MAYDEA: Turning Point
The Poor Girl and the Memory Flakes

..."When you decide to be quiet so as not to get involved in a problem, there are times when it will cause new problems that are more serious for others. So, which one do you defend - the truth, or your cowardly soul?"...

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"Maydea? What are you doing here?"

Hearing the mezosopran's vocals, Maydea was aghast. The girl who was about to step foot to go to the toilet, now undoes her intentions when she realizes the presence of a figure she did not expect at all.

Gendhis looked at Maydea in surprise. On the other hand the albino girl realized that the presence of her bloodless sister was clearly a sign that the stepmother would soon appear. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Gayatri came with bags full in her hand; and more surprisingly, Satria was behind her in a condition that was no less complicated.

'Dad's coming home today?' Maydea looked at the father with a very thin smile. His feeling was indescribable when he saw the almost twilight-aged man. Feelings of longing predominate; yet disappointment and anger are also tucked in there.

"May! Good you are here—wait!" gayatri said, sounding threatening. Maydea panned to her stepmother with her body beginning to tremble. After this, the history is finished. Raka, probably won't be able to help him; let alone Satria who looks so cute when walking past him.

Gendhis departed from before his half-brother, then sat himself on the sofa— where Maydea was sitting. The girl thought, there will be interesting entertainment after this. The fatigue and saturation that arises due to his busy college life, will certainly be a little lifted by refreshing through performances by his beloved Mama and sister, Maydea. Papa can be a proper helper figure; gendhis can give spicy and sour seasoning there, as well as acting as a stove; whereas Raka, the young man will be a hero of misfortune, though in fact, is, it fits well into the audience.

'NO!'

"Aragh!" Maydea grimaced in pain when suddenly, Gayatri hit her on the head with a broomstick. It felt extremely painful; it was as if the old woman was using all her energy for it. On the other hand, Gendhis seemed enthusiastic; his eyes revealed a twinkle—his show had already begun?

"Why?" ask Maydea, witty. Gayatri who heard that also glared her eyes.

"Why? You ask why? YOU RAN AWAY BEFORE YOU RECEIVED YOUR PUNISHMENT, FOOL! There was Raka defending you. Now, don't expect you to get away!" Gayatri hit Maydea again, this time on her back; continued by hammering the albino girl's ear to redden. Gendhis who saw his mother's actions shuddered in horror himself. He remembered, he had also got a similar pull on his ear—to be exact a few years ago, because it was stated not to go to class, so the mother had to issue bribes to keep the good name of her daughter, so that the mother had to spend bribes to keep the good name of her daughter, also himself and Satria. Where will they put their faces, if you have children who live in class?!

"Mama! Enough's enough!" Raka roared loudly with a surprised expression. Just helped Mbah Ratih do the dishes, but when he returned, he was greeted with this view. "Pity Sister May, Ma!" Gendhis snorted when he saw it. True guesses—the young man will appear and become a hero of misfortune.

"Silent Raka! Let Mama punish the dissident child not know this self! Don't fight back and become disobedient by defending your stepbrother!" gayatri Emphatic. His sharp gaze, highlighted to the youngest. Raka also shriveled at that. He wanted to defend Maydea, but apparently, there were consequences if he did that. There is no guarantee, that a beloved child like himself, will not be exposed to the tantrums and blows of a mother like Gayatri!

"What are you doing, Maydea?" This time, Satria spoke up. His voice sounded calm, as usual. The man was indeed not the type of person who exploded like the wife; but still, it could not be said to be good. Satria tends to be silent and resigned—and unfortunately, it always brings disaster for the child.

"He refused my orders!" gayatri. Hearing that, Maydea shook her head. Obviously, he did not refuse; he had carried out the woman's orders, but was constrained and given no leniency.

"I'm not—"

"Don't lie, May!" Gayatri shouted in annoyance. The woman pointed at Maydea with her index finger, as the stepson did at the time.

"Dad, I'm not lying! Mother who is making things up and exaggerating things!"

"You're accusing me?! You kid doesn't know it's lucky!"

"I'm just telling you the facts! After all, what Mother ordered was really not going in!"

"Which part doesn't make sense, Stupid?!"

"Mother told me to go to the forest and—"

"DON'T ACCUSE CARELESSLY, DAMN IT!" Gayatri growled furiously, then pulled Maydea's long hair violently— made the girl grimace in pain.

"Deliver! What are you doing! You're cruel!"

"REPEAT AGAIN! THE MORE YOU ARGUE, THE MORE I LIKE TORTURING YOU!" Gayatri looks crazy. His face was truly terrifying; it was as if he was a merciless psychopath.

"Don't overdo it if you want to punish, Gayatri ...!" satria. Highlight his eyes still caught the hand of the wife who gripped the strong mane of the princess. He held the arm gently so he wanted to release Maydea's hair, but accidentally the eyes both—Satria and Gayatri— were staring.

Gayatri brushed off the husband's grip. He won't budge. To him, Maydea is guilty; always so—forever.

"It is up to you to punish. I'm tired of facing you guys—especially you, Maydea," said Satria. He felt weak, especially after seeing the netra of his beloved wife. Now, he really is a love slave. His love for the opposite sex that tends to be based on nafs ⁇ , was greater than his love for the princess which should be based on an inner bond. Ah, the inner bond? Is it still between the two—Satria and her daughter, Maydea?

"Dad ...." Maydea said softly. He looked at the father with a pair of watery neutrals. His chest felt tight, like a big stone. The man who was supposed to be her first love, actually hurt her heart. His father was his first heartbreak.

Satria turned around, then headed towards her room. He was tired after a long journey for the sustainability of his business; the business he had built with Mayla, Maydea's mother. Now, he does not want to bother about anything made by his son or wife. It's better to be quiet than to make trouble for yourself. Moreover, Gayatri is terrible if angry.

Maydea looked at the father's departure with a sad look. Raka still seems to want to defend, but is stopped from seeing her mother's gaze. Gendhis seemed speechless with an unpredictable expression—ia enjoyed the suffering of his half-brother, but a small part of his heart still held a sense of pity.

'PLAC!'

'PLAC!'

'PLAC!'

"It's your punishment!" Gayatri hit and slapped Maydea blindly. Maydea seemed to cry silently—not because of the physical pain she felt, but because of her wounded heart. He was disappointed in his father who preferred silence to defend him. In fact, with such a small mistake, he should not deserve such a punishment.

You pity? Do not ~ Maydea do not need; he does not want to be pitied, although in fact, his fate is really poor. Worse yet, this happened because Satria, the father who could not determine his attitude. However, Maydea thinks, he only needs to prove—Maydea needs to prove that he is more capable and useful than a piece of trash like those who hurt him. He must retaliate and must not be silent over the evil treatment of the people; as Mother said, that is, do not let others oppress you; if you will, you may repress them with certain limits. Yes, and Maydea still remembers when her mother said that, when she was completely devastated by the bullying she experienced— to date, that series of words could always energize her.

[] "Don't be sad Alexa, there's Mommy here. You are not alone, dear ...!"

"Why do they hate me, Mother? Is it because I'm different? Why was I created like this?"

"Alexa ~ Mother feels, there is nothing wrong with being different. After all, we are all unique. You should be proud to be yourself. You have to respect yourself, because who else can do that better than yourself? You are special and beautiful in your own way."

"really?"

"Sure! Remember, don't let others bully you; if you want, you can repress them with a certain limit— something excessive is not good, Alexa ...! If you get angry, just let go; it's better than you keep it in your heart until you finally cultivate a hate that can kill slowly."

"I love Mother!"

"Mother ju—" []

'PLAC!'

'PLAC!'

"Aragh!" Maydea grimaced after waking up from her daydream. The girl smiled as she remembered the mother. Now, with his remaining strength, he pushed Gayatri to the ground. He must remember not to let others oppress him.

"Mama!" Gendhis and Raka joined together. The two immediately walked over to the mother with a worried look. Raka stared at Maydea at a glance—as if giving a code for the girl to immediately run away while she inhibited Gayatri here.

"It hurts, huh, Ma? It's too much of a May! The insolent! We have to teach him a lesson, Ma!" Genphis also pumps. He highlighted Gayatri with concern. Her mother, it seems like she is in pain.

"Ouch! Help Mama stand up! Mama's waist, argh—" Gayatri grimaced as she held her broken waist. Apparently, his karma has come. If any citizen knows, obviously he will be laughed at—became a material gibbah by people with a lulid mouth in his village. It's shameful!

'Review you, Maydea ...!'