Wish It Was Cinderella
I'm getting tired
When I finished that day, I went straight home. Previously tried to justify my hijab which now does not look neat like the time when leaving earlier. Yes, I have been in the hijab for the past 2 years. I don't want to be father, grandpa maybe even all my male family will be pulled to hell because I don't want to be hijab. But if any of my nature goes beyond the limit, never blame the hijab. Despite the hijab, I am still a sinful man. It was also because of the shadow of someone who kept ringing in my brain.
I don't know where to find the 20 million rupiah. Or just leave all my SIMs and ID cards there. Who would want to be the maid in the om-om house just now? Whether he knew he was a good person or not, he could have sold or snatched my virginity just for 20 million rupiah.
"Assalamualaikum," I shouted as I entered the house in a completely disheveled state.
Tired, until it feels like I want to spend a packet of rice if available. Honey, if there is no Mbok Inah, let alone rice even rice cooker so it feels so cold when meeting ex. No one cooked.
As usual, there was no reply from Mommy or Sila. I immediately sat down on the front sofa, while making sense to get the important documents back.
"His son you go home directly sitting, while I was forced Momy to clean this house because of you," hardik Sila made the hunger disappear, she also grabbed the hijab I was wearing.
This is why I'd rather be outside than in this house all day. Sometimes they like to torture for no reason, I used to shut up like Cinderella, but now no. I will fight whoever tries to oppress. Please pull my hand and I turn it back.
"Addicted... MOMY...!!!" Please scream in rebellion.
I continued to hold on to my position, no matter if Momy saw her only child being persecuted. Even Momy would not dare to expel, because Om Haris our family lawyer always tried to make sure that I had to be okay. Or Papa's legacy to which I am entitled, will fall to the social parlors.
"Laila let go of Sila's hand. Momy said LET GO!!" mommy shouted while pulling and shaking my body.
The physical exercise I do when cleaning the house is not in vain, just a shock from an old woman will not scare me.
"PLAQUE!!" A hard slap was on my cheek. It's hot cheeks because of Momy's slap on me. Relax, brothers, this isn't the first thing they've done to me. So suspicious, maybe before getting married with Papa, Momy is a drummer. The slap of mantep bo.
I was forced to release Sila's hand from earlier trying to escape, because I had to wipe my cheek to relieve the heat. Lose heat rubbing equal slap Momy mah.
"You've never heard what Momy said, from now on you have to clean this house alone, or do you want all of your Papa Momy's assets to sell?" Hardik Momy with a loud voice like a possessed person. Maybe if given the bells will be chewed all for snacks.
No, that can't happen. All Papa's relics, none of you can sell. Well I'm giving up, not because I'm afraid of you guys, but because I don't want to lose anything Papa ever fought for from scratch like a gas station. It starts with zero.
I looked at them both. If there is rice left, I might invite Sumanto to eat together. Enjoying the flesh of both women, which is worse than a carcass. The point is I'm hungry mixed up.
Sila still massaged her two hands slowly while grimacing in fear, and Momy helped massage her son. After that I went to a room that was not as big as his second room. They didn't allow me to stay in the old room, even though a guest room wasn't at least a maid room.
Am I the only one in this world who does not know the other brothers? My mother died giving birth to me, and my father died when I was 13. There was only my mother and half-sister who were different ages only 3 years with me.
Without a parent does not mean I am a child who thirsts for affection, yes. But... That's right, I'm hungry for affection, but that doesn't mean I have to do something naughty or a crime to attract the attention of others. No, I'm an independent kid and I need to be able to take care of myself. At least don't let Papa and Mama's name tarnish because of me.
Tears fell after I was in the room, not because of a slap in the cheek that made me weak. But solitude makes the wound worse. I need someone to lean on, all this time I've been fighting alone. Why didn't God take my life as well as Papa and Mama?
I opened the hijab and let my thick hair just fall out. I put this body on the bed, which is just enough for me. Want to go and get away from here, at least until I can graduate from college, so I can still think clearly and sanely because of it. But where? I don't have anyone to board.
Oh yeah, I remember Om who stayed handsome when his car was hit, that's it... He's still handsome, not his face is also hit by my motorbike bamper.
I'm looking for the business card he gave me earlier "Althaf Rifqie Abrisam". Such an Islamic name is it possible that he is evil!? At least I tried it first.
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The time was 02:00, I was getting ready with some clothes, and college needs. I'm not leaving the last year, I have to graduate on time to be able to kick Momy and Sila out of this house.
From this afternoon have not eaten, you certainly know what it would be like if the worms in the stomach continue to call for food? Even so hungry, I didn't want the chance to get out of this house to fail, just because I wanted to eat.
When they left the room, everything was dark. Lights all over the room were turned off. All right I'm going, you guys just enjoy this facility while you can, 'cause I'll take it back later.
Turn on my favorite motorbike, and leave the house that was supposed to be mine. For a while I had to go to buy food, because of a hungry stomach that I could no longer hold.
At a fried rice cooker I stopped, ordered a serving of fried rice for myself, want to order two plates afraid to be mistaken suketi morning blind was already hungry.
While eating I open the phone, and press the number on the Om business card.
"Hello, Om. Assalamualaikum." I started the conversation when I heard a connected voice.
"Wa'alaikum greetings, who is this and what are the nights bothering me for?" Ask the Om with his heavy voice and seem arrogant.
Her voice is sexy.
"Sorry if disturbed, I'm Laila who SIM and his ID card Om hold. I'm ready to work without pay, but I'm asking to be picked up tonight, too" I'm sure I don't care if it's disrupted his sleep that night, nor do I care if he's got a wife. At least I have a place to stay.
"No time tomorrow, what??!!" Harden him from there.
Not tomorrow, when I have to sleep on the streets tonight. Looks like I have to think hard, so he'll pick me up. But what is it??
"Om help me, there are two thugs coming towards me. I was in a quiet place near the corner yesterday I hit Om. Please....," I shouted directly to turn off the phone. Hope the Om is worried.
Hopefully he's a good guy who will help, and from there I can judge him a good guy or not. If he's not a nice guy who might want to help me out on nights like this.
Well Laila, let's continue eating. And let Om over there feel panic. If he panics, then? At least I have to eat fast, in order to get there before he comes.
No need to take a long time, I have finished a plate of fried rice without the plate. Relax I still have money in savings in the bank, the money I save is the rest of my fare or money deliberately asked Momy by lying. After that, if not like that, he only gave the right money to buy my motorcycle gasoline.
Hey, anyways the money I ask for is my money. So I have every right to wear it, even though I sometimes feel like a thief in my own home. Forgive me, God, so I had to.
Now I have arrived at the CTF, there has been no sign of the presence of Om. How much longer to wait? The day was getting early, the road became completely deserted. What if a real bad guy comes close?! Laila you're stupid, why not run away tomorrow anyway??? I keep blaming myself.
Om rich come dong, help me...
