MAYDEA: Turning Point
Duties Sucks

..."I want to stop hating not because I want to be seen as a good person. But this is how I become selfish; by throwing away all the negative feelings in my conscience."...

...««« MAYDEA »»»...

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Satria looked speechless—seems like thinking hard. But after a while, he decided to give up. Sure enough, Maydea's words managed to make his head wracked by dizziness. The man, then exhaled his breath violently. "That's ...! It's up to you to behave like what—Dad doesn't want to care about that. After all, Dad's goal here, was actually to give you this."

Satria seemed to take something from behind her pocket, then thrust it into the princess. With a bad feeling, Maydea turned around. After confronting her father, the girl, then observes the object that Satria wants to give her.

"the photo? Who're they?" Maydea took the sheet from her father's hand. His forehead was wrinkled; to be honest he was curious. Her father came, and her main purpose was to give the photo—there must be another purpose behind it, right?

"They're the children of Dad's co-workers" Satria replied. The man stared at the house behind Maydea's back. It reminds him of his past—to his late wife, Mayla. That woman, must have calmed down in her new place. Satria did not expect the change in Maydea's attitude to make the woman feel restless in nature there. Again, he did not.

"Then?"

"They'll be visiting soon. The estimate, the day after tomorrow, they got here. Mang Arya was busy; his wife wanted a lahiran. He's the best tour guide here. Because you've been trusted, so you have to take care of them. But, I'm busy—so, I've decided that you will be the tour guide for them," said Satria. Maydea who heard that also frowned because she did not like it. Again, his father carelessly made up his mind.

"Why should I? There are many citizens here—ada Ibu, there is Raka; Gendhis is also on holiday, right? Again, Dad won't listen to me" Maydea said. He bent his lips in annoyance. His feelings, really sensitive.

"You know this village very well. It is difficult to find people who are willing to be guides. I've been trying; but most of them were busy and then suddenly, it occurred to me to ask for your help" Satria said. The man drowned his palm in his pants pocket. This afternoon, the weather was cold. A thin fog began to envelop.

"Dad didn't ask for help, but forced me because Dad had already decided before asking me. After all, you can actually have your beloved wife or children." Maydea bent her eyebrows, looking closely at the figures in the photo. The young man looked very happy on the piece of paper.

"That's it, May ...! You can't refuse. You also know what my wife looks like; and you should understand that Raka is busy in school and Gendhis must be tired from being busy with college, whereas you have no job," Satria said. He panned briefly into Maydea's expression, before finally leaving to pass by without burden he did.

The albino girl stared at her father's departure wryly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Patience is something that is not easy and draining energy. However, if he did not try to do so, perhaps now, he was already behind the dark shadows of all his hatred. The girl did not want negative feelings to gnaw her soul. Even so, the wound is always there and it will be difficult to forgive it. Come on ~ Maydea's conscience is not as clean as that.

'Semena-penetrating! It sucks!' Maydea grumbled in her heart. He focused his vision on the figures printed on the piece of paper. For a moment, he thought: how could they behave that much?

"Why should I be assigned to you? Hope you guys don't come!" maydea Mummings. A few seconds later, he immediately entered his residence, then immediately covered his body with a blanket. The atmosphere felt cold, making his body slightly tremble. Somehow, since the last few months, he no longer can stand the low air in his environment. In fact, if you look back, he was very strong in the face of cold temperatures.

For a while, Maydea looked dreamy. I don't know what he was contemplating; presumably, he was wondering about his fate (?).

Before long, Maydea moved to the corner of the room where there was a small table there. On it was a book, complete with other writing supplies. Maydea often wrote what she felt and experienced there. Call it his personal journal.

...««« THE JOURNAL »»»...

...Today went exhausting. I feel like my fate is really sad. All my emotions and energy seemed to be drained away as the night unfolded....

...Today, Gayatri's emotions exploded again as I had expected. He hurt me physically and verbally. I was also very angry because he dared to insult Mother....

...I don't know if you're going home from town today. I hated it when he let his new wife commit a criminal act, that of molesting his children; but when I resisted, he accused me of being impolite and I deserved to be punished because I was guilty. But, what kind of mistake did he mean?...

...Today, I feel a little relieved. I express my feelings, my thoughts. This helped to lessen the shadow of hatred that was beginning to encircle my conscience....

...He gave me a shitty assignment before his departure. Honestly, it'd be better if he never came if that was the only goal. Wouldn't he want to embrace me and let go of the longing together?...

...I hope tonight comes— in the way I expected. I want to see how precious the moonlight is that illuminates the night. L like it. It always reminds me of my mother....

...Oh, come on—why does my soul feel empty? I want to go back to the past....

Maydea sighed, then fell silent. He always writes a journal. He wrote in simple words; perhaps, only occasionally did he write in poetic language.

The albino stared at the kalander. It is still July, but the rain has begun to show its existence, although normally, now is the peak time of dry music. He thinks the season is uncertain. Perhaps this is what is called the La Nuna phenomenon.

This year, Maydea stayed home more often than usual. Gayatri often called out to him, but more often he ignored her. To be honest, the girl couldn't stand the weather. During the dry season, the hot sun completely burns his skin; during the rainy season, almost every time he is cold.

Maydea got up and took a glass of mineral water to drink. His eyes looked observant looking at the photo in his hand. This time, he looked curious about the figures.

'I'll guide them?' inner Maydea. But apparently, he did not notice the whole person in the photo, only one of the focus, and he was a man! Could it be that the girl was feeling attracted to the opposite sex?

"What am I thinking? Why am I so impatient for that shitty job?" mumbled Maydea, talking to herself. This is indeed his habit for a long time; since he was very small—may be the same age as PAUD. This has been getting worse since the death of Mother, and the peak after the father introduced his new wife. From then on, Maydea really felt she had no best interlocutors other than herself.

Maydea decided to keep a picture of her to the desk drawer while shaking off the strange feelings she had never felt before. Come on—ia can't possibly feel attracted to the figure in the photo, right?

Maydea shook her head, then picked up her warm suit in a small closet. That dress was her mother. Fortunately, Mayla left many useful items for her only daughter.

Maydea's been planning this since last night. Today, he wants to go enjoy the night at his favorite place; perhaps, he will also bring his acoustic guitar. It is fitting because the weather is supportive; and hopefully, gray clouds will not suddenly come to shed those bearers of hope.

If Maydea had been immune to all kinds of diseases, then the rains would have been a very pleasant thing. However, he had no one else to take care of him if he became ill. Raka also could not have that spare time.

"Cold!" maydea, suddenly. He looked at the sun half of which was already sinking in the horizon; for a moment, it made him feel warm.

"Low air temperatures make me lazy to take a shower" Maydea said. It was decided that he would not take a shower this afternoon.

...««« AUTHOR'S NOTES »»»...

Constantine who never thought this day would come. The day he had to sacrifice all the life he had for the freedom of his kingdom, his people, and a family that never even thought of his feelings. Even before this day came, he never knew that he had been pawned by the King of—his own father—who threw him into a state where he had to marry the Prince deformed and ugly that is hated by everyone.

Constantine, who knew how to take advantage of the situation, eventually made a deal with the Prince. Both are bound by a covert agreement.

What were Constantine and the Prince's plans? Will their story be based only on agreement, or will love be present between the two?

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She was a great female villain from the 21st century who had just died. Instead of living quietly in the Spirit Realm like other spirits, he had to swallow a bitter pill when the God of Justice said he had to reincarnate in order for his entire sin to be forgiven. Not just once, but many times; that meant, if he died, he would reincarnate again.

And now, fate seems to be playing tricks on him. While at a point of nothingness in his reincarnation adventure, he is struck by the presence of an unexpected task he must carry with a God named Justine; also about his true identity.

The main protagonist of the antagonist who is forced to reincarnate and accept his unwanted task ~ Is he able to do it? Where will destiny take him?

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...««« GOOD LUCK »»»...