Different Fates
Dua

I read the comments on a gossip account on Instagram. News about me who got the award went viral on various social media.

Gyu**

It's so pretty, she.

Kumal*

Prestasi dia apa?

Yunjay

I love watching her content, good. 

Mating tomorrow

Doesn't he have a twin, huh?

The twins?

We don't even deserve to be called twins. We're different. She looks like Papa, and I look more like Mama. Lucky I for inheriting almost all of Mama's beauty. 

But Sabia—kembaranku inherited the intelligence of Papa who is a lecturer at a fairly well-known public university in Jakarta. That's what makes me feel so upset with him. 

“Sabrina, try to learn more like Sabia to get better grades,” Papa said when I gave the paper a repeat.

I glanced at Sabia with glaring eyes. Sabia. Cupu. He didn't even learn at all. Her hobbies are reading comics or novels. Boring once his life.

“Sabia gets perfect score, you half just don't exist. Don't play mostly Sabrina.”

I frowned. I've been studying for 3 hours non-stop. But, it seems like my brain is very difficult to absorb lessons, even faster connect if about makeup and skincare.

This must be because the greedy Sabia took almost all the nutrients that Mama ate while she was pregnant. 

I looked at myself in front of the mirror. Beautiful as always. I took the makeup remover from the erl, then poured it over the cotton. My face felt light after cleaning the makeup that almost all day stuck to my skin. Not to mention dust and pollution. 

 “Bri.” 

I glanced at Mama who came with a bouquet of flowers. 

“See, you got flowers from Mr. Rully. You know he's a film producer,” Mama said with a big smile on her lips.

I'm not responding. I don't know why Mama became too obsessed with making me an artist, but I told her that I just wanted to be a counter creator.

I love beauty and skincare, it doesn't mean that I want to get into the celebrity world. I just want to make review content about some beauty products because it is in this field of my expertise.

“Ma.”

“Looks like him like you, Bri,” said mama again.

“Giving flowers does not mean liking, Ma. She was just a guest on the show earlier.”

“But Mama has another hunch.” 

I rolled my eyeballs. Mom sat down next to me. 

“You've been 25 years, Bri.”

I just muttered. “Sabia too, Ma.”

“We're talking about you, Sabrina.”

“It shouldn't be me that you're asking for this, it can be. Sabia is also Mama.”'s son

“Distinct,” ogre Mama.

“He's ugly, Mama mean?”

“Mama never said she was ugly.”

“Then?”

“Dia... prefer Papa than Mama.”.

“Isn't it fair?” I asked to make Mama shut up.

“You don't understand, Bri.”

“Mama who doesn't understand!” my voice raised my voice making Mama a little surprised. 

I sighed softly, “Sorry.”

“Sleep, it looks like your mind is in a mess. Tomorrow's your schedule to stay at your Papamu.” Mom moved out of my room. “Strengthen your heart there, lest you be consumed by your Papamu.”

Mama came out of my room with a little slamming on the door.

I entered the bathroom to double clean my face to avoid clogging my pores due to makeup. Do not forget to also use toner, serum and night cream to keep my skin glazed awake. 

The last stage I apply lip treatment that makes my lips look moist, soft and also protected from UV rays. Almost all the skincare I wear from a famous brand that is going viral.

My prank is the WhatsApp Sabia status lyrics that just appeared on my phone screen.

‘Let's be round.’ 

So caption below with a photo of 3 bowls of meatballs.

Isn't he luckier than me? 

____________________

I cross paths with Sabia in front of the gate of Mama's house. Ever since our parents separated, Sabia and I have also lived apart. Good though. I don't feel sorry for Papa's compliments that are always given to him.

Sabia is always the class champion. 

Sabia's always won the science Olympics, and the kind of achievement Sabia couldn't get.

I was a little surprised to see his appearance that looked—different.

“Lu dandan?” my question was answered with a nod of his head.

Like I said, your relationship isn't very good.

We are born with fraternal or non-identical twins, where the egg is fertilized by two cells***** which makes our face different. We also have a different placenta. 

But Sabia's placenta seems to absorb nutrients faster so that even from the baby he already looks round.

I nodded lazily, then entered the car parked in the courtyard of the house.

Before going to Papa's house I will take a video for the items of endors that enter the rented house that I deliberately made a warehouse.

I accidentally put it in Mama's house, because I have a plan to live alone. I'm too tired to keep following my mom.

“Bri, I heard Aunt Astri want to list you for casting in the film series,” said Risa, my personal assistant.

Any timing?

“Mama hasn't said anything to me, Ris.”

“Film adopted from a novel a writing application anyway, he said,” said Risa again.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. If it's true, Mama is outrageous, taking a decision without discussion with me first. In fact, I'm the one who lived it.

“Lu know the producer?” 

I'm shaking.

“Pak Rully'”

Uh who left flowers to Mama last night, huh?

“In addition to the producer, he also has a company in the field of publishing,” explained Risa.

I don't give a shit.

“Link him, loh. The cake fits you, Bri.”

“So which item first wants to take the video?” ask me to divert the conversation. 

“This.” Risa gave me a box of makeup tools to review and promote to my social media accounts, because I only received beauty-related endorsements.

I drove the car after I finished doing my work to the housing that Papa lives in. Still in Jakarta area, only different regions.

I honked at some of the young men who were blocking my path. Lack of work, playing in the streets. Papa's house shouldn't be far from here, but they're very disturbing. 

“What problems are there?” ask one of them. 

“Can move aside?” askaku. “You blocked the way.”

“Sabrina?” ask one of them whose face is no stranger to me.

“Know?” 

The young man nodded. “Biantet Returns. Sori, I mean Sabia.”

I smiled at her side. No stranger, it seems like this young man who was in the WhatsApp status of Sabia last night. 

“Can tell your friends to step aside?”

“Sure.”

The young man coded his friends to make way for me. 

“Thanks,” I said before driving to Papa's house.

_____________

“You've arrived?” ask the man whose hair has started to gray.

I'm nodding.

“Your room has Sabia prepared from this morning.”

Papa is indeed only living alone with Sabia after divorcing Mama. For whatever reason they split up, we—aku and Sabia never knew.

“Papa has cooked for you,” Papa said.

My mom never even cooked for me.

“You said you can't eat fatty foods, so Papa made soup.”

“Pah,” call me make Papa look at me questioningly.

“I want to eat whatever I want without Mama's knowledge,”. 

This is my chance. Honestly, I always felt jealous of Sabia who could always eat anything without fear of getting angry Mama. It's different from me that Mama always arranged. In fact, eating white rice may only be 3 times a week.

“Tapi—“

“I want to eat meatballs like Sabia.” I cut Papa's words.

“Sabrina—“

I walked out without paying attention to Papa's call.

“Gosh.”

I almost collided with the young man who seemed to be Sabia's friend.

“You're Sabia's friend?” tanyaku sok know.

He's nodding. I pulled his hand to leave Papa's house immediately.

“Antar I ate meatballs.”

He looked at me like he wanted to protest.

“Maaf—“

“Where is the stall?”

He did not answer, instead stopping his steps.

“Why?” my many.

He pulled out his hand that I was holding. “Not mahram.

Gosh darn.