MUSE
S5 ~ HURTS, MA!
S5 MUSE
EPISODE 4
S5 \~ HURTS, MA!
\~Lucas have dark brown eyes that are so deep. I seemed to be drugged by her charm, drowning me in the beauty of her irises. For a moment my brain froze, I fell silent.\~
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AUTHOR POV
How can that money be lost?
Fransisca slipped into her son's room. The clock still shows at 4am when he returns home. He looked at Bella's face for a while before finally stroking her hair.
“And I was so grateful when you were born! Why do I pray now that I never gave birth to you!” he said slowly, he did not want Bella to wake up because of her voice.
Fransisca observed the face of her beautiful daughter, Bella very similar to her when she was young. She took a deep breath, if she had never met her late husband and gave birth to Bella, of course, her body is still good. Still beautiful and there is not a single stretch mark on the surface of her skin.
Fransisca was getting frustrated, he began to dream and returned addicted in the cradle of alcohol. For a few days, no man has paid for his services. They prefer women who are much younger, beautiful, with makeup and much more fashionable clothes.
“Pinjami Mama little money, Bel!” Fransiska got up from the edge of the bed and picked up a long purse lying on the nightstand.
Fransisca screeched when she found no money in her son's wallet. Just a few pieces of ten thousand coins and also coins.
Goddamnit! Every day work has no results! Fransisca in the Heart.
However, suddenly the corner of his eye caught the tip of a debit card tucked behind a family photo. Fransisca grinned happily, with her fingers adorned with pretty nails she pulled the card out.
“Mama promises to return it after getting money, Bel!” fransisca whispered near Bella's ear and then kissed her forehead. Bella just leaned slowly and twisted her body, looking for a more comfortable sleeping position.
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The afternoon when Bella was circling the streets to scavenge sustenance. Fransisca just woke up and ate her breakfast. His head is dizzy because the pheasant taste has not completely disappeared. His face looked lethargic and continued to wrinkle furiously because the food was already cold.
Instantly the look on his lesion changed when he remembered the debit card belonging to his daughter. Fransisca immediately rushed to take a shower, dressed in moderation and rushed to go shopping.
Hopefully there is still enough money for skin care as well, he thought happily.
Fransisca stopped at an ATM machine, inserted her card and PIN number. It is not difficult to guess the PIN Bella, the child always wears the date of birth of her late husband. Bella did not want the slightest memory of her father so imprinted in her heart to disappear. He will try to remember each of these memories, one of them by always using his father's date of birth for a PIN number.
“Ck, stupid girl,” - decak Fransisca when it turns out her PIN is not wrong - “but thanks to your stupidity, Mama can easily borrow your money.”
Fransisca was wide-eyed when she found out the contents of the balance in Bella's account, 15 million so, it turned out that her son was quite fond of saving. Fransisca smiled with satisfaction, she took an even 15 million and left her odd for Bella. Though 10 million money does not belong to Bella, and 5 million money is the money that Bella saved, for the entrance exam fee to college this year.
“Mama will return your money soon, Ok!” Fransisca monologues with an ATM machine, she rushes to put the money in her tote bag and passes away. Head to the salon and some nearby boutiques. Spending all his daughter's hard-earned money, full of sweat and struggle.
— MUSE S5 —
BELLA POVS
Why is the balance in my account gone? Did mom take my ATM card? Does he know his PIN? Why didn't he tell me he needed money?
How'this?
I don't even dare look Lucas in the face right now. He must have thought of me as a servant or even a thief. But I really don't use the money. Not only the money, even the money I collected for college fees disappeared.
“You want to pay by what means?” Lucas whispered behind my ear because I never answered his question.
“Sorry.” I lifted my face, made our eyes meet, I never thought Lucas had such deep dark brown eyes. I seemed to be drugged by her charm, drowning me in the beauty of her irises. For a moment my brain froze, I fell silent.
“Ella?” Lucas shook his palm in front of my face. Ah, my goodness, shame I got caught daydreaming because I was fascinated by her.
“Ah, sorry.”
“What is no other word than sorry?” Lucas snorted rudely, seemingly not liking my apology.
“Sorry.” I was reckless to say that word again because it was only that word that could imply regret in my heart at this moment.
Huh ...! I should have been able to keep the money, I should have hidden it in a safer place.
“Already.”
“I'll definitely return your money, sir. I'll take a tasting. I'm sorry, you may consider me a liar or a thief. But I really don't use the money.”
“I believe you, Ella,” her words are short, yet able to make my heart improve.
“Really?”
“Yes, but you still have to pay for it. I need that money.”
“Sure, of course Mr.” Nod me with a mantab.
“Stop calling me Sir, Ella. Call me Lucas, I have a name.”
“Good, Mr. Lucas.”
“Without frills ‘Tuan’!” sebal. Makes me smile seeing his face.
“Why smile.”
“You look handsome when mar ..., ups!” I hurried to shut my messed up mouth.
The belaciaquin!! You are really shameless, instead praising a blatant man like this!
“You are also beautiful, what else when you smile, Ella.” Lucas complimented me, warmed my face.
“Ah, it's night. I have to hurry home, Lucas.” I clumsily got up, took my jacket and my bag.
“Away home?”
“Iya, sorry yes, once again I'm sorry. I will definitely pay for it soon.” I bowed my body to him.
“Hei! Where is your home?”
“Why?” my many.
“Jaga-kapan so you don't run away,” he replied.
It makes sense too. I looked for a pen and paper, wrote down my home address and gave it to him.
“This is my address, I will not run away. I must have exchanged the money.”
“Good.”
“I go home yes.”
“Cautious.”
“You too.”
I rushed out of the cafe, riding on my proud old matic motorbike, the only relic of papa still left.
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Inside the house, my mother was busy unpacking her groceries. Sexy dress-dress with various sparkly scattered materials. There are shoes, bags, and some make up. I immediately nodded in disbelief. So is it true that mom spends my money? For all this? For these useless things?
“MA!!” I made him look.
“Wah, my beautiful son is home.” My mother got up to approach me.
“Mama shop all this with my savings?” ask me with a high note.
“Mama just borrowed it, Mama will be back soonin,” the answer is light. Don't you know that 10 million isn't my money?
“Ma!!” I was furious, wanted to be angry but mama focused more on the groceries in front of her.
“See this, Bel!! Beautiful isn't? Must look sexy on Mama's body. Do you want to wear it too?” Mama got up, thrusting a red sparkly shirt.
“Ma!! It's not just Bella's money!! That's someone else's money.” I shook off his hands that were taking off the clothes in front of my body.
“Cerewet really?!” My mom pushed me back to fall.
“That's also the money that Bella kumpulin for school!” my yelling.
“Ngapain school?!! My mom has told me! It's no use! Most graduates can only be ordinary employees like your Papa! After that die continue to owe a lot!” My mother approached me, screaming near my face.
“Papa did it also for us, Ma. Let us have a house, let us not overheat, not rain,” isakku.
Who would have thought that Papa would leave so soon? Who would have thought that he would die from a work accident while reviewing the project? If he had not died, he would have also been responsible for his family's life.
“Omong empty, Bell!! No need to bring up the past! In fact, we still live suffering and in short supply!” Mama grabbed my hair until my head pulled back.
“Ach ..., pain Ma, pain!!” I cried out for forgiveness.
“Just finish your school! Come to work, who knows if there are rich people who want to buy you. Don't give me 15 million! If you can get him a house, jewelry, luxury, everything you can get.”
“Mama told me to self-destruct???” I was wide-eyed, what kind of mother would sell her child? Is he crazy?
“Ck, instead of you giving your virginity to your boyfriend who has nothing? Don't repeat the bad luck of Mama in your life.” My mother took her hand out of my hair. Walk back to the side of the guest table, pick up a cigarette and ignite it.
“Why, Ma? Why have you changed? Why do you hate Bella now?” I started sobbing, she used to be a gentle and understanding woman.
“SEE US BELLA!! See how we are?!! What do you think I'm feeding you?? What did I raise you with??? With the result I opened my thighs, letting the b*jantans touch it!! Shout and give false satisfaction!!” Mama kept getting angry, she screamed like crazy, channeling all the uneg-uneg in her heart.
“Now I am old!! No one wants to touch me!! So what should our lives be? Tell me?? Tell me if you have a better solution???” Mama was blowing cigarette smoke in front of my face, making me cough with tightness.
“Hiks .., I can make a living for us,”.
“Oh, huh?? By what? Courier delivery service? What makes your skin black under the hot sun?? Which income with his hard work is not comparable?” Mama lifted her body and looked at me with nanar.
“At least it's halal money!!” I cried, tears flooded my face. Throw away all the tightness in the overflowing chest.
“DO NOT TALK ABOUT HARAM AND HALAL!! I RAISED YOU WITH THAT MONEY!! Wh why?? Spit out all the food you eat if it's illegal for you!!” Mama yelled, then kicked me, knocking my tiny body down until my head hit the floor.
“Hiks ...,”
“I gave birth to you, took care of you, raised you, and this is your reply?” Mom put out her cigarette and sat on the couch. Eyes glazed.
“Sorry, Bella, Ma. Sorry.” I realized very well how the struggle of Mama raising me as a single parent is not easy. What else in this age with the cruel state of the big city lately.
Mama was kicked out of her home for getting pregnant with papa. She chose to live happily with her husband instead of obeying her parents to abort me. Now that he seems to regret it, it seems like he hates me because I was born in this world and instead became a burden for his life.
“Already!! Mama is leaving! What you eat whatever! Eat with your halal money!” Mom got up and went into her room.
I still fell down and cried. My head still hurts from the floor. Looks like it's gonna bruise and bump. I have to apply the ointment or tomorrow it will swell.
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I walked slowly to a mini market. Buy an instant noodle and also a bottle of cold tea ready to drink. I asked the mini market attendant to cook the noodles.
While waiting for the noodles to mature I walked towards the park bench next to the mini market. Sitting alone in the part of the park that looks the quietest. Fortunately, the park is not very crowded at night. I hesitated as people looked at my chaotic face from crying.
I opened the cup of instant noodles, stirring them several times before eating the contents. Eat it while crying.
There's nothing I can eat but noodles at the moment. I had to collect back rupiah for rupiah to pay my debt to Lucas, as well as my school money that had disappeared.
“Ah, why her tears won't stop.” I wiped back the tears that fell like a waterfall.
The smell of delicious noodles still cannot arouse my appetite at this time. I'm just twirling the noodles in it until it expands. I only ate a few mouthfuls before a voice surprised me.
Triings ... 🎶
The sound of a call rang out, I quickly reached into the pocket of the hoodie jacket to grab the phone.
Lucas is calling ...
Deg ...
What else is this God?
Why did he call me?
Does he need the money back?
Didn't he say he would give me time?
“Ha—halo,” my sap.
“Why do you have a voice? You're crying?” ask from the opposite end.
“Not really,” my rebuttal.
“Did anyone hurt you?” he asked again, making me wonder, why is this man so attentive to me?
“No,” I replied.
“Are you okay, Ella?” Lucas' question made my tongue muddy, I shed my tears again.
“I-iya, I'm fine.” After breathing out I answered her question.
“I know you're not okay.”
I was stunned, his voice getting closer until it finally echoed beside me. My phone dropped as soon as I saw a shadow of him standing behind me.
Since when was he there? Since when did he see me in this state?
“Lu—Lucas ...,” description.
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