HAPPIER
PROLOGUES

Beryl Varindra Tadahiro, people agreed to call me Bery, the letter L was deliberately omitted and until now it is still a mystery to me. Not only is the matter of losing the letter L in my nickname, my surname feels very unsuitable to be carried by myself who was born and raised in an area hundreds of kilometers from the provincial capital, until I was 18 and a month away officially giving up the white-gray period, my name was still a mystery to my friends and teachers at school.

Lucky my face is quite good looking even though I have not been acquainted with skincare, so at least the name feels right attached to me. When I was looking for the meaning of my name in the Google search engine, then I understood a little and could pull the red thread, maybe because my father was a former Captain Ship so he gave me that name. Why not ask him directly? Not because he never asked, it's just that my father is a type of man who is very irritable to speak, mostly uses the language of the heart and eye glances and also he is very rarely at home. He is more busy being an empang manager and developing his business into an exporter abroad.

For father, home is just a place to stop, not a place to go home as well as my mother who also has her own busy with various charitable activities.

I'm the eldest of two brothers, my sister, Anzi is 5 years old. People say, my mother conceded until pregnant Anzi at the age of 40 years at that time. Compared to me, Anzi was more fortunate to still be able to be brought to and fro by mother, father also sometimes brought her along. While I was living like a fatherless thousand child.

Various problems I created to attract the attention of both my parents, but always only ended up being solved by their assistants.

I'm disappointed, I'm lonely.

Until I finally got to know a man who was so considerate of me, his name was Rio. We are one school, just different classes. He's the youngest regent in my area. We were the perfect couple in the eyes of the people. Son of the number one person in District X and son of the richest person number one in the district. With him, I felt more alive. He always supported everything I did. Cigarettes, alcohol and drugs became our true friends.

We are children who feel neglected by the busy world of parents. And our delinquency is a form of our protest and defiance to them.

One day, a fatal mistake was made, and it was the result of this mistake that turned my life upside down.

Rio and I were raided by our friend's boarding house while celebrating school graduation farewell night. It is not only a matter of appearance both of us who are both undressed, but the spread of drug trafficking among teenagers ensnare us. Father and mother who happened to pass there and was curious about the crowd finally came to watch me, their daughter became a suspect of immoral acts. Embarrassing right?

Dad's face turned deathly pale overpowered by anger, disappointment and not to mention. After finishing various affairs at the police station using his money of course, Dad dragged me into a sling on his shoulder and took me home and locked me in a room.

At nightfall, I was confined all day in the room after a night in police custody, not how long was the noise from the lower floors, apparently Rio's parents who came. Father holds Rio and his parents accountable, otherwise they will be politicized by Father, but lightly Rio refused to marry me, he wants to continue his study abroad, so he will not be able to do so, he doesn't want me to be a barrier to his achieving his dreams. Disappointed? Really, I am very disappointed in Rio. He let me down, he dropped me too.

Unable to bear the shame, I was finally expelled from the house. Both of my parents who glorified his reputation were no longer willing to have me as their child. With a heavy heart, I set foot, I tried to grab my father's hand, but he threw his face away and passed into his room. I turned my wailing gaze to the woman who had conceived me and brought me into this world, but only the glint of disappointment and the trunks of my head I met, the youth also stepped away from me.

I took a strong breath, I erased the traces of tears on my cheeks, there was no other way. I've been wasted now.

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Skylar Bayu Agnanta's

I was a killer when I wasn't even 15. I am a murderer, I deliberately killed that bajin*an man. Dare to rape the woman I love most in the world, ummiku.

When I got home from school, the house looked very quiet, my brother of course is still in his office today, he is a building contractor and has his own company. Not too big but the project he is working on already exists in various regions in Indonesia. While my older sister, sister Nindi spent more time in school to prepare herself for the final exam of her high school graduation which will be held in the next few months. Same with me, I will be finishing Junior High soon.

I went to the kitchen to look for umi, but nothing, but the vegetable soup still puffed its smoke on the stove. I turned off the stove and continued my steps to the top floor where my room was.

Holding the door of my room, I could hear a sound like broken glass from my parents' room. Out of curiosity, I approached the door of the room, knocking.

"Tock.tok.tok.."

I called Umi again, but there was no voice. I tried to pull the door, but it was locked. When I was about to turn around to step back into my room, something again sounded, this time like the sound of Umi asking for help.

"Umi.umi... umi inside? Open the door umi!" The worry began to approach.

"To..long..!" At once the voice of the umi was so very clear.

I tugged at the door while banging on it, but it didn't open. I tried to kick it but my body just bounced. Even though my body is now like a high school boy, but still the door can not be opened with empty hands.

I panicked, I ran to and fro looking for something I could use to open the door. Lucky my eyes caught a crowbar under the stairs. I ran back like a fidelity and then hit the door leaf with a crowbar in my hand.

"Umi.survive umi..!"

After a few minutes I managed to open the door and how surprised I was when I saw the body of Umi was under the confinement of a man I knew enough.

Without warning I delivered a blow to the man's body using the crowbar still in my hand. I who was carried away by emotions hit him blindly, then I felt my body being pulled away from the body that had been drenched in blood.

"Thanks..!"

"Miss..!"

Umi and I hugged, I felt umi's body decay in my arms until we both fell to the floor because I was not strong enough to hold umi's body weight. I lost consciousness at that moment.

The incident forced our family to face the law. I had a grueling trial for months. Lucky I was sentenced to be free because I was a minor and that I did to protect myself and my ummah.

But this incident affected my life greatly. Still stamped as a killer I could not avoid in school until finally I no longer want to go to school. Finally, after Nindi graduated from High School, our family decided to move to a place where I would feel safe and comfortable. No one knows my past.

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