My One Billion Girl
Chapter 1 Shabby

Rasya, she is a beautiful and kind innocent girl, her existence as if not considered. In vain by his own family, from childhood he did not get justice from the family, for whatever reason so he was hated.

Rasya grew up in a modest family with the head of a family named Muhidin and his wife named Karsih. He has three girls and one boy.

The third daughter is Rasya, the other school until the graduation of High School equals. While Rasya only graduated from Elementary School, with free reasons for various reasons, his parents deliberately did not continue Rasa school. Even though in school, Rasya's attitude was ordinary, normal to blend in with friends. Easy to get along and pinter is also diligent.

He does all the housework. Like a maid and her daily life is often exposed, nagging from almost all family members.

Muhidin was a village official, with various side jobs. Because if only rely on village salaries that are not enough for all family needs.

Ms. Karsih, in addition to the cadre mother, she also went through small businesses such as clothing and food stores, which are managed now with their two favorite daughters named Vera and Murni.

Rasya is now 19 years old. He only works at home, stalls. The market is his daily activities, as it is today, from the morning blind he was already struggling in the kitchen. Making breakfast, ironing clothes for family members activities this morning.

Rasya wiped the sweat on his brow that splashed. Jump over there jump in here, make breakfast. Behind ironing. "Nh ..." He took a very long breath.

"The real work, it's my shirt ironing neat, be careful if it's still tangled. If it is still tangled, I will not hesitate to iron your ugly face," threatened Murni while foot barges.

"Astagfirullah .. Yes Brother," said Rasya very scared.

"My clothes too, should be slippery. If not I punish you, in the bathroom all day," said Vera with a very sharp look and rested hands.

"What's the morning of the storm? where's breakfast? Rasya, prepare your breakfast. The chunky!" sergah pak Muhidin's.

"Y-yes, just a second." Replied Rasya lowered his head while finishing the ironing of Pure clothes.

"Snap?" Sergei pak Muhidin while slightly pounding the table. Making Rasya surprised his heart almost jumped.

"I-iya-iya, I'll get it." Rasya hurried to prepare breakfast for his father. Then serve the dishes at the table arranged neatly, dishes. Glasses, everything is well arranged on the table.

Mr. Muhidin and his three children ate breakfast very greedily. Followed by bu Karsih who already look menor, while Rasya continued nyetrika.

Sometimes even breakfast Rasya likes to run out. Cook a lot, but somehow when Rasya want the most breakfast left rice alone. While the side dishes have run out, if you want to cook again like scolded bu Karsih with the reason for later afternoon.

So sometimes if there is a time Rasya precede eating or stealing food, but if caught. Rasya will be furious even tortured not fed all day.

"What a pity your fate Rasya ..." Inner Rasya, the nether eyes looked at the people who were having breakfast. He swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat.

Finished breakfast, Pure grabbed his shirt from the ironing table. Likewise Vera took his clothes, followed by the Sukma school suit which idly stepped on Rasya's feet.

"Aw, pain ..." Rasya lifted and held the feet precisely the fingers that felt hot. His eyes were watery.

"Ala .. h spoiled," said Sukma without the slightest guilt.

Mr. Muhidin and his wife left the dining table. Mr. Muhidin went into his room, because he was not ready to go to work in the village.

"Rasya, do not forget a little afternoon to the cake ingredients shopping market, continue to be made quickly. Then drive to the store. Don't be so late!" Ketus bu Karsih while looking out of the house.

Rasya nodded, turning his head to the dining table which was only rice, sambal and fried tofu. "Still mending there's leftovers too, rather than nothing at all." He murmured in his heart.

"Woe ... Eat, work used to be done," said Sukma who passed nearby and snatched the fried tofu who lived on that one.

Rasya could only dumbfounded and swallow his saliva. "Yes, Allah .." His heart wept.

Sometimes in his mind, is it true that his family is genuine? long ago when there was a mother named Karsih Lala, young people who pay attention and love Rasya. But for several years he died. There was no place to complain about Rasya, except the almighty.

Rasya's performance that I always messed up. Shabby, dark skin without treatment. Clothes were not as good as other family members, even a year rarely bought clothes. Though the mother sells clothes, unlike her other daughters, always good and follow the times. Unless there's clothes that haven't sold in years. He was given to Rasya.

"God ... My clothes made for the party, clean laundry and a slippery iron. Don't forget" said Vera, who was preparing to go to the store.

Rasya nodded slowly and gave a quick glance, then he focused on his breakfast.

"Heh .. crazy boy, listen no?" Hardik Vera while pulling a little Rasya hair.

Rasya grinned in pain, holding his head while glaring. "I'm not crazy. And I heard it," Rasya replied staring intently at Vera.

"Indeed you're crazy, why protest? Look at your cute, black look. There is no pulling," continued Vera whizzing.

Then Vera left, leaving Rasya who was eating. Come Pure with her beautiful appearance, crossing Rasya.

Purely stop his steps, standing near Rasya. "Heh, are my shoes washing? and watch until it breaks, don't brush it wrong." Her grunts.

"Yes, Brother." Rasya nodded slowly.

"Good." Purely left the place.

After eating, Rasya cleaned up the table. Washing furniture, former eating etc.

At 08.00 wib. Everyone is not home, Rasya lives alone at home. With all the activities, wash the furniture. Wash clothes belonging to all family members.

Run, Nyuci. House beres. Then to the market, shopping to make cakes. Continue to make it yourself, when it is mature, delivered to the store. Rasya's daily life.

Now Rasya is cooking for lunch. All the housework, all the Rasha take care of, while the others lack her thanks to Rasya.

Rasya was always put aside, ostracized and denigrated. In her own family, Rasya is sincere with everything that exists. Hopefully one day his presence will mean for this family.

Anger, often overriding the heart. If you are really angry, Rasya often also ruffled his own hair very frustrated. The neighbors did not respond, as if they did not want to know the poor state of Rasya. 

And they always feel disinclined to Mr. Muhidin. Moreover, the family of Mr. Muhidin always said that Rasya was Anka who had a disorder, so they did not respect the fate of Rasya.

One day, Rasya ironed Vera's clothes. But because of too much work, so he was negligent with the clothes he was ironing and favorite clothes belonging to Vera bolong ....

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