Wish It Was Cinderella

Laila my name

My name is Laila, I love the story of Cinderella. Because it feels like my life is like her, with the same suffering, but in a different time and way of enjoying life.

Cinderella was a noble child, not much different from me. I am also the son of a wealthy businessman. It's just that, the will of the late Papa contains that akula holds 80% of Papa's property when he graduated from college later or at least I must be married if I can not graduate college.

As long as I haven't done it all, my life has always been governed by my stepmother and her son who can only dress up without thinking. Just look at the pretentious and elite style, she could become a perennial student who was so loved by the lecturers that she did not graduate until the 6th year of this time.

Who says I have to submit to both, like the original Cinderella story. I am governed by them, but not to submit to all their commandments. No one can hold me in my own house. This is my house, they just hitchhiked until I graduated college or got married later.

There is a way I can escape their will which I think is foolishness. As of now, they do not allow me to go to college on the grounds that Mbok Inah's housemaid is returning home, and I have to replace all his work. It's good, all the tasks are delegated to me. They think it's so easy to rule at will. I have an idea they might not reject.

"Mom, you know if there is currently a friend of mine who is a producer, is looking for hidden talent," I replied origin to avoid doing all the housework.

Hi, this is my last year on campus. I don't want to waste my chance of graduating and getting you out of here. I've been obeying you long enough, now it's time for you to step aside and can't manage me anymore.

"You mean the film producer?" My stepmother asked with an enthusiastic face, knowing that she had aspired to become an actress.

Although not so good at acting, but at least he managed to trick the late Papa to want to marry him. At least a trophy of image he got back then. Momy is what I call her.

"She's learning talent to be a housekeeper. Our house is full of CCTV, Mom. Later Momy acting with full totality clean this house, but previously Momy dandan beautiful yes. Let the producer see how that is, "I'm trying to convince you.

I saw him thinking, and glanced suspiciously. Could he have realized he was being deceived? I feel like I will fail today.

"Ok then, you will send the recording to your friend's producer, yes. Can I take it with me?" Momy was caught in a trap, and now she wants to get her son into my trap as well.

Very good, if necessary bring your lazy son. So that he also felt how tired he was to take care of the house.

"Can, Mom. Just take Kak Sila to nemenin Momy, right? If you can face him in melasin yes, Mom," my message back as if to remind him, even though almost my laughter exploded in front of him.

"Dark... Momy said Please. You go there, Momy's acting will be the same as Sila failed because of you, "Push Momy, and that's the one thing I'm waiting for.

Without any more lingering, I went out of the house while picking up my bag and motor key. I am the son of a businessman, but they did not give me the facilities of a four-wheeled vehicle. Just a motor matic that I have as my vehicle. It was forced to be given rather than giving excess pocket money for freight, they are stingy.

At the end of the story, Cinderella will meet a prince. For this one I do not believe in the existence of a prince, because from the age of 13 years to even at the age of 22 years there is no prince present in my story. Singles are still a title I can be proud of.

There was not a single handsome and rich prince like an imaginary story who came to approach and protect me. To me the creature that was given the prince's name only exists in fairy tales, not in real life.

Along the way my laughter did not stop, imagining how it looked like my mother and stepbrother were not used to doing homework. Now I have to work hard just for the sake of a role to be a fictional helper that is in my imagination.

Until finally "Shelf!", it sounded so loud that it left me a little in shock.

I hit the back of a luxury car. A sports car with the BMW i8 brand at a price that I know reaches 3 billion. Fortunately I was not walking fast at that time, haduh understand the population of +62 anyone still say lucky. It looks like the car is just a little scuffed, unlike the front spakboar of my motor that looks very dented. Maybe because the goods are expensive, so the quality of the material is also strong.

"Hi mbak, you have no eyes?!! Not the right way, why hit?!" Hardik the om to me.

Rather than her fierce voice, I was more interested in a handsome face that looked so sadistic but tantalizing. Uh, Laila's focus is on her nagging again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." I was heartened so that I could be given a little sympathy, yes as if he wanted to replace the damage to my motorbike.

"Can't, you have to compensate. You know how much it costs to make this car look smooth again?"

"My motorbike is damaged worse, it should be changed also dong." I tried to reverse the facts, even though it was all my fault.

"You!! Little boy, it's been bumped. Ask for another change!!" he said, the more handsome uh the more fierce.

"2 million most expensive times huh, om?" I asked plain, because at this time on my debit card there is only that kind of money. Momy is too stingy to give me a lot of pocket money, it was obtained from the remnants of pocket money for 5 years.

"Look, you think my car is a cheap car? At least need money 10 times the price you call," said the Om whose good looks do not fade. Lasting handsome.

"But I don't have that kind of money" I answered with a face full of sadness, and tears I made.

He glanced at me for a moment, then again threw his face in the other direction. Not working as it seems.

"Where are your SIM and ID cards? I hold it until you can reimburse me for the cost of repairing my car," the man said, confirming the position of his glasses.

"Well don't Om, I'm still in college can't make money. Have mercy on me, Om." Like a beggar I beg again.

"Can't, if you want to pay your debt by being a maid in my house. No pay" said the man, taking my motorcycle keys.

Huh uh?? So the bully again??!! Geez, get out of the crocodile cage into this tiger cage mah. The handsome tiger.

I ran after him, I better hand over my SIM and ID card as collateral. Instead of losing the keys to the bike, how can I go home without it.

"Okay, Om, I agree. Here's my SIM and ID card, give me my keys back," I'm handing over two important documents.

The man handed me his business card, he properly held my SIM and ID card, and left without even smiling in my direction. See, how do I believe there's a prince in my life? Once the handsome dateng, even told to be a maid as well.

Just released to be a maid in my own home, now I even have to be a maid in someone's house. Apes tastes this self. It seems like I have to stop being Cinderella, because it's just a fairy tale that can't be real.

There will never be a fairy tale into reality, now I just have to focus on graduating college and paying my debt to the om earlier. Stop wanting to be Cinderella.