Wish It Was Cinderella

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Two hours later I reached my own home, a house that was so cold. Maybe because there is no affection as her audience a family. Or is it because of my feelings that feel cold in the house?

I took a deep breath and tried to strengthen myself with what would happen later, I leave everything to the owner of the life.

If I die, I will not cry or seek. Never mind, don't think about what hasn't happened. Yeah who knows Mommy wants to meet me with lunch or something. They may have repented of my departure yesterday.

"Assalamualaik." It is my habit to always say hello when entering the house.

"Mom's... The cat is back!!" please call Momy by calling me Lele the name of the fish.

A girl as beautiful as me is called Lele, a Ramvan like Al alone acknowledges my beauty. Whatever he wants to call, just don't call the angel idzrail. I'm gonna be scared...

"Where are you, huh? Finally you return to this house, you still love it apparently with your Papa's belongings," said Momy coming from inside the room with her face that is very similar to that of a witch.

"This is my home and I deserve what is in this house" I replied casually.

Funny thing Momy said, wasn't she the one who was so excited that I could come back here?

"Plac!!" Momy slapped me back, this time it hurt so much. Probably because I haven't felt a slap in my cheek in a long time.

I want to cry, it hurts this heart. Why are my tears not coming down? There was a whisper that said I should be strong, do not show weakness in front of them.

I was still standing still motionless. I want to punch and punch both, but if I do that isn't this as bad as they are?

"You said this was your house? No, this is our home. Until whenever you'll never have any of this." Momy said with a fiery flame it seemed like she was furious once I admitted this was my home.

When the reality is like that, it is clear that he really wants to master everything I have.

It's not that I'm afraid I'm threatening them.

Upset with my words, Sila and Momy attacked. My hijab was pulled tight. My hands were pulled back by them, I kept putting up resistance so as not to fall down and making them continue to intimidate.

"BUTTONS!!" something hard hit my head. Feels very dizzy made, these eyes feel heavy for me to open until finally I lost balance and unconscious.

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The head hurt so much, did I die and go after my parents to heaven? But until now, I have not felt the figure of the angel of life coming. I open my eyes slowly, still dizzy when my eyes open.

I looked around, it turned out that this place was a back shed and a house. A place where I'm used to being locked up if I make a mistake. I hold the head that comes from the pain. Aww! What did they hit me with? Why does it feel painful?

I just realized that a lot of blood was drying up in the hijab I was wearing. Geez the blood is quite a lot, how long have I been here? Don't they know if my head is bleeding?

The warehouse in this house is not windowless, made specifically to store used furniture belonging to our family. But Papa made a small room there. He said if we miss the stuff there, we can sit and reminisce without having to be disturbed by the reason of going to the bathroom. So Momy was very happy to keep me here, with the reason not to ask out to just urinate.

It's on the wall of Papa and me when I was 4 years old. I do not have a photo or family painting with Mama, here there is only a meeting with Papa who is hugging me and looks so loving to me. The cry that from yesterday did not come out now broke, I roared and cried until it felt tight.

Papa Mama take me with you, don't leave me here alone.

Doesn't anyone feel like they lost me? Can't anyone help getting out of here? Is no one saddened by my absence?

I put this face on that little couch over there. Maybe if it looks glassy, my face will look swollen from crying too much. Stomach hunger is unheard of, only tightness felt in the chest is very. Will my story end here?? Alone until the end, no one will look for me.