Wish It Was Cinderella

Burned

Yasmin grew closer to me, and continued to learn how she loved her dead parents. By being a child of prayer, it can save every parent from the torment of hell. Yasmin was so enthusiastic, she didn't want Papa and her Mom to be tormented there. And he began to carry out his duties as a Muslim.

I was grateful to see Yasmin who loved her parents so much. I used to be just like him, looking for directions to and fro I could not find. Until came Wildan, the sweet white guy who taught me all. Brother Wildan is the son of a teacher njai, so it's only natural that he also has the knowledge that his father taught. Where is he now? I suddenly miss.

Vina just woke up at 11 this, Ok maybe this is a holiday. But coming home drunk is not a good example for his sister. Moreover, he is still in 2nd grade High School. She staggered and fell in front of her room. I helped her stay asleep in her room, opened all her shoes, even cleaned her body. So that Vina can fall asleep without any uncomfortable feeling in the least. But still he did not know all that, his name was also drunk.

The next day...

"Laipa... Lalila...!!" Shouted Vina calling out to me, she still looks staggering while holding her head.

"Yes, Vina," I answered, as I was sitting in the living room not far from him. Time to call me has to be that loud.

"Gue laper, eat. Ambilin gih," said Vina told without adab and manners as a person younger than me.

"All right, take it," I answered self-consciously because I was just staying at his house.

Finished providing feeding for Vina. Al took me away, confused where he was going to take me. But at least better than at home.

Al invites her to a boutique, she takes an order of clothes that were eventually given to me. How can, why he gave me official clothes like going to the office.

Oh, I forgot, I was told to work in his office. All right, here's sustenance for me. But this time when it works, it's paid for, right Al? Not free anymore, right?

"I know who you really are, you are Laila Aida Qanita. Son of Harsono and Aida Qanita, you are 22 years old, you are studying industrial engineering and another year will graduate. Sila as Stepbrother and Megan as Stepmother. A clever kid who is always a champion in class, there is not a single record of crime in the slightest. Is there anything you dispute about everything I read?" Al read everything he knew about me and it was true.

This time my throat felt dry and choked from shock.

Now that we were at a diner, eating Al together felt like a date. But it turns out he's been unpacking all my data.

"I... L'm... Maid," I replied still evasively, though what Al said was all true. Where'd he get it from? There was no way he would intentionally ask Mommy.

"You're a real liar, Laila, I don't think you've never spoken honestly about who you are?" Al accused me with his cynicism.

I can't look into her brown eyes, even though I'd like to. Because I know, I feel wrong.

"What's Al for? Does anyone care about me? But at least I'll graduate this year, my life will change. Thank you for reminding me," I replied limply, like a man who was caught stealing and then in court before a judge without a defense, which I could only surrender. That's what it feels like.

"You deserve Laila's happiness, it's yours and you're not their maid. Alright I'll help you, at least I'll give you a job for an apprentice. Come with me tomorrow, and put on the clothes I gave you."

Did it really happen? Honestly don't believe it. Is this a dream? Please pinch and wake me up right now if this is just a dream!!

I cried, this was the first time I cried in front of someone else. Thank you Al, you want to help me when I'm getting desperate. And just wait for the time for it to happen.

I saw Al was wrong to see me cry, maybe he was confused what to behave like. Finally he just gave me a tissue to wipe my tears.

After Al left for the office again, I ventured to go to Papa's house. To take pictures of my parents.

You know when I came, they were burning pictures of Papa Mama. These two creatures are getting crazier, it's worth it that this heart always says to go home. It turns out that bad feeling is right. Quickly, I ran and tried to put out the fire with my bare hands. Should have learned to debus first, so that this hand does not blister because of it.

"You, you son of a bitch!! Dare to go home, tired of living?" threaten Mommy saw me trying to put out the fire.

Please take the opportunity to step on my hands that are trying to pick up one photo at a time. It's hot, it hurts anyway.

"Crazy, sick. I just want to take a picture of Mama Papa."

"Oh, is it sick? Sorry, my dear sister. Uh they're dead. Why is the photo saved??"

Hearing Sila's answer made me want to be a psychopath right then and there. Want it to chop up Sila's mouth that has gone too far.

"Ckckk. Momy Laila cried pity no one can embrace" said Please humbling me.

Without saying much after taking the rest of the photos, I got up and wanted to walk away. But Momy didn't let my path be so easy. Hijab was pulled back while whispering." "When you get out of this house, make sure you never come back!"

A neighbor?? Do not expect them to come to help, because previously there were some who helped me even run out in Momy's maki. That's how I am.

Back at Al's house, hopefully the guy hasn't made it home yet. It wouldn't be nice if he saw me with such a horrible look. Moreover, he has helped too much.

This time I tried to sneak up, so as not to meet anyone in this bad condition.

"Where are you from??" al's voice shocked me half to death.

"I'm out of the mall, find a book." Why is it so hard to tell the truth??

"With clothes like that? A dirty, torn veil? A few hours ago, you weren't this upset!" al's assertiveness makes me unable to speak.

"Why can't you be honest? And my goodness, what's that wound?" Al looked at my two blistered palms.

Huhuhoo... This is sick Al. I don't know why it's so hard to cry. Even though when in front of Momy and Sila so feeling crybaby.

"This, it's nothing." I hid both palms of my hands into the pouch, and felt increasingly ill from the narrow spot.

Without speaking Al pulled my hand, gently she told me to sit on a sofa in the tv room. After that, go inside, I don't know what he wants to do. Not long after, Al returned with a box of P3K. Slowly but surely, Al cleaned the wound and applied burning ointment on my arm.

"You're not Laila's super hero, you can't be as strong as them. Never make a wound like this, because I feel the pain too." Al looked at her with a serious face.

Whatdoes thatmean?? Is this code or what? How did he make me so stubborn.

Our eyes meet, we look at each other. Something warm is flowing down my chest. When I realized this was wrong, I immediately turned my eyes away. Embarrassed...

"Thank you, Al."

"Together, I want to keep this first," said Al looks wrong behavior.

Geez, Al you can make me misunderstand. Don't give false hopes that can't happen.

******

The next morning, I put on the clothes Al bought for me. An official suit is black, like an office wear. So fit in my body.

I came out of the room, everyone was looking at me unusual, what because everyday they just see me wearing a regular t-shirt maybe.

"Great, from the housekeeper. So the office clerk, lest after this be the boss's wife again," said Vina made me feel bad.

"Vina please watch your mouth. Laila sit down and we eat and we go" Al told me to sit in a normal place.

Yasmin smiled at me, she also praised me pretty with a whispering voice. Fortunately there is a youngest who always strengthens.

"What about your wounds?" al asked with the same look, looking so worried.

"already fine. Thank you," I said sincerely.

"Sister, what's your hand??" Yasmin was shocked to see the terrible wound on my palm.

"It's okay. Yesterday it was a little fire, but it's fine," I said again lying. It still feels so hot.

"Hish, lebay very. Her name is maid yes, hit by the fire no ordinary time," chirped Vina.

"Vina!!!" al Hardik.

Not answering, then our breakfast show got more awkward. Although I should have gotten used to this, now I feel like it's all my fault.