Ghostly Bulls
I'm the bastard

My name is Dilara Leon. I don't know why my mom named me that . Is Leon my papa's name? I never knew either. The secret of who my papa took to his burrow.

I hate mama. Because of her silence about who my father is, my mother made me suffer even from the time I was born.

Grandpa, granny, om and aunt even my niece saw me like shit to be shunned and avoided.

I'm the fatherless child. Everyone scoffed at my presence in the world. Except mama. Mama loved me so much, I loved her so much that I understood everything. That I was a fatherless child. Bastard son.

" Mama, everyone says I'm a bastard. Is that really so, mama? Do I really not have a father?" I cried at my mom when I was 12 years old and I began to understand the meaning of the word illegitimate child that has always been pinned on me since childhood.

Mama did not answer, just hugged me tightly and shed tears. I rebelled. I don't need any crying and hugs. I need an answer from my mom. And when mama remained silent, gone was my love for mama.

" I hate mama!" shouting loudly.

" I'm sorry dear.I'm sorry mom.." that's all that said from my lips.

" Mama is cruel, mama has the heart that I am always insulted. Where's papaaku? I'm gonna go look for him. I want him to admit I'm his son.!" my screams again made my mother's cries firmer.

I am usually sad to see my mom cry. But now my heart hurts. Enough is! I've held him for so long. I have suffered humiliation for a long time. I hurt mom.I don't let go anymore. I haven't been able to cry since then.

Dilara who always remain silent and give up is no longer there. Dilara is now a hard-hearted girl who no longer wants to be humbled.

I looked at my face in the mirror. Although many people scoffed at my status of being born to a single mother, there was no denying that I was beautiful. My eyes are small, narrow but shining. My skin is white as milk and smooth as marble. My body is tall, though not too tall as a model.

People say, I'm beautiful because I'm a blower, a mixed breed. I often hear the signs that my papa is Japanese. Not a javanese like my mom.

My male friends scrambled for attention and made me a boyfriend, even though I didn't bully them at all. My life is too complicated to think of pleasure let alone love like any other teenager.

Since I didn't get an answer about who my dad was from my mom, I didn't talk to my mom at all. Ignored him. I only talk if he asks me. I will answer it as soon as possible.

Mama is really stubborn. Don't want to open the secret of papa's identity. I'm getting pissed at him.

I like to go home at night. Why go home to a house that looks like hell. It was full of people staring and looking at me cynically.

And now plus the selfish and self-serving mama. I don't know how I'm stuck with the status I always carry with me wherever I go. Disgusting status as an illegitimate child. Hmh! I even hate myself.

I flinched from the daydreams of my dark past. Even until now it can not eliminate the cruel title. What wrong?

Mom left me when I was 17. He has leukemia, the doctor said. I don't know, I don't care, I don't even regret it. He made me born and suffer in this world. I have suffered by myself since birth. Did I ask to be born? Nah!

After my mother died, I came home late at night. Home is just a place where I sleep and change clothes.

My family doesn't care about me anymore. Grandpa and grandma are also all residents of the house consider me an invisible creature whose existence is like the wind.

Maybe they thought I was dead like my mom. Whatever, it's good for me. My life is freer.

" Non Lara, will you please come home at 2pm? Mr. Puguh said he wanted to talk to non "mbok Jum intercepted me at the door of the room when I wanted to go to school.

" Yes" I answered briefly.

What's up again? Mr. Puguh all I know is our family lawyer. Did my mother leave a legacy? Hahaha.I don't care.

The important thing is that I can still go to school and go to college. That's all that matters to me. Then I can get to work and get out of this hell house. Living alone is better than living in a family that thinks you're trash.

I went straight home to school, didn't hang out or the road wasn't necessarily the usual direction.

Arriving at Mr. Puguh's house is waiting for me.

" Sit Ra.." said Mr. Puguh.

I sat in front of him. He took out a thick map from the bag he was carrying.

Then a small book is like a savings book bearing the name of a bank. When I opened the term deposit on my behalf with a fantastic value, it reached ten digit numbers along with the details of the deposit interest that almost filled the book.

My mother prepared everything. He knew he was not long. I should be happy that my mom has prepared everything for my future.

But I don't know why I'm so moved or sorry about my mother's departure. I'm still hurt by my mom's silence. The amount of money so much, it could not close the wound of my heart that is still gaping.

" Mama.forgive me. My heart still hurts. I can't forgive mom."

But I thank you for preparing my education fund until I graduate college later. And I became a young billionaire thanks to my mom's life insurance policy, as well as deposits that I could have cashed out at any time. Even mama still left something in the bank that the key to the deposit I still keep. I don't know what my mom kept in the bank.

" Mama, this is all you're gonna do because you feel guilty about me, right? And I'm sorry I'm untouchable because it's your duty to guarantee your bastard son's life."

" I've taken care of the process of disbursement of all the funds that your mother left you. Dilara can use and take it at any time because it is more than 17 years old. So keep everything all right, son. Use as wisely as possible. Mr. Puguh is always ready whenever you need help."

Mr. Puguh gave me his cell phone contact and asked for my number. I'm giving. I was thinking maybe only Mr. Puguh would care about me even if it was just because of getting paid. One day I will need it.

" Dilara, you better get to the bank. Mr. Puguh doesn't know what's in your mama's deposit. Do you want sir to take you to the bank?" ask Puguh sir.

" Yes sir, how about tomorrow?" my many.

" Alright, tomorrow you'd better get permission for one day. No need to go to school. We'll be at the bank at eight in the morning. Yes Ra?" Mr. Puguh asked for my approval.

" Yes sir" I replied briefly.

After Mr. Puguh left I stepped into my room on the second floor. Did your family know you gave me so much inheritance? They don't seem to care. They are also rich.

Tomorrow I go to the bank with Mr. Puguh.

After going through a rather complicated process related to data security and customer privacy, I was finally able to receive a document bag. Fortunately, Mr. Puguh has prepared all the affairs related to the bank. So I just take it right.

We went to Mr. Puguh's office and opened the mama's bag there.

A certificate of home and land in a place I know.it's not far from the home of grandparents I've lived in all this time.

It was an elite area, and when I saw the size of the house and the land listed in the certificate, it was definitely not a simple house. Even more than the grandfather's house.

Who is my real mama? He's very rich as it turns out.

" Dilara want to see your house?" ask Mr. Puguh.

" I'll see for myself sir. I know the address, I mean the area I'm afraid to trouble Mr. Puguh if you keep asking for interconnection." I replied honestly.

" Don't hesitate son, your mother and your grandfather paid me dearly as a family lawyer. This is indeed Mr. Puguh's duty" The middle-aged man smiled.convince me.

" What if now, sir? I have permission not to go to school. Is Mr Puguh busy? " tanyaku.

" okay. No, I'm not busy. Dilara, consider it Mr. Puguh om you. Mama's replacement. Mr. Puguh will be your guardian. That's your mama's message."

" May I call you, just to be more relaxed." I seem to be able to trust this guy. He didn't try to get close to me or be too nice. I could see the honesty in his eyes.

" Whoa.om very happy. Rara, can you call me that?" Om Puguh rubs.my head .

" Can om. Mama also called Rara that." I replied.

Finally, our journey came to my mother's house. I looked at his house.

"Is this not wrong?" I can't believe it. Why would you want to live with a family that doesn't think she has a palace like this?