Mahram To Azira
Chapters 1.1

I stared at the scene before my eyes with a blank feeling. There is no more fear that always haunts me when faced with this condition because he-fear it has died in me. If I'm afraid I'm dead then what about my happy and happy feelings?

I think it's-I think

“Basic of trash! you and your mother are filthy and despicable people. You ruined someone else's life. Like-“

Look, so what is happy?

What you mean by happy feelings is overflowing and uncontrollable feelings, it is as if you were taken flying high into a high place and full of wonders you never imagined before. A feeling that you cannot describe and describe with words is a feeling of happiness. However, if that's what you mean then I don't know, because I've never felt the happiness you mean.

I never felt the point where my body seemed to drift far away. I never felt the point where the world was so beautiful and so amazing. I never felt the point where people appreciated my existence in this world. And yes, I never felt the point where God really saw my existence.

It feels like it's all so impossible do you know?

Because what I've been feeling all this time is I'm always dropping, I'm always dropping,

Looking dirty, though,

Considered as contemptible,

There is no purpose in life,

And once again the He-God that you glorify never looks at me. Yes, God is so indifferent to my existence.

If out there you can live quietly because it is surrounded by those who call your presence family, so I'm here surrounded by those who call themselves trashy people who shouldn't be living in this world. I have no doubt that here I live with a destiny that does not want to be kind to me.

Yes, you can either conclude or just say that I am living with a destiny that is unfair to me, because I think so too.

If there your presence is received very well, then I am here otherwise. I was a mistake and those whom I considered family rejected my presence, even those who looked at me one eye with such sharp and heartless insults and insults.

Right, they're cruel but they don't care.

“Build garbage, look! See your crime in this world!” The woman-yah, the covered-dressed woman politely and gracefully pointed at me with the index finger of her slender left hand, she looked so wrathful looking at my whereabouts.

“See what you've raised all this time, look at the disgrace you've been living in all this time. He should never have been born, you and that shit should never have been present in this world because you two are the disgrace of the world!” Enraged, the rich lady still did not want to let go of her angry look at me.

Meanwhile, the rich woman's white and slender right hand was still tightly grasping the living lump of hair of the helpless pale woman who was sitting weakly there.

The pale woman looked weak and desperate, this was probably because this kind of thing was familiar to her, this kind of harsh treatment was common to her. Nights like this I used to go through with pale helpless women there.

I've been immune to the snapping and mockery of them. My fear is gone for this because the end will be the same, always this way.

Slowly I stood up, walking slowly intending to approach the two women with real caste differences there.

“Mistress, please let go of my mother, I beg you.” My voice tried as gently and decently as possible, trying to attract her compassion.

The rich ladies of the bar-bar with the graceful covered clothes that hurt my mother are now staring at me intently, at a glance I can see that she is giving me a thin smile or rather a faint grin.

Maybe for begging for forgiveness for my mother, yes, that pale, helpless woman was my mother. That woman called trash is my mother, that filthy, filthy woman is my mother. You're right, I was born from his warm womb, from his thick, concentrated blood.

“You want this trash I let go?” Asked the rich lady in a cynical and condescending voice.

I nodded slowly in response to him. Looking at me, the woman smiled in a slant and then with great force she threw my mother's weak body towards the cold, dirty floor.

I was surprised to see what he did to my mother but somehow my legs were so numb that I didn't know how to move them. I was silent to hear a loud scream full of pain My mother was there. I remained silent even as my mother had begun to moan in pain on the cold and dirty floor, but strangely seeing my mother's suffering like this I had no feelings other than being empty.

It feels empty and empty.

“You see? I released him and released the trash you asked for.”

The rich lady voiced her sarcasm, mocking the helplessness of my mother who could do nothing more to fight against her. Not even able to breathe from my first shock, the rich lady once again gave me another surprise and this leg she really made me shut up because of her brutal actions. He with his tall, sharp shoes stood on top of my mother's body, trampling on my mother's frail body of pain with his happy expression. He seemed to say that he was still not satisfied just by banging my mother's body on the cold dirty floor because he still wanted to play around again with the helplessness of my mother who was now exposed to pain.

No, this is not true! Inner screaming.

Seeing all that I was unable to think anymore, suddenly a strong and frightening feeling of fear enveloped me. The feeling of fear that I had never felt before was now completely enveloping me. It made me feel so claustrophobic that I unconsciously ran fast towards those who were so enjoying the feeling of pain and pleasure. Kneeling in front of the woman to beg for her mercy for my mother who could only moan in pain.

“Mrs.I beg you, please let go of my mother.” Please despair.

Tonight with the sound of the rain being an escort for the first time I felt that my heart had been broken. I felt as if my little world would be taken away and I could not deny that this was so painful.

My heart aches and pains.

“Cih, don't touch me dirty girl! you and your mother are so disgusting! I don't want my clean and holy body to contract your fucking shit.”

I don't care that even though this heartless and cruel rich woman berate and curses me harshly and sharply, I don't care. Even though this rich woman pushed and drove me violently to get away from her I was still stubborn, getting up from where I fell and begging her again who was still staring at me in anger.

“You damn it, get away from me!” Hardik rich woman while walking down from the weak body and pain of my mother.

Rubbing her graceful clothes in a panic, she and her people then left me and Mother who was still moaning in pain.