ACTRESS SEXY HABIISSSS....
A MONTH HAS PASSED

Harry Styles' As It Was made me feel a little entertained. The view of the afternoon is always beautiful, especially at the western end of the sky is red, very tempting my eyes.

About twenty minutes drive to arrive at my mother's heritage mansion. The gate will open automatically if my car is monitored by a cctv camera installed on the door.

"Miss, Aunt Lala was here to talk about an important matter. I told you miss work but they forced me." my aunt came to meet me who just got out of the car.

"They're who?" tanyaku. I feel like they came on purpose when I haven't come home from work.

"Is there anything they took?"

"They took the bonzai trees that were in the pot, because I didn't allow them into the house."

"If aunt is not busy please call them, I want to know what she meant and what she meant here while I was working. This isn't the first time they've done that."

"Yes, lady, now I'm there." said the aunt.

I entered the house with an erratic mind. There has not been a month of mama died my papa brother has almost ten times come with seduction to crack hard to get the inheritance from my mother.

Our house is in an elite housing complex that is close to each other with the house of seven brothers and sisters. Coincidentally mama's house in the front row, right on the street hook. My adoptive parents were the most luxurious and spacious of his house. It was probably what made mama bullied and I was bullied.

The success of my parents because they are in business, but not as arrogant as a brother whose work continues. I actually had the best deal with my father's brother, our relationship was not so good all along. But today I want to talk to them, what they really want.

Before they came I took a shower first then replied to some chat from my men and friends seantro jagat.

"Tokk..tokk..."

The sound of knocking on the door made my foot step onto the door. I immediately opened the door and aunt's face was already in front of me. I saw his eyebrows wrinkling and his lips were manyuning.

"The band of criminals has come, miss, I tell them to sit on the porch."

"Yes.i'm there now." I replied waltzing to the veranda.

Right now I'm wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. All the eyes on the veranda looked at me with a made-up smile. I quickly returned their smiles with a nod of the head.

"Hallo Luna, we're waiting for you from this morning. There's something we need to talk to you about" Gunawan's uncle said, then stood up.

"Sorry uncle I just came from work, we should talk in the living room." I suggested looking at them one by one.

"Here alone is okay." Aunt Narsih's voice rang out loud. Aunt Narsih has hated me for a long time and that man has always been passionate about my life.

"Is there anything you're looking for me even willing to wait for me until this night? if it's important just call me via whatsapp, my phone number doesn't change." I said sitting on the couch.

I feel like a patient. They purposely sat in a row across the table and looked at me cynically. Maybe I used to be scared and respectful to them, but now I'm not. I already know who they are, the hypocritical humans that I've always talked to.

"Luna, you yourself must have understood why we were here. Nothing else but asking for all my brother's assets that you took." uncle's voice began to rise. I was also upset about it.

"How many times have I told you, that all assets are in my name." I tried to hold back my anger.

"You are a useless child and a woman again. According to customary law, only a man can inherit the wealth of his parents. Women have no right to inherit."

"That's a problem I don't understand, because my mother's lawyer is taking care of, if uncle object please contact my mother's lawyer" I said starting to feel uncomfortable being around them.

"We know you don't understand, so we're here to explain that you can't take our family legacy. You're a shameful bastard, you should know yourself, already picked up and petted and even wanted to steal. You crazy treasure." said Aunt Dewi. This aunt of mine is my papa's youngest brother.

Hearing their insults I felt like I wanted to give all my treasures. But that's impossible, because that legacy was the result of my foster mother's efforts, not the ancestral legacy. If this is an ancestral legacy I also would not take.

"Sorry uncle and aunt, I will not give you the inheritance that has been bestowed on me, it is a trust. In my will, my mother has already stated my duties as heir and funds that I have to spend every month."

"You want to die bastard son." Uncle's hand suddenly floated into my face. I was shocked spontaneously to stand up and scream in shock.

"Plakkp..plakk...."

"Wicked up, despicable woman, base of disobedient child, your character is like a demon." maki uncle emotion. He threw a vase of flowers on the table.

"I'll report to the police for your actions. You have broken the law!!" my cry is angry.

"Hahaha.report us, before you step your neck is broken." Om Cakra stood up, he deliberately showed the tattoo that filled his arm.

"We'll kill you if you don't give me that inheritance or this house lives in ashes. I never mess around."

"I'm not afraid of your threats as long as I'm right. All this time you guys never cared about my mama, after she died you shamelessly came here wanting my mama's treasure."

"Dare you fight us!!" they hit me straight away.

"Take the scissors, cut her hair to bald so that she is ashamed to leave the house." orders aunt Goddess.

"Go.go.you villains!!" I heard aunt's scream.

"How dare you kick us out, you babu. Stretcher tie the maid up."

I thrashed when Aunt Dewi and Aunt Narsih grabbed me and cut my hair randomly. One by one they were scrambling to hit, kick and trample my body. My screams were gone the moment my head hit the table. I did not feel any pain, my body was lightly floating in the air. Very high and passing through the trees...

THE HUT UNDER THE HILL

Legion week in the month of Febroari, I realized, the first thing I felt was my head ache incredibly, my body was also in pain. I try to remember where I am now. I opened my eyes wide and looked around the strange room. The neck hurts when you look sideways.

"You're sober?" an old woman came in and approached me. His old eyes looked at me full of question marks.

"Thank you." That's the only word that came out of my lips, it hurt to talk. I'm so thirsty.

"My husband and I found you in the abyss unconscious. We don't know where to take you, there's no cost, so we decided to take care of you here."

"Thank God you're conscious, God still loves you" she said, holding and examining my body.

"The whole body is covered with parem, so the wound is dry. You have to learn to sit, walk, and then I'll make your medicine so that you recover quickly" said the old woman out of the room.

That was my first meeting with Kompyang's mother and kind-hearted ketut father. They tirelessly took care of me sincerely iklas.

The day changed, a full moon passed. For a month I have incriminated Mother Kompyang and Mr. Ketut here. They were so painstaking in taking care of me until I recovered when they were so lacking in life. They are clove picker laborers.

Every day we eat rice mixed with soybean without side dishes, and vegetables from the leaves are picked around the garden. The first time I was treated to food it couldn't get into my mouth because it was so ugly and tasteless.

But over time I began to be able to adapt, whatever food I cooked. I don't care about the taste, the important thing is that there is food. There is no need to be spoiled and whiny because there are still many people who cannot afford rice. I cried remembering that I often threw away bread or food. This is what it's like to be poor.

My position is now at the bottom of the hill, precisely at the ravine. There are no residents, said Ibu Kompyang village far from here. I myself have now improved, they are also looking for a masseuse so that the sprained leg and hand heal quickly.

I deliberately did not tell who I really was so that my identity was not known by others. The desire to return home is not currently there, I am traumatized in torment. Maybe one day I'll come back. Be that as it may...

My body is also scarred, my hair is very short and almost bald because it was cut randomly by my aunt or uncle. I am now very different, not as beautiful and smooth as I used to be. But I am still thankful for life.

"Luna, if you're cured, go to the city to find the person who mistreated you, so you can take revenge" said the man.

"No sir, I'll just stay here. I don't have anyone in town. I'm an orphan sir."

"Do you want to be a maid in town? the villagers here are all into the city as servants." asked Mr. Ketut looking at me.

"No, I want to be here, sir, afraid to meet the criminal."

"When you can help our living expenses if you are lazy to work. You're cured, and very young to work."

Ohh.I just understood that their purpose was to make them work for money. I cried not because I was offended to hear their words, but because I could not give them money.

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