My Maid, Lara!
Tyrannical Dreams.

Lara opened her eyes slowly. The bias of the sun feels glare, he closed it back to neutralize the cornea of his eye. And open up slowly.

There was a mother smiling. She's dreaming? turning his eyes to his small blackened wooden-walled room with a worn-out plywood cabinet that had been hollowed out of the storage of their old clothes.

The glass syringe lamp was attached to the wall by leaving a mark of soot on the top.

Oh Lara was right in her home in her birthplace.

Shaping his body and face into a cameo that was loved by a teenager from the opposite island.

And it turned out to be just a dream.

Yeah! Lara thinks everything that happens is a dream that she does not want to see and remember again.

Here is the place to continue living.

There is sunlight that still faithfully gives light to accompany them plowing in a small village planted with a little vegetables and seeds waiting to be sown in a moist landlady to provide life for those who dreaming simplicity.

His mother got up to the window and opened a wooden leafy window that spread light and the bad luck of the warm wind to the face of Lara Bangkit and headed towards the kitchen tailing the mother who wanted to prepare breakfast.

"Oh, Snail!!!" Pekik Lara was excited when she saw her favorite food was abandoned on a short wooden table as high as fifty inches meters without a carved chair.

Lara sat down and started scooping the rice from her plate bamboo basket and scooping the sambal snail and vegetable ferns of coconut milk sauce and began to eat with a delicious whipped crackle.

His mother stared back with tears in her eyes.

Aada what with his son looked pale and exhausted, Just carrying the mukena and prayer cloth he used to bring to the city. Taking a trip that was very far away it came alone and fainted at the door of his house.

The wise old man didn't want to ask Lara what. Is it true as Aini said over the phone that Lara is divorced from Aswin.

Where's Aswin's husband?

And why does Lara seem to not remember what her life in the city is all about?

Many questions were eventually swallowed by the mother herself.

Lara finished eating and felt full.

" Just put the plate down, son, and go to the room, you really look tired." The mother said when she saw Lara about to lift her dirty plate behind an old well with a pulley towed by a rope.

Lara just nodded slowly. And walked over to his little room.

Suddenly he felt his chest throb. Lara felt both her chest wrapped in a long thin cloth, and was more surprised to open her clothes in a hurry.

And try to open the milk barrier to stop out and do not melt on the way.

Lara had read the Best seller in the world entitled "Pink Cherry" by Pearls Buck, the work of Buck, The main character, a Japanese woman, leaves her British husband and has just given birth to a baby. And when they parted, leaving her child who was still red, the woman tied her chest so that her ASI would not come out. And now Lara feels that Rondezvous is repeated again like a long slide in the thick of her mind that begins to feel dazed.

How surprised he was when he saw both************* that looked swollen and very sick. Does he have a new born child?

Lara grimaced with heart pain and her heart felt sore beyond her two breasts that swelled like pus-containing boils.

His heart felt a throbbing pulse.

He was not dreaming or had just risen from the dead.

It's real! She has two-month-old twins. They are very weak and underweight.

Lara had left them far away at the tip of the Indonesian island.

And the poor boy's father was further away. Go into the forest looking for fortune for his son and Lara.

Oh Wrong! Not for himself but for Cheryl!

The woman in the picture who slept with poor baby's father. Zacs! Lara remembers back!

And his mother named Ambarwati who had driven him gently from the apartment and at the same time the man named Zac.

Devon is very good. He has two poor nephews.

Oho! His sons are Hillary and Leon. What a strange name.

Hill means :Bukit and Lary: Yes run!

Run kebukit. Like him who is now at home on the hillside. Lara said with a smile like a memory loss person.

And Leon, isn't Leon a lion and a figure synonymous with cruel-hearted men.

Leonidas!

"I don't want my son to be cruel like you, Zac! My son shouldn't be given that ugly name, Zac!" His strangler arrived very hard and grabbed his own hair.

And clawed his face and his whole body with a look of disdain.

"I hate my body! Motherkk I hate this filthy body" Pekkiknya hard.

Lara lunged towards the wooden door and hit her head on a small room door made of hard wood

The terrified mother screamed in the way of Lara's self-harming behavior until her head was bleeding.

"Well! Stop, Son, Awake Son! " The old woman screamed in fear.

"Mr Biiiin!" The old woman screamed while hugging Lara's flustered body while calling out to their neighbor whose house was a bit close.

A house far away makes it difficult to find help.

Mr Bin! Parobaya man who lives with his wife and a grandson who is still sitting in the elementary school came shabby black clothes carrying his hoe that is still attached to the boat trying to help Lara who was about to hit her head wallop.

With a single jolt the dashing old farmer pulled Lara's hand out of the basket and forcefully sank Lara's body until Lara gave up fatigue.

His eyes were clouded and drowned in darkness.

Warsini's mother cried as she watched the state of the princess who was fainting while covering Lara's body that felt cold.

The woman could feel the burden of Lara unspoken by the word. Warsini's mother put herself down and stroked her poor son's fine hair.

"Sleep son, the day starts the night as you used to come in the opening and now the same thing happens You come in Mother's arms full of openings." The old mother whispered with melted tears on her cheeks that began to wrinkle.

Lara's mother never dreamed and aspired for Lara to marry a wealthy businessman such as Aswin or Zac. With a pretty face Lara was afraid to accept all the hints of the men who valued her. Because Warsini knew Lara was very afraid of fate like her.

The invitation and invitation to come to the wedding of Lara and Aswin that once arrived Warsini was not happy at all.

The old woman was afraid that something would happen to her daughter. While others praised the rich Aswin with pride, Lara's mother instead had a bad feeling about Aswin trying to be kind to her and to the relatives Lara invited to her house.

Warsini's dream is just one.

He wants Lara to marry one of the young men from the village next door and plough a plot of land in the village, harvest the results together surrounded by his grandchildren in his old days.

He never thought of getting rich and living with his daughter-in-law.

The woman still keeps all the money Aswin and Zac gave in the back crate of the house and will be sent by Lara back when all the circumstances are calm.

And Lara must have returned the money of the cruel tyrants who had tortured her tender and noble daughter.

A month ago Ibu Warsini had reported to Mr. Lurah's son named Sadly that the transfer on behalf of Zachary be stopped! the yellow color. And Ibu Warsini also does not like to receive all the help from the government who in his name as a citizen is not able. He was used to living by relying on the results of his sweat and the dexterity of his hands.

For him living in poverty and simple life is easier than the sadness of losing self-esteem as experienced by his daughter Lara sa'at.