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Arriving at home, Aunt Marwah was waiting for me on the porch.

"Night, Tan? why outside?" greet me and kiss Aunt Marwah's cheek.

"Waiting for you, Micah Aunt wants to talk to you about something, and Auntie hopes you can take it."

I sat and held Aunt Marwah's hand.

" Say whatever it is" I said with a smile.

"Go back to your real family, go back to your father."

I was flabbergasted to hear the word² in said aunt.

"This is my family Auntie." My tears came down as if I couldn't believe if Aunt Marwah didn't want me here?

"What's this about? you're my family, aren't you? Micah doesn't want to go back Auntie."

"Mikha heard Auntie baik², we are your family, but your father is more entitled to you, Aunt will always be there for you, but for this time, this time, please come back for a while."

"Explain to Micah why does it have to be like that Auntie?" I asked for clarity again.

"Protect the certificate of the house, and Auntie wants Micah to investigate something, she thinks Micah can work well together."

Then Aunt Marwah explained everything about why I had to do it all, one of which was to reveal why mom died.

"Mikha's aunt quite understands what Aunty is talking about, please consider this well."

"Well tomorrow after school the driver will drive you back home."

"Good Aunt."

"Where's Bass?"

"Bass is in a safe place, with Brother Amar."

Aunty nodded, and entered with me into the house.

I took a shower and changed clothes I was so tired, I wanted to lie down but I realized my job was not done, my math and Science task was not finished.

I'm only 13 years old but as you know I've been in high school, why? Because at my school that I previously got accelerated, sort of jumped class.

The first time I entered the new school I was reluctant, among them I was the youngest, and they always took me for granted, I hid Bass not without reason but, instead, I hid Bass, since I will snatch it, I will definitely do that.

Took what was mine, I don't know what was on my mind.

Since mom left, the family of dad always come to the house at first I received them well, because what I think they love me in fact they just want to take the item² collection of mom, because what I think they love me, the urns of tens of millions that mom's friends bought, bags, even mother's dress shirt, were all taken away with nothing left.

My heart sometimes asks my brain to be calm with a state of stability but my emotions feel too big, until if I do not let go of it I must have been in the morgue.

Why should I lose her, why should I accept all of it so freely, without having to ask?

I felt unfair, I felt like I was being played with by fate, I felt like the world was punishing me for something I didn't do, basically I just wanted to have a perfect family.