My Heartbreak Stop At You
Chapters 94. Nobody knows

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POV Neo's

Since childhood I have been accustomed to the figure of Mother who is not comparable to a human named Father. Mother said that Opa great-grandfather and Opa Leo have more meaning than just the existence of Dad.

Day after day, I feel used to it. But when I was in class A, my friend named Brandon often bullied me. And unfortunately, the usually silent me became powerless to keep flinching.

I held out his face until the boy cried. Now how does it feel? Delicious right? But because of the cheers of my friends, the boy whose teeth were toothless grabbed me by the collar and hit me back.

Booms!

Although I managed to avoid it, but the insults that came out of Brandon's mouth actually became the deepest wound and imprint in the heart.

" Neo doesn't have a father! Neo doesn't have a father, hahahaha!"

It was so bad that I strangled the rancid boy to the point of having trouble breathing. But the obstruction of the principal's hand made me retreat.

Mom finally decided to move to another city for the peace of life. I don't know how many times you've always been like this. Juwi ma'am was witness, women who have an older age than my mother that has always had an important role in my growth.

My new school is very comfortable. Although some of his students were wearing shoes that I believe came from a flea. Alias. Duller. Old fashioned.

This new place is famous for its industry. More factories than people's homes. So it's only natural that the school is mixed. But it's not all about me. I'm afraid because there's no student whose mouth is as brazen as Brandon's.

Long story short, everything that happens now feels normal. Friendly teacher, great friends. It all feels so perfect.

Until the moment I met a handsome man on the anniversary of Father's day at school. Recently I learned that the man turned out to be a Donor, who often and never failed to provide help and delicious food to our school.

He is kind, cool and understands a lot about children. And most importantly, he is handsome. Moreover, the man I now call handsome uncle also likes the superhero the Avengers. Yeah!

It all feels good. That man was invited by Mom to dinner at my request. Yeah, it's kind of weird. Because I was uncomfortable when my uncle came. Maybe groggy.

We were getting closer and we even ate out together. As soon as I thought, is this what it's like to have a father? It's so nice when that handsome uncle becomes my father. Huh, if that were to happen

But all of those things I have to bury deeply, because Opa even said that Om Edwin who was naughty to be my contact father.

Very-very bad!

Edwin is not evil. He's also very nice. But I don't know why I don't like it when mom gets married to that guy.

Although I don't really understand the definition of father, but clearly Mother will be married to Om Edwin.

Wh why?

Why did Opa, Oma and everyone decide at will without involving me? Is it because I'm a child? But am I not also a mother's son? People who should have the same right to comment.

I was disappointed, angry and wailing. I hated that day. The day Mom and Om Edwin will ask. At the same time, why does a handsome uncle never appear. I need it so much, even so much.

I waited for aunty Melodi off guard. Sitting in the front row watching your own wedding is really not as exciting as watching Batman. But Aunt Eva who was busy with her son made my escape plan go smoothly.

I darted out after sneaking a soft selection of Hedon-sungled mothers who knew who it was. I called out to a line of adults who smelled perfume even to the point of making me almost drunk. Really shit.

I intend to meet handsome uncle. I'm upset with Mom. Why don't you mind me? Why does everyone always act as they please.

But I forgot I was just a kid. I who managed to escape to the highway finally confused where to go. Not knowing the address let alone the name of the company handsome Uncle is clearly a bad combination.

Slightly regret the impulsiveness of yourself why not bring money. The simple sounds of the horn confused me more and more. I felt more nauseous, dizzy and trembling from inhaling too much gasoline. I then walked to follow instinct, hoping to find a vehicle that would be kind enough to transport me. But instead of getting help, a loud scream that ends in a screech from someone's mouth actually makes me shocked.

I saw the vehicle circling my body without pause. Not infrequently, there are even those who say dirty words to me. I was confused, scared and panicked. And when I was about to step.

BRACKET!

I felt something heavy hit my body. I was like teleporting to another world that second as well. And a moment later, my eyes became dark.

I was unconscious.

And strangely enough, when I made my eyes, I really was somewhere else with my painful hands. Why these? Why is there an infusion stuck in the back of my hand? My mouth feels bitter, my whole body is also linu.

I remember the last time I realized my mission was to see my handsome uncle. I kept shouting, rebelling, doing everything I could to get everyone to obey me. I need a handsome Uncle. Really need.

A few moments later, I felt very sleepy. I feel like I'm losing my conscious power again. Did someone make me faint on purpose?

A few hours later, I woke up with eyes so sticky. As if it was not strong to wake up. I didn't see my mother beside me either.

Only Mbak Juwi appeared sleepy and finally asked aunty Melodi to rest.

" Eat up Neo. Mom's meeting a handsome uncle. He said you wanted to meet. So you need to be healthy!"

Hearing Aunty say such joyous things, I was immediately excited to open my mouth even though it actually felt very bland.

But until the sun was over her head, she did not return. I was like being dragged by something that made my eyes sticky after being given an injection by the pretty-faced nurse earlier.

And some time later precisely in the afternoon, the sound of a soft sobbing disturbed my sleep. Who is it, why disturb the sleep of a child anyway?

I almost screamed while glancing at the handsome uncle standing near my bed. But I decided to close my eyes back quickly, when Uncle and Mother stood so close to the position of the face that if not mistaken increasingly not far apart.

Either real or dreamy, but I was so happy to see Mom and Uncle there.

Is this what we call family? If it's a dream, then I don't want to wake up right away.

~Neo