Don'T Call Me Pigy
Chapter 3

Wailing, crying, regretting, was of no use to him. Shopia was still staring at the ash pane on the grass, not a single person felt pity for her. He lifted his face, looking at the backs of humans who had always oppressed him.

Shopia's gentle gaze slowly sharpened, the flames of lickling flames sowing vengeance. His heart hardened, he swore that if there was a chance to retaliate, he would retaliate for all their treatment.

"If God had been kind to me, He wouldn't have let me stay in this state. Tomorrow or the day after, maybe I'll get a chance to repay them. Or, seeing them disintegrate one by one even if it wasn't for me."

The sound could only be heard by his own ears. Shopia lowered her gaze, staring at the book that Alisa had snatched away. Fortunately, only the sheet was torn and burned by him. The book, rising from the grass.

Once again, his eyes scanned full of grudges at the group of people who left haughtily and triumphantly. Shopia turned around to leave the campus. No longer intending to continue classes. Let it be, he resigned. Even if the scholarship had to be revoked and he was expelled, Shopia would have accepted. Maybe he'd better find a job to help his mother.

"Why am I being treated like this, Lord? Am I destined to be like this?" Shopia let out a sigh, tears falling down immediately. No longer want to cry, but what power is he who is too crybaby.

Walking down the sidewalk, will occasionally kick the pebbles drive away boredom. Not without money to just take public transportation, but he buy time so that the mother does not feel disappointed because she left to study.

"We do it now?" A male voice from inside the black car parked behind Shopia.

"What's right, we have to kidnap her? It seems like the mood of the girl is not good," asked the others worriedly.

"We only perform tasks at the boss's command. Remember, we only have to do it if we want money. You want money, don't you?"

They nodded simultaneously. Who is not tempted by big money offers. Whatever they'll do to get it even if they kidnap the innocent Shopia.

The black car slowly drove, tailing behind Shopia. Finding the right time and location to carry out the kidnapping of the poor girl.

"Ahead there, I thought the streets would be deserted. We'll just do it there," said one of the people who told me the exact location.

Two people prepared to go down, wearing face coverings to avoid recognition. One man stood guard at the car door, opening and closing it. Shopia walked down, contemplating the winding journey of life.

Ever since the father left their lives, there was no more smile of happiness that he met. A happy simple life is simply replaced with tears and suffering. If the man were still around, maybe his life wouldn't be this sad.

"All men are the same. Fuck, they only look at the physical and the treasure. I don't want to know a creature called a man. They're sick, they suck."

Shopia growled, her jaw hardened, remembering her father and Tomi. Both are equally annoying. Shopia stopped the move in a cautious manner when a car came to a sudden stop nearby.

What do you want this car for? Why did it suddenly stop near me?

Shopia's heart murmured, but her feet decided to step back and ignore the strange black object.

However, just a few steps away, Shopia suddenly felt both of her arms were firmly blocked. He quickly turned to his right and left, and his heart was terrified.

"What do you want? Release!" his screams were thrashing. He did not have the strength to resist even though his body was fertile.

With no answer, the masked men dragged Shopia into their car.

"Where are you taking me? Nah! Release him! Help me!" The stronger Shopia's screams were hoping someone would help her.

"No! Mom, help me!" Shopia's tears poured out, thrashed and rebelled from the check of the two men. Honey, no matter how hard she tries to escape, it's all for nothing.

Brugh!

"Aw!" Shopia whimpered and grimaced as they were forcibly put in the car. He raised his face, looking at the situation inside the object. There were only men in black uniforms, expressionless, stiff and cold.

Shopia shriveled in fear, she flanked by two stiffly silent men. The tail of his eyes incessantly glanced to the right and left, the heart continuously wondering who they were.

But something is strange. None of them looked at him. The one thing Shopia was afraid of was, she would be harassed. The car continues to drive away from the quiet streets until it arrives at a luxurious house that makes the heart of Shopia again race strong.

Nah! Whose house is this? Am I going to be sold here? God, save me!

Shopia's tears rolled back, calling out to her mother through an inaudible tube. Really, he's scared right now. The car door opened, the two men came down and opened the way for him. None of them touched Shopia except the two who kidnapped her.

"Please, Miss!" say one of them while looking polite.

"No! I don't want to go down. Give me back to my house, I want to go back to my mother!" shopia screams with an unfinished tear.

"The lords are waiting for you inside" they said again without caring about Shopia's trembling cry.

"No! Get me back to my house!" The sound of Shopia's screams echoed into the magnificent house.

From behind that large, two-leafed door, appeared an old woman in an elegant style. Followed by a middle-aged woman who tailed behind him.

"Give me back to my mother! Bring me back! Mom, help me!" Shopia screamed once more, her cries growing hysterical. Hearing that, the woman behind the old woman chose to walk closer to the car.

He smiled at Shopia who was crying down.

"Shopia!" The soft call of his voice managed to stop Shopia's cries. The girl raised her red and wet face, dumbfounded to see the woman who had a soothing smile outside the car.

"Mother!" shopia was crying again.

"Cabin, honey. Mother is waiting for you" she asked, stretching out both hands to welcome the arrival of the child.

Shopia glanced at the people who had kidnapped her, they all bowed respectfully before the mother making Shopia confused.

"Mother ...."

"Come here! Let's go see your grandma. Later I explained inside," interrupted the mother still with a sweet smile.

"grandmother?" The woman nodded her head at the repetition the child said.

Shopia went up and down, fluttering into the arms of the mother. Seeing that, the old lady on the terrace smiled full of haru. After a long time of separation, they were finally able to regroup.

"What's really going on, Mom?" shopia asked after raising her face and looking at her mother.

Shopia's messy hair with the same smile.

"Meet your grandmother first, everything will be clear when you sit inside." Shopia nodded her head in confusion and followed her step closer to the porch where an elderly woman stood smiling.

"My grandchildren!" A warm embrace received Shopia as soon as it arrived before her. "So long ago Grandma wanted to hug you. Forgive Grandma, son, for being late to realize you have to live a life of suffering."

The phrase made Shopia even more absent-minded.