Different One
Eps. 4 Children of Haram

Darcy walks into Jorell's room as Betsy treats Jorell's wound.

“Jorell injured, I have to treat his wound.” Betsy herself treated Jorell the same way she treated Aroon, her own son.

Because Jorell had been taken care of since infancy, then he had considered her as his own child, there was no difference in treatment between the two of them.

Jorell bowed, not daring to look at Darcy. Fearful. That was all he had in mind. Afraid that her father would punish her again. Punishment he should not have received, but he had to bear alone until this moment.

“He is a man. He must be strong. You don't spoil her often!” darcy reasoned. But he didn't want Jorell to get treatment.

“Poddering what? I was just taking care of the wound, not prolonging it.”

Betsy put the ointment back on the table.

“Jorell, you haven't had dinner yet. Come eat.” Betsy.

Jorell refused. Not because he wasn't hungry, but because he didn't want to see his father. Don't want to see his father's cruel gaze.

Betsy then turned to look at Darcy with a sharp look. Who knows, it was her husband who banned Jorell from having dinner together.

“Jorell, quickly get out of your room and have dinner. Or you won't be eating tonight. Because we will spend it ourselves!” Darcy said so because he didn't want his wife to suspect him.

“Ya, Father.” Not because of his obedience, but Jorell wanted it not because of fear after seeing Darcy's threatening gaze.

Betsy came out first leaving them both.

“Review if you reach your mother.” Darcy threatened.

“No, Father.” Jorell answered quickly with terrified eyes.

He then exited the room after Darcy came out first.

***

Seven years passed...

In a class at the school is taking a physics class.

“Who can finish this formula?” ask a teacher in class.

The physics formula written on the board is very difficult to solve. All the students in the class tried to solve the problem before moving forward.

“It's hard. What kind of a question is that?” chirp a student after trying to finish but failing.

“I can't find it.” A girl read the long answer, but apparently still did not find the right answer.

“Possible answer like this then drawn the power root three and squared exponent two. Is this the answer?” Jorell read a sheet of paper containing a long description of the answer by combining various formulas to find the final answer.

My dear friend Jorell came to see Jorell's paper to see it.

“What is this you're working on?” The boy pulled Jorell's paper to look at it. “How can you do this? Since you slept.” Jorell's friend was sniffed.

At this school, Jorell usually sleeps in class when the lessons described by the teacher are not interesting for him. And not only that, some of his academic grades are also not good.

But this time he can do something this complicated, how can it be?

“Does anyone have already completed this formula?” The teacher in the class asked again.

“Restore my paper.” Jorell took another piece of paper from the hand of a friend of mine.

He then raised his hand up. “I've done it, Miss.”

“Jorell?” Miss Clara, the Physics teacher in the class was astonished. “Good, try going forward and write your answer on the board.”

“Alright, I'll check if the answer from Jorell is correct?” Miss Clara immediately stared at the blackboard behind her.

“Oh, Jorell's answer this time is correct. Yes, the answer is indeed this.” Miss Clara herself did not expect this from what she saw.

Usually passive Jorell also tends not to pay attention when he explains. But it turns out this time can solve a problem as complicated as this. Among the confusion was also his amazement, he gave a voice.

“Happy Jorell. This time you answered this question correctly. I didn't expect, you noticed. Yes, keep it like this for the next.”

With that compliment the entire pair of eyes locked his gaze on Jorell. They really didn't expect it at all. A stupid Jorell could do that.

Jorell was silent with the praise of his class teacher.

***

The break bell rings at the Florimont Institute. The students of the school that were equivalent to the First High School were out of the classroom.

The Florimont Institute is one of the most famous schools in Switzerland.

“Aroon, come!” Someone called.

“Ya.” Aroon replied to the friend who called him.

Aroon and Jorell are in the same school. They have different classes because they have different ages, one year apart. Jorell was in third grade, while Aroon was in second grade.

Aroon then sat on the stairs on the porch of his class with his friends. There were many people sitting there besides her and her friends. It was their custom to sit up on the steps of the terrace and look at anyone passing by.

“Isn't that your sister, Aroon?” One of Aroon's friends pointed at Jorell who was passing by with his classmates.

Aroon was silent, not responding despite taking notice.

“You two are siblings but why is it so different? You two are not at all similar. Is it possible that your mother was having an affair with another man?” ceplos is a boy.

“Hey! You can insult me or my sister but don't let you insult my mother! Mom's good. He can't possibly cheat like you said.” Suddenly Aroon was angry.

That sentence really offended him. He knows what his mother is like. That is why I dare to defend him with confidence.

“Hey! You usually respond!” The boy was furious, after Aroon spoke to him in a high tone.

I don't know who started first, it's crowded right now. Aroon and his friend pulled each other by the collar.

“What's there?” Jorell instantly turned around hearing the noise behind him.

“That's Aroon?!” Jorell immediately ran towards the direction his sister was in.

“Hey, Jorell, did you say you were going to the cafeteria?” His companion was walking with Jorell calling.

“You wait in the canteen I'll catch up with you later there after cleaning up this business.”

Without looking at his friend, Jorell continued running.

“Stop! What did you guys do to my sister?” Jorell arrives where Aroon is.

He stared intently at all of Aroon's friends who were there.

“Oh, what a coincidence that her brother Aroon who is the son of an affair came here.”

Jorell stared intently at Aroon's sharp-mouthed friend.

“Release Aroon!” Jorell instantly pulled Aroon to his side. His gaze also changed sharply.

“Who said I was an affair boy? Come on over here! Our mother is a good person, never mention that word to our mother!” Jorell was angry and immediately defended his mother.