Bara's Innate Girl
Meet again

Inside a police station, four by three meters, a girl was sitting with her head resting on her knees.

The girl's eyes looked puffy, as well as with her eyelids swelling and blackening. He had been in this cold cell for days. Waiting for the trial process that he will undergo in the next few days.

The girl had no hope anymore. He resigned. As the hammer beats of the judge's pack bounces, that's where his fate is determined. There is no hope anymore. The girl realized, after what she did, the Hutama family would definitely not take it off so easily.

It is certain, death penalty or life imprisonment is the choice.

"Hi you." the call of the female police shocked him. The girl raised her gaze, watching the woman open the cell door.

"Hurry, someone wants to see you!" jolt the woman. There was no good treatment he received while he was in this place. Once a criminal is still a criminal. They had always considered themselves contemptible, as if they were the most disgusting filth.

With both hands cuffed in front, the girl walked over herded by the woman. The girl was ordered into a room.

His head lowered, looking down, as if he did not want to see the person who wanted to meet him.

"Hi my dear brother. Long time no see."

The girl's head was raised rapidly when she heard the familiar baritone voice. His eyes widened perfectly looking at the person before him. His already-shrunken knees grew weaker, his heart beating faster than usual. His forehead was furrowing deeply, scared to death at this very moment. The girl's lips were tightly clenched, it was very difficult to say a word.

Despite having a beautiful face, but no one dared to look into the eyes of the man for long. The gaze was so sharp, as if it wanted to tear apart the person staring at it.

The adult man stood up slowly. Both of his hands were inserted into his pants pouch, with a mocking look also accompanied by an evil sneer on his lips.

The man drew closer, making the girl's body stiff. And the more tense it was, as the man stood behind her, and then draped his face over her tiny shoulders.

The girl's tears were not held back anymore, just flowing without being asked. The girl cried stifledly as the man touched her messy haircut.

"One year without meeting, I didn't expect you to turn out to be a criminal." whispered the man in a mocking tone.

"Why crying?" when I heard the girl's talk. "A criminal never cries, so what is this?" using the tip of his index finger cupped those freshly dripping tears. "Very shocking."

Waving his hand that had just touched the girl.

"Rara. the bastard."

The girl's cry broke out instantly a second after the man's remark buzzed in the air. The name, the title that is always attached to it since it is still in the womb. A name that always haunts him anywhere and anytime. Even in a dream, the name always haunts him.

The man widened his smile even more, so happy to see Rara suffer.

The man looked up, "I really like seeing you like this."

The man gestured at the guard standing not far from the room to open the handcuffs in Rara's hands. Rara stopped her cries, as the handcuffs slipped off, staring at the astonished man in front of her.

"Bring him!" in one command two large men entered the room, and immediately held Rara's hands.

"Where will I take you?" The girl tried to take her hands off the two men.

"It's enough you've been playing around with little girls. Now go home, and live your suffering!"

Without waiting for Rara to speak, the handsome man left the room first. Rara had thrashed and shouted, rebelling with all her might to break away. But in vain, her tiny body meant nothing to the two men.

Rara is a young girl, nineteen years old, who has a life full of twists and turns. Born to be an illegitimate child from the womb of a woman destroyer of people's households, making the girl's life full of suffering.

His mother, who was labeled a household destroyer, died when he was thirteen. And from there began his most painful suffering. For no one will protect him anymore, when his mother and stepbrothers oppress him.

Such was the life that Rara lived when the mother was still alive. His mother and half-brother, who hated the mother and child, were treated arbitrarily. Not letting their lives settle down the slightest thing.

In fact, even the Father could not defend them when his half-brother treated them badly. His father was too afraid of his first wife, having betrayed him in the past.

The tired mother, with the curse of the husband's family, was severely frustrated, which ended her own life. Rara still clearly remembered that day, six years ago when she returned to school, had found the body of the mother who was about to be buried.

The cry of the thirteen-year-old boy roared at the cemetery. Even the rain that was so swift, did not quite disguise the sound of the pill, as if the world had also felt its suffering.

Six years Rara lived in the large house of the Pramana family in Germany, without the presence of a mother who had always protected her from her stepbrother, now alone to endure the suffering. Treated like a slave, and tortured like a prisoner, by his two half-brothers.

The father really could not help him, because he could not dwell on the first wife who had been betrayed. Derri Pramana could only watch as the daughter of his late second wife was tortured, mistreated and cursed by his first wife.

Until finally, Rara who was no longer able to live in the house, chose to escape from the house. His mind was already tortured enough, until he was almost crazy to endure the suffering.

Perhaps this time, Rara was lucky, because Rara accidentally met her Uncle, and brought herself from the country. Away from the house that has always been hell for him. Far from his stepbrother who always made him suffer and far from the weak Father, and could not defend him.

One year, Rara can finally feel the peace and quiet of life, in a country far from the reach of her depraved family.

But that peace did not last long. Rara, who blinded her conscience, made a fatal mistake, and died for her. Until finally, without her thinking, Rara returned to the house that was like hell. Suffering is back in his life.

The way of life is getting heavier, when Rara is married by a man, who is her adoptive sister, Bara Adi Pramana. Twenty-seven-year-old man, who was the adopted son of his Uncle, who had died a few years ago. But because Derri Pramana, very fond of Bara, Derri decided to raise Bara to be his son. Replaced his late brother to be Bara's surrogate parent.

Marrying Bara was a fatal mistake. Instead of treating her suffering, Bara further added to the burden of the girl. Bara, who was consumed by the incitement of his adoptive mother and adopted sisters, also hates Rara. Until Bara had the ambition to torture the girl, through this marriage. The wedding will be the hottest hell for Rara later on.

But, unbeknownst to Bara, the scenario he devised to torture Rara, became a sharp rajor for her. Bara is trapped in his own scenario.