Mathelina
Prolog and Chapter 1

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I'm with you.

It's like a dream, but it's real.

As the sunlight entered from the window slit, the face of the person he first saw was that handsome man. The view is sad, the flashback rotates like a film roll. Such a torturous night.

He got out of bed, covered his body without a thread with a blanket. Slowly descending, then grabbed her clothes scattered on the floor, after bitterly staring at her. Walking left the man in bed, which was almost the same condition as him.

Shower turned. Water soaked his head, but he lowered his head without doing anything. Secretly tears fell down, flowing along with the water that was watering his entire body.

Bitter, tightness, that's how it feels. Despair made him fall into the wrong decision. Why does God always put him on the brink of suffering? Is this the purpose for which it was born?

Elina flicked her hair that covered her face. Sweeping water all over his body that had been stained.

Hundred million. Elina grunts. That was the price of his body, in order to be enjoyed by that lucky man. Pity the man he will marry in the future, will only get a girl who is already second.

But he won't be that bad. Maybe after this he will not marry. His future has been shattered, and he is ready to accept punishment if no one is willing to give him love.

It's just, it'll be a question for her mother and sister. He couldn't have told them. Imagine, what if they found out?

Ah, Elina didn't want that to happen.

Elina came out of the bathroom wearing wet clothes and wet hair. He saw the man—he was still asleep. After combing the hair and slightly scavenging the powder, he would leave this room.

His job is done. Let the man not know who he slept with last night. Everything will be a secret, as well as a past that will be forgotten as time goes on.[]

Born To Suffer's

Is this the purpose for which it was born? Destined to suffer without end. Dad was imprisoned for his debt to a loan shark, and because of seeing her husband being led away by the police, she collapsed instantly.

There, he only knew that all this time his mother hid her disease.

He stared at the nanar on a building that stood majestically, with colorful lights flickering.

He often went there, but not for shopping, but worked as a cashier. He could only stare sadly at the rich, behind his fake friendly smile. Maybe her life won't be like theirs, and that's not her hope anyway. Living reasonably, comfortably, and without problems was the thing he wanted most. But this….

He sighed, closed his eyes, and then a tear fell down his cheek.

He held it tightly to the end of the paper he had been holding since. There are details of the costs that must be incurred to perform the operation.

Yeah, breast cancer surgery.

I don't know when her mother had this disease. Perhaps she was too busy lamenting her grief, and forgot the steadfast mother held back the cries in the darkest corner of her room. The mother who always hid her pain and suffering, desperately needed a place to share. But she would rather go to her best friend's house than see her mother tortured and beaten.

But now, he can't run like that. Avoiding reality makes it even more painful. He will face all problems and solve them. Only, is he capable?

Her father had been in prison for almost a month. As the dependents grew more and more, he sought additional work elsewhere. A job that is not insulting, but considered uncivilized. Being a waitress at a nightclub.

Still mending works at the mall, which only wears a tight, knee-length black skirt. At nightclubs, she is required to wear low cleavage, tight skirts and super minis, dressing up as beautifully as possible to attract customers.

His salary may be a lot more than working as a cashier, but his inner torture is more frequent. Customers who come on average ABG are already second puberty. They are more attractive than teenagers. The blink of an eye, the sweet and seductive words, even the naughty touch is always obtained.

I want it to feel out. Tears could not be held back when the abuse occurred. But for the sake of his mother and sister, he was forced to live it all behind his fake smile.

Thankfully, there were no problems during the two weeks of work. But God tested it again.

“Basic slut!”

It's tickling. The whisper stabbed his heart as he walked down the campus corridor. Then, someone nudged his shoulder until he almost fell. Two girls turned to him with a sinister look.

In his heart, he wondered. He didn't seem to know them, but why was his attitude like that?

It was not just them, the people around him that he met, looked at him in the same way. He was getting confused and scared. His steps accelerated, without looking towards the cynical spy while continuing to wonder.

All these questions were finally answered. He stopped in front of a crowd of students who were reading the announcement on the mading. No matter what announcement, he himself wanted to see.

Before getting there, someone who was aware of his presence, turned his head and pointed at him. He exclaimed:

“That's her girl!”

The call made everyone look at him. He was stunned and increasingly confused. Moreover, they looked at him like they were looking at someone so despicable on the face of the earth.

“Basic slut! Good name for our campus! Get out of here!” it means, which is overwritten by other students.

“Emang what's my fault?” said the girl, still daring to look at the girl who threw it.

“What's wrong? Still not aware too?”

Unexpectedly, he pulled her hair, no matter the pain of the girl. Then, he threw the girl in front of the mading board violently.

“See, tuh!”

There are photos of him working in a nightclub, serving guests, and even a photo showing him being held by an old man.

The photos were removed from the mading board, he stared at with mixed feelings of confusion, shame, and humiliation. Once someone took a picture and put it on this board. I don't know what grudges are, until the guy treats her like this.

Cheers sounded. The girl pulled her body into the middle of a field filled with senior students who were playing basketball. Some people surrounded him, even among the senior students who were holding a basketball. They smiled cynically at his helplessness. He was trapped, unable to run anywhere to escape. He was sure, they would do something as punishment for such a despicable girl.

A fat man tossed a ball in his hand. Approaching the girl with a savage smile, then saying, “What punishment is appropriate for a cheap girl like her?”

Some people even advised her to tear off her clothes and tell her to dance.

“Bego lo!” timpal was a man, who seemed to be still more sane than the one who gave the advice earlier. “Lo want to be shy about our campus good name?”

“So, according to lo what?” ask the fat guy.

“Gue know!”

The big-haired and tall-bodied guy said. Instantly, the basketball that was in his hand shot all the way to the poor girl's right arm.

“Aduh....,” lamented the girl grimaced, holding her arm.

The fat guy moved forward. “Hey, lo ... em, what's his name?”

Elina Fahrani Gayatri's. That was the name of the girl who was being bullied. The one who told me his name was a classmate. The man even spat because he felt he was not in class with a cheap woman.

“Oh, so her name is Elina?” said the fat man, his tone sarcastic. “Beauty. But unfortunately ... CHEAP!”

Unexpectedly, the ball was thrown right at Elina's head. Everyone laughed, no matter if Elina felt dizzy and in pain.

Elina's body staggered while holding her head. His feet were trying to stay grounded so as not to fall. He did not want to show that he was weak.

But that's not just his attack. When the ball falls on a person's foot, it is the person's turn to throw it. The ball hit right on Elina's calf. Automatic Elina lost her balance, and eventually fell.

They all laughed satisfied. The torture party ends with a girl dressed in fashionable clothes, carrying a bucket of water, which is then sent to Elina's body. The bucket was thrown next to Elina's body.

Elina's eyes were filled with tears, staring blurryly at those who were so satisfied laughing at her. There's only one, there, that guy. A look of pity and helplessness. He was Austin, someone Elina had once admired secretly. The handsome man was gentle and sympathetic, who was now the owner of his heart.

What the hell is he doing there? Why just shut up to see him being tortured by those heartless people? Is this what love is called in the mouth? Stop staring at me like that! Really, he hates it.

Elina turned her face away, her heart was so sore, it hurt more than the bad treatment of those people. Now he knows how weak Austin's love for her is.

If you remember that, you don't want to live anymore. The burden is too much, his love has also been lost. He could not show his face to anyone. Trust in everyone is gone. And love .. His heart alone has frozen.

At the age of 21, the smile on her lips never lasted long. There is only bitterness, tears, and loneliness. Today, he wanted to smile, to welcome his freedom from the burdens he had borne alone all this time.

The twilight wind caressed him. The sunset greeted his smile. His right leg began to climb the perimeter fence of the crossing bridge, followed by his left foot. Both of his hands were stretched out, his eyes closed.

There was a sound of cheering from under the bridge, but it was not ignored. He considered that the cheering was a melodic melody of death.

His body began to stagger. In the heart calls for the angel of death to immediately pick up his spirit. Slowly, he moved his body.

Goodbye, the world.[].

***Haloha. How are you guys doing. It's not Saturday, but how come it's up? The author likes to be inconsistent.

Maybe the title is weird, but it's the truth.

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