Mirages
Memories

Mari and Mira are the same person. His past life was very hard. He only lives with his mother, even though he has other family members, namely an older brother and also a father.

However, the two people are like the real life Mari and her mother used to be.

Mari and her stepbrother's relationship is not good. Her brother often always robs the money from washing Mari's mother.

"Well, I'll take it. It's for me!" he said while counting sheet after sheet of sweat wages of his stepmother.

Let's stand up too. He tried to grab the money his brother was holding. However, the young man raised both his hands to be unattainable by the younger brother.

"Back, Brother!" squeak let's small while continuing to push his brother's body, and grabbing upwards.

"Surge!" The older brother pushed his little sister's body until she fell backward, with injured knees and elbows.

However, Mari did not stop to continue to reclaim the results of the sweat of the mother. He knew what would happen if the money disappeared. He and his mother will come back without dinner, because there is no money to buy rice and side dishes.

In fact, not infrequently he only got a side dish a pinch of salt, just to give a taste to the bland rice.

No one wants to feel sorry for their family. Everyone avoids Mari and her mother, because of the rumors that have been circulating about the mother's past, who knows who has spread it and since when.

All eyes seemed to look at his family with a look of disdain.

Little Mari again blocked the path of her brother, who increasingly walked away from her.

"Back the money, sister!" pekik Mari who is again trying to reach for money, which is still busy counted sheet by stepbrother.

"Whisper!" Let's just throw it away, until he was hollow and entangled with an ankle that had bent.

Let's get up, but he feels pain in the ankle. Looks like he's sprained. Mari wanted to chase after her brother, but the pain made her unable to run after the brother who was further away left her, until it disappeared at a crossroads.

The little girl was then sitting limp, seeing that the money had been lost along with the departure of the stepbrother.

"Mother," he mumbled.

Unknowingly, her tears were shed. However, little Mari immediately wiped it, and stood back up.

With a limped step to endure the pain, he returned to his original place, where his luggage was still lying there.

He carried the large parcel to the house, where the mother had been waiting for him to come home, hoping to bring the money from his sweat.

When he was in the doorway, his legs seemed heavy to step inside, until the mother realized his return, and immediately approached her daughter.

"Come, are you home? Why not come in?" ask the mother.

Let's just bow quietly. He did not dare to look at the face of the mother who would definitely be disappointed in him.

"Come, what's wrong with you?" ask the mother in a soft voice.

The woman scooped both cheeks of her daughter, and raised Mari's face, until the two clear eyes also looked at the mother with tears.

The mother furrowed her eyebrows together, looking at Mari's expression which was very different from when she left earlier.

"What's up, honey?" ask the mother again in a soft voice.

"Sister Erik …,"

"Sister Erik took our money earlier." cried Mari broke.

He hugged the mother, who was also made limp by the princess' speech.

"Oh my god, Erik. You're really outrageous" he murmured inwardly, stroking the top of his daughter's hair.

"Have ... already .. no papa. We can find it again tomorrow, right," said the mother trying to calm down.

"But what are we eating tonight, ma'am?" ask Mari who is still crying in the arms of the mother.

"We eat only noodles. Incidentally there is still one pack left" said the mother.

Let's stop the crying. His obedience was not to get tantrums from his mother, which he feared was that he and his mother would starve.

The next day, like the previous days, little Mari left school early in the morning before her peers began to arrive.

He did not want to meet them, because it would only be bulian material and target caci maki only.

Not infrequently, he was thrown with pebbles, with a rush of ridicule words they said.

Let's never cry a bit, in fact, he doesn't even care if he has to always get that kind of thing.

However, he did not want to make his mother worried because he came home with a body full of wounds, even until there is a direction.

Once, Mari came home with a shirt full of mud and dirt, as a result of being pelted by other children.

"Who did this?" ask the mother full of emotion.

"In ... Dika, Mom!" Little Mari was frightened to see her mother angry, even though she was not scolding Mari.

It was then that the mother went on a rampage, going to the neighbor's son who had done it to her.

Instead of apologizing, Mother Mari actually got scorn and insult. In fact, the other neighbors no one was willing to help, even more cornered the mother, as if she was the dirtiest woman who became a disgrace in that place.

Since watching the incident, little Mari tried hard so as not to get involved again with other children.

I don't know how long it's been, the predicate of a prostitute's son is attached to her. And because of that, little Mari became isolated, even not infrequently he was targeted by bullying his peers.

The only way he could avoid being bullied was to leave early, and go home early, or go home late by turning the road, so as not to meet them.

Let's include a strong child. She rarely cries, maybe never. Except when something happens to her mother, Mari will cry. Otherwise, even if he was severely injured, his face would still look flat and cold.

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This chapter until the next few chapters is a flashback of Mira's life in the past when she was still Mari ya. So don't be confused guys✌😁

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