DIMPLE OWNER GIRL
Introductions

Hi, my name is Ameera..

How beautiful my name is, I used to get the greeting Meera (Mira, read it) I have a pair of dimples so that many are happy to see me smile, I am an only child, I am an only child, but I had to have a half-sister when my mother decided to remarry after my father died.

Sounds funny, but since I was ten years old I have to keep obeying the words of Mamah, yes since marrying again, Mamah turned into a figure of Mamah who always presses me, forcing and irritable.

I have one younger sister, Tiri.. He is only 2 years younger than me.. Mamah looks so spoiled my sister, she bermana Yarra.

Yarra never respected me as a sister, without her realizing that I love her as a sister.

Yarra was very afraid that many people out there knew I was her brother, especially when we had to be forced to be on the same campus. My mother's pressure felt more and more to me, every time I went home I couldn't go anywhere I had to be at home until the time I had to go back to college.

My friends are few but I am quite happy, those who understood me since I was in junior high school.

Keyla and Faiz.

I'm in the sixth semester, I don't feel like two more semesters I graduated, I want to breathe the air of free work and choose the path of my life.

But it doesn't seem as easy as I imagined..

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"Merra.. wake up!!"

The voice sounded very piercing in my ear, accompanied by the sound of the door being continuously knocked adding to the noise heard.

Ameera rushed off the blanket wrapped around her body, she ran small towards the door to open it.

"Yes mah." answered Ameera in a hurry.

"A long time anyway?! It's already six in the morning, right mama has said during fat mbak You're coming home you have to help mama in the kitchen" said Fina's mother.

"Yes, sorry last night I had to stay up late doing my job" replied Ameera trying to defend herself.

Yes this is my fate, I can not do the task in a group because of the constraints of my mother, it is common for me to do eighty percent of group tasks alone, alone, as a sign of my apology to my friends because they can not and gathered to do college assignments in groups.

"Wash your face, Mama wait in the kitchen" said Fina's mother.

Still tightly shut, still fast asleep.. Mah, I'm your biological son, why does mom really distinguish me and Yarra ..

Sad when Ameera must harbour her current disappointment.

I did my job well, washing my clothes even by myself, but Mamah did not see how different I and Yarra were. I don't know until when my mom will realize what she did was very painful for me. 

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As usual, Ameera helped Ms. Fina prepare breakfast when Ms. Fat who used to help us at the hospital because of illness or going home.

Ameera's stepfather was a contractor, his business was quite advanced and already had a small office in the Jakrta area.

Meanwhile, Ms. Fina, has a cake shop that was established since her biological father died.

I often ask my mom why she changed, not talking to me heart to heart like she used to. But my mother brushed off my question with words that made no sense to me, she wanted me to be independent, strong. Is this way able to make me a strong person?

Yarra who is currently also on the same campus as Ameera really does not want others to know if they live together as a family, Yarra felt this Ameera was a threat to him to lure the men.

Physically, Ameera looks more beautiful even without makeup and expensive clothes. Ameera's appearance was very simple, although Finna's mother gave her the same pocket money as Yarra but Yarra did get a lot of special things from her father.

Ameera is also a smart girl but tends to be quiet, silent because she is afraid to get along with a lot of people, he will not be able to hang out here because of the demands of the mother who asked him to go home soon after the lecture was finished. While Yarra is still very cool to enjoy the cool atmosphere of the night while sitting in a cafe.

Keyla and Faiz are Ameera's best friends, among them there is no secret. Ameera felt lucky to have two best friends like them, understanding and understanding how to keep Ameera's heart in so many ways.

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This is my story, Ameera..

GIRL OWNER OF A PAIR OF DIMPLES

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