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Pov Delisa's

Hi I'm Delisa Pratama, my age is said to be young. But at the age of 19, my life suffered so much, so much.

Five years ago ...

I was born to both of my parents who were so perfect even when I was born in the world even my parents were so in love and affectionate to me that even money of immeasurable value belonged to my Father that's nothing compared to me hehehe ... Oh yes, I am the first child of my Father Pratama Thunder and my great Mother Dewi Alindalisa, they are both my parents who are very great and very meaningful to me because I was born from the fruit of their love both.

My world crumbled when my mother left me to go forever when I grew up at 14 years old. Living in a luxurious house was very quiet and even felt empty very, very gurgling in my body if there was no more Mother beside me. I wept incessantly every night longing for my Mother, and I could only pray that my Mother would be placed in a glorious place by His side, Amen.

I'm surprised, lately my father since I left after four months he never cared about me again? In fact, the money that was given to me every month was often reduced in number, if I protested then my father would grumble with reason like paying the homeworkers, for school fees, it was, and there are many more reasons.

Though my father has a famous company in Jakarta, strange right? doesn't make any sense at all, was my dad cursed by a aunt out there? because my father at the age of four heads he is still quite handsome and his good looks like a teenager in his 20s.

It turns out that my estimate was correct. After a month later my father brought a woman into the house who turned out to be my future stepmother, Rosa Mahendra. I cried so terribly, my heart ached and hurt when my father said he would marry her in two weeks, did Dad not love Mom anymore?, I thought.

Long story short, When my Father married Mother Rosa, I was so abandoned by them even my Father did not care about my presence. I was treated badly by Rosa's mother, but I didn't care because I thought of her as an invisible ghost hahaha ... because his face is like a ghost with makeup that menor like a ghost wandering in an empty house.

Four years later my father fell ill with symptoms of mild stroke, he used a wheelchair, talking even though my father was still a pelo or rather had begun to be difficult to talk. I took care of my father wholeheartedly not with my stepmother, every day just squandered money whose work was just shopping, eating and sleeping.

After my father was declared disabled, my stepmother did not care about me and my father anymore, she was just busy with her own world. I just looked at my father's face filled with regret. I held Dad's shoulder with a sweet smile, and then I hugged him while whispering in his ear "I love Daddy! Whatever happens, Delisa will stay with you, Dad,". Dad looked at me then returned my embrace, Warm ! That's how I felt maybe Dad felt too.

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Plattakk....

Slrakskkk....

Brugh....

"AYAHHHHHHH" said I screamed when I came home from school to see with my own eyes my father was pushed by my stepmother until dazed in the courtyard of the house.

"Miss let me help" said Mang Endang as he ran and lifted my father into the car to the nearest hospital. Mang Endang is a security guard at home, he has worked with my father for a long time probably when I was not born in this world.

My father was pronounced dead after the incident, I cried bitterly, I don't seem to need this world, I want to go with my father and mother there. I have no one here but Mang Endang and Mother Romlah whom I have known since I was born because they made me strong to live after my parents, they were my confiding place from my childhood until now.

My head was throbbing pain, I was dizzy when my stepmother asked me to leave my own house. I'm a little annoyed is not this the house that my father and mother left for me later?, I jolted to see the deed of ownership of the house has indeed been diverted into the name Rosa Mahendra. My heart throbbed a little because my father signed on the stamp. I'm upset with Dad but what can I do? Rice has become porridge.

I am determined to continue my life in West Java precisely in the Bandung area. I say goodbye to Mang Endang and Mother Romlah, it seems that they are also very hard to leave me, and on the contrary I will also miss them, too, as well as his home that so many memories are stored from birth until now.

I smiled and waved to them, and my life began to mature prematurely. I sincerely live this all because maybe God has outlined the destiny for us as humans to want to feel good or not that important we try, he said, because God never gives tests to his servants at the limits of his abilities.

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