WISHE ...

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Arriving at home, Laura was told to sit in front of her study table. His mother's barrage of nagging will begin in a moment. "What is this, Laura? What's?" asked the mother while holding Laura's report.

"Laura's values, ma," the girl replied quietly but clearly heard.

"And you know, if this isn't enough to keep those people quiet about us, Laura!" the mother said slightly raising the volume of her voice.

Laura nodded weakly, without answering. He said that whatever he said would not make his mother's complaints less. So he just had to listen to all his mother's words well without missing a single word.

Two hours passed, Laura was still sitting in her place without moving a single bit from there. The girl always listened and answered her mother's words if necessary. "So you don't mind a more disciplined class, do you, Laura?" ask the mother to end her long talk to the child.

Laura nodded quickly. "Laura will do her best, ma!" the boy said obediently.

A faint smile was imprinted on Pipit's face, he was satisfied with the answer his son gave. "Good, you can't move from your desk except to sleep, eat, and go to the bathroom!" tell Pipit not to care. "If you need to, mom will tie your legs so you can't go anywhere while studying" continued the woman.

Laura stared blankly without any expression, the child just nodded in obedience to whatever her mother demanded. "Just calm down, there will be a servant who will help with all your other affairs" Pipit said. "You don't have a problem with this, do you? Honey!" add the woman with a gaze full of ambition. He doesn't like to be insulted. She hated being called a widow who could not educate her child. He was sick of being compared and forced to have a family again. Is there any guarantee that he remarries his son can get better, smarter, and they are no longer betrayed. There are no guarantees, so it's better that he lives his life with his son alone. Even with hard rules, as long as they can both shut the mouths of people who only see and scorn. That's enough for Pipit.

Laura nodded obediently. "Laura will always obey your mother's wishes" said the boy replied like a robot that had been programmed to obey all the demands of its owner.

Pissed a small laugh, a laugh that meant nothing to Laura, because the laughter was insincere and not for her. "Now start learning, baby!" said Pipit pouting smile. sweet full of compulsion. The woman had frozen her heart, she could no longer love someone with all her heart like she used to. Even if it was his own biological child he could not pour out affection as he pleased.

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After her mother left, Laura leaned her body against the back of the chair while closing her eyes tightly. The girl repeatedly let out long breaths quietly. Before long, the two jet-black eyes were back in sight. Laura stood up and collected the report sheet that had been thrown by her mother. "True mama said, I should not be lazy to study," muttered the boy staring blankly at the papers containing the values he had collected just now. There, on the paper, it was written in bold, if the person concerned was ranked first in the class and ranked second in the national level.

Laura as the owner of the report even said that she was not learning. What a cruel upbringing of his mother pervaded perfectly, not just in the brain, but it had reached the marrow and blood of the girl herself. His mother demands to be perfect, to be first. Makes Laura feel that her value is still lacking. If he tried, he would be able to get first place easily. But now he occupies only second place. It was only fitting that his mother was disappointed in him.

Laura sat back at her study table, she started to open the book and looked very focused on reading. The fifteen-year-old teenage girl immersed herself in a sea of science without getting tired. Whereas usually, children the age of Laura, would prefer to play with friends his age and share funny stories about anything they find exciting. But let alone telling stories, having friends Laura doesn't have.

For so long studying without knowing the time, Laura's room door was knocked from the outside. "Can I come in, miss?" ask the voice from outside sounds soft and polite.

"Just enter, unlocked," Laura replied without turning her head. His eyes were still focused on the thick book in his hand.

"You'd better eat first, miss," said the voice's owner, who appears to be a waiter at Laura's residence.

"A little more, bi," Laura replied again without turning her head.

"I know that the mistress is tougher than the other parents, but the mistress did that so that the young lady could survive in this cruel world, miss," persuade the servant aunt that she is afraid that her young lady is depressed because she is too required to undergo something that the child does not want.

"I'm fine, bi. Everything you said was always true, so I just had to follow everything as well as I have done" Laura replied smiling, but her smile did not emit any expression in her eyes. The gaze of the eyes remained empty as if there was nothing more important than understanding the rows of formulas, numbers, explanations, captions, series of descriptions, and all the things that concern the lesson.

The waiter looked at his little lady's pity. For him, his little employer was just a child victim of divorce who was always suppressed and required to be perfect so that both mother and child could not be insulted by others. But the mistress was too hard, there was no rest or vacation for her nonanya even when the holidays arrived.The only thing she knew was, study, study, study, and studied at all times that the girl had other than to sleep, eat, and to the bathroom.

"My beautiful and kind little lady, you have to eat to stay healthy" said the waiter, smiling warmly. "If she is healthy, she will understand the lesson more easily. As difficult as it may be about what my non-us is doing," the aunt persuaded me slowly. "Would you like, yeah, eat? Even if a little is okay?" added the old waiter.

Laura looked up, visibly thinking for a moment before she nodded her head. Although it was obvious that the girl was a little doubtful about her current decision. But the waiter was happy enough that her little lady would fill her stomach which had not been filled by anything until now.

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