Trapped Pesona Girl Village

Ch.2

"Then, wake you up!" pekik Lidya while banging on the door of Hanindita's room.

With her head throbbing pain, Hanindita tried to wake up from her sleep. With a stagger, he stepped into the door and opened it. Just now, lock the door he turned, suddenly ...

Brakkk ...

Lidya pushed rough the door of Hanindita's room until she fell backward.

"You yeah, instead of getting up early and preparing breakfast, even fun to sleep. The child is useless! Awake you. No need to pretend that pain." snapped Lidya without caring about Hanindita who was struggling to wake up.

Hanindita has a fever. Maybe because Megan was doused yesterday and she did not change her clothes immediately. The laundry is still a lot so he chose to continue washing clothes until he finished changing clothes. As a result, at night, Hanindita began to feel a fever all over her body.

"But ma'am ... "

"There's no buts. Quickly prepare us breakfast before your father leaves for work." stressed Lidya made Hanindita try to stand up and then walk to the kitchen. He breathed many times. I don't know until when he will get this kind of inner and birth torture. His father still exists but hates him so much. Especially her stepmother. Hanindita never knew what was wrong, which she knew none of her family loved her. If the grandmother were still alive, maybe her life would not be this beautiful. But what can be said, God loves his grandmother and mother so much, leaving him who lost his place to lean.

"What junk food is this, huh!" snapped Handoko while slamming the spoon on the plate to make a loud noise. Because his head was dizzy and his tongue was bitter, the taste and form of Hanindita cooking was not as usual. Having no appetite, Handoko passed from the dining table leaving his son and wife still sitting there.

Hanindita could only sculpt near the sink. He was washing old cooking utensils. Knowing the husband was angry because of the strange taste of cooking, Lidya again scolded Hanindita and pulled her hair back.

"Aaarrgh .. am-pun Ma'am, Dita ... Dita ... "

"Shut your mouth, the child does not know himself! Not working properly, instead. You should be grateful we're taking you. If you don't think of you as Handoko's child, we throw you into the streets." exclaimed Lidya with sharp eyes full of hatred.

As strong as her energy, Hanindita was tear-resistant. He won't cry. Crying was useless, instead of them pitying, they just demeaned and mocked him.

'Lord, may I give up on this life?' inner Hanindita screamed, roared, and whimpered.

Hanindita could only stare at the people inside the house, why none of them cared a little about her suffering.

Morgan and Megan, the father's other sister, just stared indifferently at what her mother did to the poor girl. No pity let alone care. No one loves Hanindita. It is like living in this world. In that house, he was never considered like family. He was treated like a slave who had no rights. Even his education was only at the first level. His father considered it free to go to high school because his job was to return to the kitchen. He does not deserve good treatment let alone get a higher education. Though, Hanindita is a smart girl. Actually he could have continued his school because the school has given a letter of recommendation to get a scholarship, but Handoko opposed it hard. Hanindita can only resignedly accept her life destiny that never seems to taste happy.

...***...

By 9am, Handoko had gone to her tea processing factory, Lidya had gone somewhere, while Megan had gone to college leaving Hanindita and Morgan alone at home. Megan's college is in town. But the distance only takes 2 hours, so Megan prefers to go home instead of staying in the girls' dormitory.

Handoko Residence is located in a village near the mountainside. Their family owns a tea plantation in the area. The plantation is not too broad, but the results are quite satisfactory moreover they have their own processing plant of course the results they can enjoy themselves as much as they please.

As usual, the morning filled Hanindita with activities clean-up the house. His physique still hurts, but he still tries to do everything himself. He just thought he was complaining that he was sick, because no one would care.

"Hi Dita!" call Morgan while grinning. Hanindita was sweeping her house. The house he has lived in since childhood. The house which his grandmother said was the hereditary home of the mother's family because even though he was tormented by inner birth in the house, he remained there and took care of it well. After all, if he wanted to go, where should he go. He doesn't know the outside world. He never went far from his home. Even if you go the furthest to the market to shop for the daily needs of the house. He only knows the beauty of the outside world from pieces of newspaper wrapping groceries or occasionally through tv if he is lucky alias can while passing by then when Lidya was watching television.

Hanindita ignored Morgan's call. He knew what the purpose of the man was to get close to him. Especially if not trying to get close even several times he tried to abuse her. Luckily, he could always save himself. But is it possible that he can always save himself, while they only live on one roof?

"Hey, don't be too expensive to sell! Girls are useless, come here quickly!" snapped Morgan who began to get emotional because he ignored it.

"What's? I'm busy." said Hanindita ketus without looking. He continues his work.

"The more days your mouth seems to be getting sassy. Do I have to ask you to throw you out on the street so you know how scary the outside world is." said Morgan.

"You think I'm scared!" hanindita's reply made Morgan even more upset.

Upset, Morgan also tried to kiss the lips of Hanindita who had long teased her wild soul. He is a playboy and has a lot of lips girl who tasted him, but there is nothing as beautiful as the lips Hanindita therefore he so wanted to feel it, taste it, melu* his eyes, taste and charm it friendly, love it, and caressed his tongue. But not yet had the lips fused, Hanindita first raised her knee to hit right at the center of Morgan's maleness to make her scream in pain.

"Aafr ... Damnit damnit! You're a fucking asshole, Dita! Wait for my vengeance!" his hiss while rubbing his knee that feels pain.

...***...

"Ryl, tonight you have dinner at home. We'll have dinner with Uncle Rafael's family. Her daughter just got home from London and mom wants you to come tonight." Ivanka told me by phone.

"Did mommy not give up yet?" ketus Berryl who while kneading his temple. Dizziness, his mother never seems tired of looking for a future wife.

"Rush up? No way."

"Mom, can't you just leave it like running water? It's free to make a match for me, I won't be interested. If it's time I'll get married too, but not yet because I haven't found a girl that interests me."

"How can you find him if you don't try, Berryl. Want to get to when? Mom's tired of waiting for you to bring a girl into this house. Remember your age and remember your parents are getting older, we want to see you get married and give us grandchildren. So before you find a girl who interests you, you will never get tired of introducing you to your friends' girls." said Ivanka.

"Mom, if you want a granddaughter, you can ask Berliana to get married first."

"What we want is you, Berryl. After all, your sister is still too young. Not like you've been head 3."

"Yayaya, it's up to mom. But I remind you, I still have the right to decide and I don't want to be forced."

"No, problem!" sahut Ivanka then hung up her phone call.

"Your mommy?" ask Vano who just walked into his room.

"Hmmm ... "

"Dinner again?" timpal Vino who infiltrated with a big smile.

"Hufth, what else! Every call must be mommy telling me about dinner with her friend who has a girl."

"Just follow, who knows if one of them suits you" Vano suggested as he opened the beer can he had just picked up from inside the mini-fridge in Berryl's study.

"Well, I don't know!" sahut Berryl's dizzy.

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