Andara's Revenge
Escaping Reality's

"The addiction that man seldom realizes; to run away from reality."

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Andara until home when the day changed in the evening, when the sun crawled into the contest. Today's trip was quite fun, on the road was unceasingly the three of them sang like crazy when Kin allowed you to control the music player. That's how nice it is to have friends who are one taste, any song is okay.

He stepped down alone while carrying his beloved boots, Natha remained with Kin because it would broadcast until midnight. In front of the house is a premium MPV car. Maybe a neighbor's guest was riding in the parking lot, you thought. After being ushered to the front of the house, he waved towards the two of them and Kin retorted with a short one-time horn.

Turning around while opening the fence, he walked in. However, the clasped legs came to a halt as his eyes flashed with two figures on the terrace. The grip on his boots tightened, signaling an unpleasant feeling. His body was stiff and instinctively put on a defensive stance, no matter which one of them approached him with a longing face.

The woman's eyes pay attention to her appearance, and her backpack is full. "Where's the new one from? Aunty called her phone but was not active" said Nia, the owner of the dim eyes. She was the sister of Causa, her mother. Nia smiled weakly, showing the beauty of her half-life. "The bag is wet, don't wear shoes?"

If you can be honest, you know what Nia's gaze means. At least he missed his tant, but dealing with him only made Nia more cornered by the family. Although Nia often defended herself, the woman would still lose. The youngest of the four brothers could not fight his two eldest brothers; Benzo and Kalbir, as well as his wives —one of whom was beside them now.

"Why?" andara asked coldly, ignoring Nia's enlarged eyeballs. Nia's face seemed to not believe the sentence just now that Youara used to greet her. "It's not time to renew the power of attorney, is it?"

Jovanka who had been busy fanning became a fierce glance at him. The woman with the high-class makeup began to comment. "Say what, waste your time here. This stubborn kid won't understand what you mean."

Pounding to disguise the most beautiful emotions, Youara just put on a static face. "This is my home and I have the right to evict guests, especially those who make the atmosphere not conducive," he replied sharply and did not intend in the slightest to open the door or invite his guests in. His eyes glared at Jovanka cynically no matter who the older man was that should be respected.

With a throw of face, Jovanka asked Nia to immediately finish the business and move on from here. The rich man looked uneasy to see the dirty terrace of the house with food containers for the empty cat.

"Become... Auntie came to see your news. You never go back to Medan, nor have you ever taken delivery," said Nia slowly. He does not want to provoke a fight between Jovanka and Andara anymore. He knows between Andara and the other family does not get along. His brothers often compare Andara with their children, jeering Andara because they are considered always less smart, lose out on achievement.

Finally the snoring that from earlier you try to hold out as well. To hell with the banking data protection laws. What happened in his account was something that no one should know about. While he is not a suspect in terrorism, money laundering or tax evasion, the content and movement of funds in his account are a bank secret. Andara looked at Nia as deeply as possible. The woman in front of him will be very easy to find out or ask for help from the bank, besides because she is a priority customer who is familiar with the officers, Nia also became his guardian, successor guardian after Opung died. After all, the flow of funds per month into his account is transferred from an account with Nia's signature, it is easy for him to simply check whether your account is filled or empty.

"Why was it never taken? Is your ATM missing?" nia asked as she opened her Hermes, taking out a piece of paper. A check with nominal is not a little, which will make ordinary people squeak to see it. "This is so that it can be easily pulled. Aunty has also told the bank not to need a reconfirmation to Aunt when withdrawn, directly agree to pay only."

Andara laughed softly as the paper was stuffed into her pocket. What is the nominal meaning of a hundred million if his pride will be trampled upon? He was content to be degraded by his own family. Said opposition, children do not know lucky, child carrier pesky and others. They think they can buy Andara with money? With a slant knotted, Youara pulled the rectangular paper, tore it into small pieces and threw it into the air. One hundred million is already paper rain, adding to the heat of the atmosphere.

"Bad shit indeed! Damn kid, don't know what's dear. Worth your mama dead, tired of her taking care of you! You die there!" peekit Jovanka's. The woman was held by Nia so as not to approach Andara. "Come, go home, Nia. Not for you to take care of him. He thinks he's great at getting his shares to you?!"

The woman wagged her beautiful hair while pointing at Andara. "No thanks to you! Wild Child! Just know accept the money, you never want to know the business! You're emulating Kevin, Devina. They're gonna study in meetings, and you're a foot-barge here!"

You are flinching with your jaw tightening. If only he did not remember the norms that would be associated with the end of the mother or Opung, he had freely understood that person.

"Sister, it's." Nia cuts, "Become, finish college, yeah. To learn as quickly as Kevin and Devina."

"Come, home. Why are we going to this place?! It's hot, it's dirty. Is this what you're proud of?" cecar Jovanka as he passed, towards the white Lexus that You thought was just a parking lot.

"At least it's my own sweat money" replied Youara spicyly. He felt worthy of arrogance. During the wanderings, he struggled to live without involving a single one of them, without deriving anything from the family name, without using even a fraction of the money associated with them. He's a free man.

Jovanka turned her head, not so get into a car whose door was automatically opened. "Not be arrogant because you can make money now. Remember who you can live for?! If it wasn't for my father-in-law, it wouldn't be you now. Basic Thugs, from the seed alone is not good," Jovanka timpal sharp then enter and hit the body in the prestigious foam seat again elegant.

If you do not remember how he took pains to collect serupiah for the sake of serupiah to buy targeted boots, then, maybe the shoe that was drooping on the edge of his foot would be thrown towards where Jovanka was sitting as an accumulation of your non-acceptance. However, he loved his shoes more so as to let them go without reacting at all.

After closing the door, his body fell to the earth. All the excitement along the way with Kin and Natha vanished in an instant. The uninvited guest came as if trying to draw her to the fact that she was never destined to be happy. Who can choose to be born with thugs? He never even saw, knew and met his own father. Who would want to see his own mother die with a frothy mouth? About eight-year-old child who has been left dead by a mother, guarded by her fiance and always envied by others, will know be taught? It's only natural that he's rude? They never replaced Causa and guided him. So now saying he's rude? What is their business?! She was indeed insolent; uneducated and unfinished to be taught by a mother.

Andara throws the origin of her flip-flops. The sandal flew over the table smashing into the vase. Instantly the flower arrangement fell to the floor causing a noise. Unsatisfied with the impingement, he kicked the chair, stomped on the seat cushion. The desire to tear Jovanka's mouth makes Andara feel at home. Her handbooks flushed red, but Andara continued to brutally beat the chair. It's good that they say he's a Boy Thug. Don't know what they are if what this Thug Boy says is in action? The kerambit that had been a keychain finally swayed, ripping pillows, making cotton-cotton bounced back into the air.

For so long he built his new world without the help of others, crawled limped until he could stand this upright, then they came to ruffle again. Damn thing! You don't use their money or their minds. Why did they set foot in this house? One foot they entered this house alone, it was considered like breaking the territory he had.

Furious moans echoed in the living room, Andara tried to deny the burning sensation in the heart. No, he would not let their presence affect his common sense. They had no hand to make it fall again. They're just fuckers labeled family.

Trying to scoop up a lot of oxygen, Youara looked up, resting his hands on the floor so that he could stand up. His feet were forced to walk into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, looking for anything that could cool his heart.

Water, instant noodles, fruit that began to wrinkle and a bottle of Chivas whose contents stay a little. He chose the latter while grabbing the seloki, pouring the remaining party liquid slowly and taking a sip in one gulp to wash his throat.

The insults were still echoing in his head. "Child stubborn," he murmured faintly. The devil is stubborn, his mouth uncivilized. That Jovanka hasn't been made to choke on a bottle of Chivas, maybe, huh?

The empty seloki filled him back, sipping another glass. What did he say? Don't be arrogant because you can make money? Oh, obviously it's worth bragging about. He's not the one who lives just hoping for dividends. No dividend, he's alive, he's alive. During this time he also never touched the dividend money. That was also what made Nia come to him. The aunt probably thought she was dead because there was never a withdrawal in her account.

He chuckled again while holding down the third glass. Even dead, he did not want to deal with them. Let him die drowning in the ocean, exploding in the air, or embedded in the crust of the earth though, so long as he does not ask for their help. If there is no money, he is better off in debt or dealing with others than family. This is his life and he stands on his own feet. He is a free man and he dares to fight. It's up to them to call it a dissident.

Kevin and Devina? Instantly you want to spit. That kind of person they're proud of? Colonized children who shuffled their noses. Weak people who can only vanish when told anything. Tomorrow, if told to fly into the abyss, it will probably fly, and die cheaply.

Youara grabbed a cigarette box and lit a stick, throwing smoke and disgust into the air. Wild child said that? He exhaled back cigarette smoke with doughnut-like circles. Jovanka thinks her son, Devina, is holy?

He returned laughing. Arrogant girl who befriended picky, exclusive pretentious but it turns out Bipolar even had time to commit suicide several times. Deceiving everyone by pretending to be obedient with matchmaking even though the back is very opposed, then stay together with a boulevard. If you're wild, what's the right description for Devina? Is that what you say holy?

And Kevin? The only grandson she said was the successor of the clan, who she said was smart and charming. Pride of both parents for often winning the Olympics. Studying abroad is famous and predicted to be the seed of superior successors of company leaders. For a moment, you want to laugh again. Perhaps the Kalbir family does not know or close their eyes if their children are nothing more than sex criminals who can change the runway every week. Any hole brushed, want crocodile hole or ant hole. When you were Junior High, he had found a stock of rubber safety various flavors in Kevin's car drawer and also bong in between the seats. That's what he said was good?

Good brain head that is!

They just take cover from behind the big names. People still respect them because of the name of Opaque, BR Sitorus. And it just so happened that the clan also stuck to their last name, unlike her who was born from the daughter of Opung. Andara is without a clan, but thankfully she was born without a clan, not flattering like them.

People think Benzo Sitorus, Devina's father, owns PT. Green Palm. Well, Andara grimaced amusedly. Its shares are currently more numerous than those of Benzo, Kalbir or Nia. Opung splits the stock into 5 parts. Each boy, Benzo and Kalbir, was given a 23% stake, while the girls, Causa and Hagania were given a 20% stake. The remaining 14% goes to Andara, not Devina, not Kevin.

When Causa died, the stock went down to Andara. If their brain was running, they should have realized, right now, the most shares in his name. Andara Ratrie owns 34% of PT. Green Palm.

Oh, but Andara is not proud let alone acting socialite. My God, there's still Hotman Paris in the sky. On top of the Paris Hotman there is still Ibn Sutowo. Indeed Opung famous, who does not know His Majesty King Sitorus or commonly called BR Sitorus? However, above BR Sitorus there are even other Sitorus-Sitorus that is more powerful, richer and more grounded. There is Martua Sitorus who has Wilmar, DL Sitorus who has more oil palm plantations. They are ordinary, you know. And family? Just got a company that can produce CPO 1 million tons per year alone is amazing. People like these who can later make bad clans.

Andara is not Devina who when stuck then asked for helicopter facilities to be able to land quickly on the nearest rooftop. Andara is not Kevin who bribes the security forces to not get caught. Andara ya Andara, Andara who does not bear Sitorus and never once suggested the name Opung only for the respect of people. Andara without this clan who loved and invited Opung everywhere, went to visit the garden, reviewing replanting, opened an oil palm factory. Andara is the only grandchild who wants to go to the interior of the forest, while the other grandchildren crave the heat. So when Opung loves himself more than any other grandchild, why are they jealous?

Maybe if Opung is still alive, he will wipe the chest to see his son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter as proud and spiteful as this.

Just die they are heart-wrenching!

He gulped down the glass that I knew how. He burned a cigarette that did not remember the stick, blowing the smoke high while playing the seloki. Andara again smiled a little, the small glass reminded her of Opung.

Do they believe that he first sipped alcohol from the rest of Opung's glass? When the old man fell face down on the table and the remnants of the drink were still clashing with ice cubes.

Do they believe that if Opung finally allows him to drink on condition that he can only drink while with the man and not drink outside?

Andara gulped down again the contents of the cooking, the bitter that was tasted this time plus the salt from both eyes.

They must not believe if he said that between himself and Opung often tell me anything accompanied by this celli he played?

Of course they don't believe it because they've never been like that!

Andara clasped the glass in her hand. Only he knew his Opinion, only he called the assistant as Opung fell face down, only he wiped his face, the hand and foot of Opaque as the man was drunk many times while calling out the name of Causa by muttering sorry repeatedly.

Where are the other children, grandchildren? They never even took care of an Ophthalmologist in his old age.

"Pad," he murmured softly. He missed being hugged by the old man when Opung told him about mama. Said Opung, Causa is beautiful. Said Opung, Causa is great. Andara herself can only remember faintly how her mother's face was armed with photos. If people say the first love of every daughter is the father, not for Andara. His first love was the Opaque.

Andara does not want to fight for the property of Opung. Andara wants Opung, not his treasure. When Causa goes —which people say suicides, only Opung his world. When Opung finally left too, Andara's world was lost. Cacian, insults also the more intense ridicule he received and no more protectors and entertainers.

The bottle of Chivas was already waiting on his lips and the rest he sipped directly without a shotgun. Suddenly Andara remembered Kaka; the neighbor, a playmate from childhood who ended up being her boyfriend. Kaka had been with him facing the bleak days left behind Opung, but eventually Kaka also left with his affair. Again, an Andara was abandoned.

He gave a bitter smile. There was empty space in his heart until this moment. Empty and hollow, like a bottle of Chivas in your hand. The bottle he ended up throwing into the corner, clashing against the wall, crackling, rolling on the floor. Unfortunately the glass of the bottle is thick, so that the dam Andara does not break the Chivas. His heart should have been replaced by Chivas glass, to be strong and not sentimental.

Andara. There was a spike inside his stomach that he was trying to hold. Ah, but it's hard. He inched into the sink, removing the acidic liquid there. Quite a lot and make his gaze twitched, also a body of cold sweat. He rested on the wall of the dishwasher while whimpering.

Crazy, he's drunk hard alone. Natha hasn't come home yet and she's soon to be found dead here. His stomach churned again and Andara regurgitated everything. Tears from his eyes and mouth were spilled.

He faintly heard the steps coming in. Natha may have come. Fortunately he forgot to lock the front door, so there was no need to creep into the living room to open it.

Andara was still bowing there when Natha approached and gathered her hair back, gently massaging her icy nape. Realizing that you have no more power, Natha turns on the tap and washes your face. The girl also saw him walk into the room while you were closed just according to him. He was silent as Natha gave him a drink, changed his clothes, confirmed the pillow and covered him. At most tomorrow Natha would laugh at and mock her as a stressed-out woman who was again heartbroken.

His head feels dizzy and secure off your lips. He hid his face in between the bolts and released the pain there.

"Ra, why?" natha's question made Andara sharpen her ears.

Wait, what time is it? Isn't Natha broadcasting till midnight? And the voice just now wasn't Natha's.

The roll was pulled and the hand forced Andara to look up. He opened his eyes to look at his helper.

"Why you?" Buana sat on the floor, aligning his gaze with Andara's head. The guy's eyes were trying to scavenge for information.

Andara was silent as a standard reaction of self-defense. But Buana even grabbed his head, gently rubbing his face very carefully. It was as if he was a porcelain doll that would be ruined in a moment.

"The guarantor of his eyes" whispered Buana. The hand then combed through the mane plan, creating a pleasant wave of drowsiness. The guy even gives one more hand as a wedge of your head.

"Why are you always so worried, Ra?"

Silent. Youara chose to pretend to be asleep even though her heart felt gripped. This time, for today, she received the hug without a single swipe being thrown either in her mouth or in her heart.