Me And My Step Brothers
Arnold

Arnold POV

My name is Arnold Holland and the woman sitting next to me is Dewa Ayu Aldista Putri. The woman who would become my half-sister when my mother was legitimately the wife of Aldista's biological father.

To be honest, my mother and father have known each other for a long time.

They were lovers before my mother married my father and they chose to continue their lives.

To be honest, after they each became a single parent, they have re-established a relationship. They even decided to get married. But maybe the word disagree came from me.

Because I know, when my mother married Aldista's father, then our relationship could only be united in a relationship called brother, nothing more.

However, when I found out that Aldista already had a lover, I was desperate. I'm sorry I was late. If I had come and known her sooner, maybe her lover would have been me and not a man even 10 years older than the girl I love.

I knew him before he met his girlfriend.

Precisely.., when the first time my family who was initially on the clouds fell, fell down to the burrow.

Classic indeed.

Or maybe I am exaggerating?

No. gabe.

The business that my father pioneered fell. Wh why? My father was an honest man. My father is also a person who always holds the hands of people without distinguishing who is also from which people.

Like calm sea water it hid the heat of the sea mountain in it.

The one who seemed to like my father, flattering him - even praising him - was hiding envy in it. The man who believed in my father stabbed my father. No longer from behind, but blatantly stated that he betrayed my father.

The former personal assistant of my father moved to a rival company along with the father's defeat in the big tender.

My father's project leaked out before it was even announced.

Which led to my father being considered to be imitating a project from a rival company.

And maybe because of the pain of betrayal, my father's body was burdened.

He always covered up his pain so I wouldn't know if he was suffering. Trying to get treatment from the morning long before I wake up and go home when I've been lulled into a dream. Apparently, in order to cover up if my father suffered, he was always reluctant to open the hospital and chose early in the morning to go to the hospital, injecting fluids that made him suffer more.

Makes my father always vomit some even all the contents of his stomach. And after the reaction of the medicine is exhausted. Dad came back home, showed him he was okay. He is good at pretending to be healthy - with a smile and his clothes all covered.

In fact, his body was consumed by his pain and I never realized it because it was always concerned with my ego - which requires them to give their love to me, which requires them to know if at that time I felt lonely.

No wonder, right? People who call themselves friends when I'm on top seem to be lost like they were swallowed by the earth when I fell. The one who always follows me where I go who always says if he loves me for who I am, blatantly shows his true nature, his real face that looks disgusted to me.

I feel the pain. But who would have thought my father would suffer more? My father was the one who needed more support when he was sick.

I still remember a memory that I always regret.

Fighting is like daily food because it is angry with people who claim to be friends.

And.e..,

I hurt my own father because of what I said.

At that time, for the first time my father was at home while I was still awake.

My father asked me to spend time together for the first time.

I angrily refused it. Burning it.

Said he was a parent who never existed when his son felt the pain of loneliness.

Who never gave love to his own son.

Though...

At that time, I was the one who did not understand my father's suffering.

My father chose to suffer alone - so I wouldn't grieve and I would abuse him instead.

I am the one who cannot feel my own love for me.

I'm the one who doesn't know if he feels lonely, too.

Struggling in his own pain - only with my mother.

There was no me-child, no extended family, because at that time the extended family was focusing on the birth of their first grandchild. I heard that sister-in-law had a critical period because she forced the birth of her three children with normal birth.

And for the first time I saw; my father's face, always filled with smiles, seemed to hurt when I cursed him.

I realized the weirdness because my mother was always with my father - not on his side when my father asked me to spend time together.

But I didn't realize that my mother meant that I would have the last time with my own father.

The day after Dad asked for time with me - Dad was gone.

With trembling hands, I undressed the clothes that always covered her body. I almost sat down limp when I saw; my father's body, which usually looked fat, was usually healthy with muscles that he was always proud of - like a bone wrapped in skin when he was gone.

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