Deepest Love
I'm not a thing

The clock shows at 6 pm, Kira has returned from 2 hours ago. But I was still reluctant to leave this cafe, but there was no other choice, I had to hurry home, otherwise the stepmother at home would turn into a lion.

''Bang Mul, I go home first!''

''Yes. If there's anything, call me!''

I'm just nodding.

''Be careful!''

My friendship with Bang Mul has been established for almost 4 years. Bang Mul also knew about my running life, yes although not as deep as Kira.

I drove my bike casually, enjoying the twilight atmosphere before black devoured the beautiful orange color. Now that I've entered the yard, I parked my bike in the garage. I prepare the heart, ears and body to receive the blow and the curse of Mother. When I opened the door of the house, the voice suddenly blared.

''Good yes, the clock has just come home! The child does not know himself! Who do you think you are, huh! You bastard son of a bitch!''

And there are many more scolding that I threw. A liverache? Sure. But it has become commonplace, to the point that I am immune to its abuse.

I saw Papa walking leisurely across us. He didn't stop Mom, let alone stop Mom, glanced no. It hurts so much more than Mom's spicy poisons.

Because it was very tired of hearing his unpleasant tirade. Without waiting for him to stop, I walked away. It's not that he's disrespectful and disrespectful, it's just that he doesn't want me to respect him. Just a few steps away, Mom shouted my name.

''Shofia!''

I stopped my steps and looked at Mom.

PLAQUES

The loud sound of Mom's slap was heard blaring throughout the room, even Mom to wag her hand. It was hot and pulsating, that's how I felt on my cheek. Crying out? Of course not, stagnating in the mat pelupukapun not. Because this has become commonplace, until I get used to it.

''Don't hit him too hard!''

I lifted my head, looking towards the voice that suddenly sounded. I saw Papa walking towards us. He sat down casually on the sofa, without scolding the mother who had slapped me.

''She's! This son of a bitch, it's gone too far Pa! I just got home at this hour. She thought, she's the princess here!''

''Yes, I know. It's your right to beat him up, but don't overdo it!''

Papa said easily without thinking about his own child's heart. They think I'm a lifeless thing and have no feelings, just like that.

''No one has the right to beat me, not even my parents!''

I said out loud, it hurts this heart to hear that. They think, what am I?.

Mom gripped my cheek.

''I am entitled because you live in this house!''

I just kept quiet and didn't answer, and I looked at Mom's face with a cold look. Without saying a word, I immediately left them.

I put my bag anywhere. I walked towards the dresser. I looked at my face in the mirror reflection, looking Mother's hand stamp engraved perfectly on my cheek. It's still fresh red.

''HaHaHa…''

Instead of crying, I laughed, laughing at my bad luck. It feels like the heart wants to be angry with God, but the heart also does not allow it.

''Can I complain?… No yes?''

I walked towards the window, I stared out the window blankly. Tears suddenly drip without permission. More and more. As soon as my body sank, I cried.

''I'm wrong what God, why is my fate like this?''

After being satisfied with crying and complaining, I went to the bathroom to clean my already very sticky body. When I finished, I laid my body on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, I suddenly heard an alarm. I collected my life that was still flying before going to take a shower. After I finished getting ready, I went down to breakfast, actually my heart was still angry and eager to gather with them, but the thought forced me to join them.

I sat down to join them, and then this ass sat down, Mom started babbling and quibbling.

''No shame, you eat here. Baby, you don't be like that guy, don't know yourself, don't have any shame, you fucking carrier again!''

''Yes, Ma, that's for sure. Who else would want to be like him. It's no use at all!''

I seem to focus on my food without poking at them. I finished my meal quickly, then went to school.

''Dear do not let you like that person, do not know yourself, do not have shame, blah blah blah blah. Ck he thinks his son is better than me. She thought her son was a good girl and she thought she was better than me. Those who do not know themselves. No. Mother's son's equally itchy. Hi disgusting!''

I grumbled nonstop along the way. Still not finished thinking about the behavior of the Mother and Child. As if to insult people without thinking himself is good yet. It's true, people say, Seeing the shortcomings of others is much easier than seeing the shortcomings of yourself ''.

Now that I'm sitting on my bench, I'm waiting for Kira to come.

''But long time ago the coming, very tumben,''

Tet

The bell went off, but Kira wasn't there yet.

''We have not yet arrived. Is he sick? If he is sick, he must have chatted me,''

Not long after Kira came with a big breath.

''Sorry, I'm late. It's bankruptcy first, the tire patch,''

''I thought you were a permit, because you were never late,''

''If I had permission, the person I first chatted with was not Master but you!''

''Uh touched,''

I smiled hugging Kira's arm, I was so moved because of how important I was to Kira.

Now it was time to rest, Kira and I went to the bag to fill the stomach that had been rumbling. I ordered chicken noodles and Kira ordered meatballs. The menu in our canteen is quite complete, once a week there must be a change of menu, so it does not make the students bored.

Shortly after our order arrived. I just ate my food because I was so hungry.

''Fi, have you spoken to your father about the private lessons?''

''No, I didn't have time to say,''

''Don't have time, are you Papa overtime?''

''No, I'm so good to Papa, so Males wants to talk to him,''

''There is a problem, what problem?''

I told Kira everything, including the incident this morning at breakfast. Kira looks upset and in disbelief.

''I don't understand Fi anymore. What is your family mindset, especially your Papa. You're his real son, his flesh and blood, but why even talk about it? If you do not want to defend, arbitrarily divorce or reprimand the behavior of your stepmother,''

''I don't know where I am, either,''

''Patience to you,''

Kir took my hand, as if giving me strength to face this problem.

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