A Gay With His Angel
Kimberlyn Fransisca Primary 1

The POV Linny 1

I've been beautiful since I was born. That's what my parents always said.

I was the first daughter of Frans John Pratama and Sisca Natalie.

When I was 6 years old, Mama gave birth to a handsome little brother for me.

My brother was named Nicolas Francisco Pratama...

Our family is very happy. I'm very happy. Papa always loved us.

We are neither rich nor poor. Our lives are enough.

Papa built a simple and beautiful house for the four of us.

Papa also runs a clothing factory which is a big one in our city.

Every day Papa would come home from work to bring me my favorite bread and milk.

The day I lived so happy that I was 10 years old, bad things happened to Papa.

Papa had an accident while on his way out of town.

Papa's death became a personal wound for me. A deep wound that made me lose a person who played an important role in my life.

Mama also often daydreamed, our family felt lonely without Papa.

Realize Papa will never be able to come back. Mama also decided to start continuing the business of Papa's clothing factory.

However, the factory continues to experience problems and losses.

Our finances are running low, Mama has to skimp.

Many employees who have been stopped by Mama include our maid.

We lived in a really simple situation until I turned 12, Mama seemed to seriously ask me and Nicolas.

" Kim, Mama want to marry again can you? "  Task my Mom.

" Married? " Nico, who is 6 years old, seemed confused by what Mama meant.

" Yes dear. Let's have Papa again. Let someone take care of you if Mama is busy "Say Mama explained her good intentions.

" If Mama thinks it's the best. Kim doesn't matter Ma" said Mama, who may have trouble keeping us from making money for our daily living.

" Thank you dear. You are indeed a good child "Said Mama who actually rarely praised or hugged me.

Because of that I was closer to Papa and felt very lost when Papa died.

My mom introduced us to a man.

His name is Hendra. Om Hendra came with a boy. I see the same age as me.

" What's the pretty thing called? "  Tanya Om Hendra's.

" Kimberlyn, Om" I answered innocently at the time.

" Ah Kim, meet Om Hendra Abdi Wijaya. Call aja Hendra. And this Om boy is called Rendy Abdi Wijaya" said Om Hendra introduced the boy next to him.

I just nodded slowly. Mama told me to get Rendy and Nicolas to play together.

The boy named Rendy looked haughty and arrogant.

" Hey boy! Play by yourself don't bother me! "  Said Rendy who looked cynical with me.

I didn't care and asked Nicolas to play together.

Not long after that meeting. Mom and Om Hendra got married. Nicolas and I were told to call Hendra Om with Papa Hendra.

I didn't mind it, but Nicolas didn't seem to like Hendra.

" No! My papa's name is Frans not Hendra! ", as soon as Nicolas refused when Mama asked us to call 'Papa' for Hendra.

Mama seemed to be trying to persuade Nicolas. But Nicolas doesn't care.

In Nicolas' room. I approached him and asked.

" Dek, you don't like Papa Hendra? "  Tell me to Nicolas.

" He's evil Brother. He likes to peek at you while sleeping! "  Nicolas said, to my surprise

" Speeking? When's? "  Task me wonder.

" Yes! Every time he stays here I see him always staring at Big Brother with a disgusting look! I don't like it! He looks like the bad guys in the movie! "  Say Nicolas was honest.

Ah, is my sister right. But how could he distinguish the evil gaze and the not evil gaze.

That's what I think. And I haven't found the answer yet.

Until when I came home from school after taking extracurriculars. Om Hendra came to pick me up alone.

" Lohs. Papa's? Where's mama? "  Task me plainly

" Mom's busy at the factory. You know the clothing factory has just started to improve. "  Answer to Hendra gently.

I understand because indeed since the presence of Om Hendra, the factory business owned by the late Papa again began to stabilize.

Om Hendra took me for a walk before returning home. He took me to a quiet park.

" Why are we here, Pa? "  Task me who is still innocent.

" Want to play games before you go home. It's not afternoon yet" said Om Hendra.

I followed Om Hendra walking down from the car to the playground. There was a not so big building near the park.

The building is more worthy of being called an abandoned warehouse. Om Hendra led me into that unlocked warehouse.

" Help Papa find something, Kim" said Om Hendra shortly before entering the warehouse.

" Yes Pa" said my innocent and followed him.

When I came in. Om Hendra immediately hugged me violently and kissed me.

I was shocked and rebelled and shouted.

" Father!! Off!! "  I shouted as loud as possible. I feel Om Hendra will do bad things to me.

Back in my head Nicolas said that Om Hendra peeked at me.

" Silence dear. Papa loves you. Let's play a game before going home "Say Om Hendra whispering in my ear.

" No!! I don't want to!!! I want to go home!!! "  Snap me and then I bite his hand.

" Agh! Damn this boy !! "  Om Hendra was in pain when I bit him until his hug came off.

I ran as fast as I could out of that barn to hit someone.

" Huh. Huhh.. To-please" I said stammeringly and in fear.

The person who collided with me looked confused.

" What's up?"  Ask him coldly.

" please. Someone wants to be evil to me" said I who at that time did not know how to convey indecent deeds from Om Hendra.

" who? "  Task the man in wonder.

" My Stepfather" I said in tears.

Om Hendra came out of the barn in a hurry.

" Dear here. Don't get close to dangerous strangers " said Om Hendra as sweetly as possible when he saw someone else with me.

I shook my head not wanting to be near him.

The boy who helped me seemed to understand and suspect Om Hendra.

" I'll take him home" said the boy.

" Hey who are you? I'm Papa. Where may I let my daughter with people not known" said Om Hendra looked unhappy.

" Whatever. I'll drive him. If you don't believe me please follow my bike from behind" said the boy and took me on his bike.

The boy actually drove me home to coincide with Mama who had just arrived home.

" Tell your Mama. Don't let the same thing happen"

Order the boy before he leaves after delivering me.

I haven't been able to thank you, the boy has gone riding his motorcycle.

' Thankfully, ' said in my heart.

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- linalim