Wish It Was Cinderella
I'm right here
I don't know how long it's been here, because the warehouse position does not have open window access to look out. Sometimes they don't even turn on the lights in this place. Afraid of being my daily food, just a light from the glass ceiling that Papa deliberately made on the roof of this warehouse. At least I can still enjoy the beautiful sky that pierced from there.
At this time I have passed the dawn adhan twice, so that is the way to get to know the time apart from the reflection of the shadow from the glass roof. A hunch says maybe I've been locked up for two days.
My hijab I accidentally didn't wash, even though there's a bathroom in here. I let the blood dry there. If they had to die here, at least they knew the cause of my death. My stomach feels so sick and hungry, usually Mommy hasn't locked me away all this time. Why is this so long? Is he intentionally trying to kill me?
Fortunately, the water in the bathroom was always there, so I can still survive until now. Yes, I drink tap water to quench thirst. At least I still have to try to be able to live, and not give up because of it.
Although confined, I still clean myself with a bath, it's just that the clothes I wear are never replaced. Can you imagine how fragrant it is??
Many times I cried out to Momy and Sila to open this door, but they gave no answer. So did Bi Inah, how could she be so evil? By letting me get locked up in here without eating or drinking?? Though he was paid from my money, Momy was just an intermediary.
Fate seems to have to be this way. Why is my Cinderell story endless sweet like her? Cinderella never got bloody in torment by her stepmother.
"Laipa... Laila where are you?" I heard the voice of Al calling my name.
It's been hallucinating apparently because of a hungry stomach or I'm going to die today so it's starting to rummage. I heard that voice back, now he is not alone there are the voices of Momy and Sila who alternate with each other.
Maybe it is not Al, but just the usual gas or electrician to the house to repair in case of damage. Wherever Al may come to help, I mean nothing to him. We only deal as employers and helpers, or connect because of accounts payable.
"Laipa... Laila's... Where are you?" al shouted more clearly and closer, plus the voices of Momy and Sila who were angry with him.
Yes, that was Al's voice, did he come to help me on purpose? I got up from my seat, with a limp body trying to go to the door so hard.
"Al... Al.... I'm here...!!!" my yelling.
"Laila it's you...?" Al reaffirmed that in order not to be mistaken, his voice sounded so panicked.
"There's no Laila here, this is my home. You can't act so recklessly!" Hardik Momy was so clear I heard.
"Yes, Al it's me. Get me out of here Al." I said weakly and did not want Al to go and leave me alone.
"Open the door, or I'll break it!!" threaten Al so loud from behind the door there.
"No, we won't open it" Momy replied insisting on rejecting Al's request.
"Laila you back off, I'll try to get you out of there!!" yell Al again.
I followed what Al said to get away from there. This body feels weak, the stomach is so painful because nothing has entered there since at home Al that time.
"Shelves.. Brak..." Al kept trying to open this door by force. Until he finally succeeded, the door opened. I saw his face so worried, and he was so shocked to see my condition. With clothes and hijabs full of blood.
"Laila, aren't you papa? What have you guys done to him?!!" hardik Al on Momy and Sila who look so into fear.
"It's Al, take me away from here. I've been..," I can't talk anymore, at least I'm glad that Al helped me. Then he was worried about my existence.So happy I was unconscious at that time.
Whatever happens I give it all away, even if I have to go back to Him. Although there was little to calm down, it turned out that there were still people who cared about me
