Burning Grief
The Beginning of One Past
The POV Part 1
It all felt safe, and peaceful because it looked like there was no one around so that made a woman with thick glasses go sneaking from the top floor towards the kitchen.
The noise from the direction of the kitchen is clearly heard from the fitness room so that a man who is currently doing push-ups stops his activities. The man smiled grinningly then got up while wiping away the sweat that ran down his temple.
The woman with thick eyes also smiled to see the contents of the refrigerator which contained many snacks and drinks even though her heart felt pounding because she was afraid that her action was caught by her stepbrother.
He quickly grabbed three snacks and a bottle of tea that he embraced with one hand.In the sense that everything was finished then with a little push of the foot he again closed the refrigerator.
“About what punishment is worth giving someone has stolen food at night!”
Degs...
The woman sensed that if the blood flow in her body stopped flowing as she dropped everything she had just put on her hand.
“why are you surprised um?”
“M-sorry, from this morning until now I have not eaten..”.He said, bowing his head deeper.
“Ah I forgot if I deliberately told Mutia not to cook today”Men nod their heads while playing the chin with her fingers.“So have you not eaten a bit?”
“Well, I haven't eaten hiks..”A second later the woman sobbed with cold sweat that hit her fingers interlocked.
“I consider myself to be living alone in this house but I forget that I have a sister whose life I have to endure that is you are a sister who is not from my mother's womb but from the womb of a prostitute*r!!”
Women occasionally sighed in between tears that were getting louder.he just bit down to hold an emotion that would explode while the brother just kept raining on him with painful sentences.
“Huuuu...!! do you still remember Rubby! remember when you and your mother first came into my life?”
“Sorry brother..sorry...hiks hiks...”.
“ck.I hate that sound of your crying!”Read Andre while slamming a small towel that had been hanging from his neck.
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EARLY POV OF HOUSEHOLD DESTRUCTION
A young woman is busy teaching her 12-year-old son especially in the study room.
“Ma yesterday I got a score of 100 and now I am sure I will reach that value back”
“OK this means about the last well ma”
Before long the door of the study room was on when from the outside so that Andre who is still busy learning focuses on the door that knocks from the outside.
“Ma must be papa”
“If papa is sure he doesn't need to knock on his door just yet. Just come in!”
the door opened, featuring a waiter in the kitchen.
“excuse me the mistress under the master has gone home with the new Art who will be working in this house they are waiting for the mistress in the living room”
“Yaudah well, I'll be there now.”
“Well ITS then excuse me to go back to the kitchen first”
“Yah please
Dance with Andre her son had arrived at the guest room, she also saw the woman beside her husband look familiar and look at each other through a smile.
At first glance there may be nothing strange to suspect until finally the husband of Dance began to move.“Ma, here comes papa already brought art that will work in our house,”
The woman also stood up and began to introduce herself.“Hello Bu introduce me Rindi who will work in this house”
“i am sustainable and you can call my name by the name of Madam Tari”
The woman named Rindi was forced to pull her hand back when her employer's wife refused to shake hands with her.
“Hmm Rindi your task in this house is to clean the main thing, unless the task of cooking is not you who take care”
“Oh well madam I understand because it was Mas Burhan...
“Mas..!”Spontaneous Dance.
“Sorry madam! I mean Mr. Burhan”
“Kyaaaaa!!!......Mother please...”.
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