KARMA IN LAW MOUTH VENOMOUS
Part 7 (Pov) by Candra Bad Boy
I'm Rusdi Candra, a man who from childhood has been accustomed to hard work, downstairs, raising even as a laborer, mech transport also I do.
I was born into an underprivileged family and therefore I struggled to lift my family's economy. Work and work are always in my mind, this is what causes me to be lazy for school. Back at school I helped forage cattle and into the rice fields. Whatever work I do as long as I get the money. Money and money are formed in my brain so that sometimes the path I take is wrong. My school was only until the 2nd grade of junior high school, I was expelled in school for being stubborn.
I like skipping school, fighting with friends and bothering women. The final act broke all the window panes in the class that led to my being given the score and the calling of my parents. After the penalty score I finished I became lazy school because it was happy to work and get money so for what school just waste money, that's what was on my mind at that time.
In addition to the wayward in school I was also a bad boy who likes to use women. Countless women fell in love with me and I used the money. Moderate looks that people say I include handsome, white, blue eyes and sexy lips make many women fall in love. Sometimes women who fall in love with me are not only the money I use but also the energy. There are those I use to wash my clothes up to my underwear are also washed by them. Who told me to fall in love with me, fall in love with me ready - ready to get drained. Many have become my victims, beautiful and ugly is not an obstacle for me that is important they want to give me money.
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Young Candra besides a player is also a gambler is also often drunk - drunk. For me, money is easy to get and I am also easy to scatter.
Gambling was a hobby for me after I dropped out of school. Drunk - getting drunk and fighting is common for me. My young world is dark, my life is hard because violence is what I got from my family since childhood.
The father of the first male figure in my life very often punished me with violence, hitting with a belt, slapping, kicking, entering in the pool and there are still many violent men I received from childhood. Sometimes I feel like he's not my real father because of his cruel treatment of me.
Dad always thinks I'm wrong, in me there's nothing good in my eyes even though I've banged my bones to help him but always blamed. Mother is unable to protect and defend if persecuted by father even though I know mother loves me very much but her fear of husband is greater than her affection for me. The violence and violence that I always accept makes me a player, bad boy. For this delinquency is an escape as a form of protest to the father. I do not feel the affection of my father since I was a child, sometimes I often ask in my heart, am I just an adopted child in this family?? Questions that make the heart hurt. The hardness of life makes me not afraid to face anyone, day and night for me the same. Not enjoying the affection and care of my family makes me live as I please.
I don't know how many people I hit when someone bullies me old or young, I don't know how many women I peeled the material and then dumped it like trash. Talking about women sometimes I wonder how they can pursue - pursue my love even willing to sacrifice anything for me, maybe because of my looks that people say - dashing, dashing people, I remember it as a smile - my own smile.
It could also be that my father educated me hard because I was the only son who would be the backbone for my parents and sisters, my sister, I thought trying to think positive because negative thinking only added to the wound in my heart, the gaping wound was so big, the wound created by my father from me was a child. My father's actions made me grow up to be a hard man, doing as I pleased to achieve my goals. The hard and cruel life that made me a hard person.
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I realized that I was a bad boy so I took care of Lusi, I did not want my sister to be hurt by any man. I love Lusi, our family spoils him. Whatever wishes we fulfill even though we are from an underprivileged family. The Bungsu Lusi that we love so much grew up without knowing the hardship of life, the bitterness of this world, which he knew his wishes had to be achieved regardless of the ability of his family. Our pampering education makes Lusi grow into a selfish girl, a spoiled girl, the most beautiful girl and a jutek girl. All of that happened because we never reprimanded his actions, we always justified his actions, we always defended him when he did wrong.
Until the error of the fatal disturbed the households of people, so the savings of one of the persons p*l*s* who have a position we cover. Last video m*s*m viral with husband people can no longer be tolerated but unfortunately Father and Mother instead defend Lusi, Mother said that the disgrace of sister does not need to be spiced up - umbar, I have to say, I don't know what was in my mother's mind to say like that, Lusi should be advised if his actions were outrageous.
Lusi makes a video of having sex with Antoni in a hotel room, the video is used as a weapon to threaten Antoni's wife. He also created a fake fb account and used the account to post photos with Antoni. I don't want to be brought in this face because of Lusi. Various ways I did to muffle the viral video, anyone who dared to spread and discuss it immediately I told people to make them silent.
My emotions were out of control against Luci, all sorts of swear words I took out because he was over the limit, because we spoiled him so that our heads were stepped on.
Unfortunately my actions were not supported by Father and Mother, they considered me too hard to face Luci so that the child became soaring. I forbade Yohana from getting too close to her because I did not want my household to be destroyed because of my own sister's cunning.
I just hope that my only brother can change for the better. Although on the lips I say hate him but in my heart I love him very much.
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