My One Billion Girl
Chapter 2 Falling

Vera was furious when she found out her favorite dress was hollow. Rasya repeatedly apologized, until prostrating. But Vera's anger is growing.

Vera's hand was yellowing Rasya's hair which was shrieking in pain. "Based on crazy women, stupid, work is not that bad. You know, it's an expensive dress from my lover." Screeches of Vera's wrath on Rasya. Witnessed by other family members.

"Even brother, I was accidentally Brother, unintentionally," Rasya's voice paled, on his cheeks flowing a circle of tears. Resisting the pain in his head.

"What did you say, geez? you useless son." Vera pushed Rasya's head very roughly.

Rasya squirms on the floor crying, his hair becoming disheveled. Not only the headache he felt but also the pain in his chest, the pain because no one defended him.

Rasya sat down crying. No one was on his side, everyone left the place.

In the end, Rasha. Stand up to clear up the pending work. He rubbed his wet cheeks, crying a scream would be useless. Everyone doesn't care at all.

When the time has shown the afternoon. Rasya cooks for dinner. Before he prepared it at the table, he hurriedly took it for himself to eat. Because if it does not precede it will not be part.

"Actually who am I? gini, how much is my fate?" inner Rasya ended with a bitter smile on his lips.

With eyes constantly moving looking towards the door. Rasya ate in a hurry, afraid of the will of the people of the house.

"Rashiah? bring me a drink to the room." Pekik Vera's.

"Yes, Brother." Rasya hurriedly finished his meal with great difficulty. It is difficult to swallow.

Hurriedly fetching water for Vera and quickly brought her to the room.

"Lelet very much anyway? on the call from earlier as well," snorted Vera while busy with her phone screen.

Rasya kept it at the table, and immediately left it. Just three steps. Vera again screeched, making Rasya's steps stop.

"Rasya, not the water I asked for. But juice, don't you hear what? got those ears in pairs well, you stupid kid. It was told not to be true."

Vera's words were lacking in heart, enough Rasya swallowed although painful. "But I didn't say that, sister."

"A ... h, just your excuse. Change again, don't wear long thirsty." Obviously Vera snapped slightly, with round eyes.

"Yes, Brother." Rasya wants to take the glass from the table to bring it back. But his feet hit Vera's feet, making Rasya fall.

It definitely made Vera even more angry. Rasya who was knocked down in the water by Vera. "Basic has no eyes. The eyes are stored in the snoring times huh? already know there's my leg, put the eye."

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Rasya looked down inside. His hands rubbed a wet face.

"Pipet dry the floor. And don't forget to bring me juice." Pinta Vera with eyes more perfectly rounded.

Rasya stood up and took a glass. He took her to the kitchen, before going to the kitchen he met the mother who was staring so intensely.

"Why you? your head is so wet? what shower?" asked Bu Karsih in a flat tone.

"That's it, watered by Vera Bu's brother," Rasya replied, looking down.

With a sharp look. "That's why don't make mistakes." Then melengos go.

Rasya just bengong on the spot. He lifted his legs again with a long breath. Rasya took juice water for Vera and brought a washcloth.

Everyone finished eating and one by one left their food marks. Rasya turned his body towards the dining table menu that was left, there was only tofu and stir-fry toge only. Fried fish live thorns and head, egg rendang also live bowl.

Rasya shook his head, fortunately he took and rasain first. So not curious even though it is running out too. His hands deftly tidied the dining table, tidying up. Then he took for himself a meal, repeating the earlier one in a hurry.

Time has shown at 22. Rasya just finished washing. Make it in the sun tomorrow morning.

"Huam ... sleepy O Allah .." muttered Rasya while covering his mouth.

Rasya checks the doors and windows, afraid to forget ngunci. Glanced at his father and mother, ready to go to sleep. The feeling went into his room that was like a warehouse. How is it not like a warehouse? if there are unused items it must be inserted into Rasya's room.

Rasya laid his body on a hard bed. Far from soft words. But even so Rasya did not take long to close his eyes that were too tired if he had to continue to open.

Nourish all limbs that from morning open activity. Even rest the heart that follows tired.

Previously daydreamed and imagined meeting the prince, who would raise the degree of his life, the handsome prince who became the wrestler of the women but only Rasya who got his heart. How happy, Rasya's lips smiled with closed eyes. Finally he fell asleep and picked up his dream.

Around 04. Early in the morning, Rasya woke up to prepare breakfast. Not to mention that someone asked for warm water to take a shower.

Early morning gini Rasya likes riweh. Serving his family members, who asked for this and that. Not to mention made wrong, and again the wrong one must be Rasya. Rasya also hit his target.

"Huh .. catapult, cepetan dong. slow very." Pure said smiling complacently.

"Sorry Brother?" Rasya lowered his head and continued his work.

"Rasya, it's money shopping today. Don't forget the cake. There's an order of 300 wet cake seeds. Must be ready by noon at 13:00." Said bu Karsih to Rasya who noticed the orders of the mother.

"Yes, Mom." The feeling of nodding and taking the money given by the mother.

It was breakfast time, everyone gathered at the dinner table. "Where's my fried rice?" ask Vera.

"Yes, your brother is still in the making!" sahut Rasya's.

"Huuh .. very long." Ketus Vera's.

"This is ready, Kak" said Rasya presenting a plate of fried rice to Vera.

"Where's my spinach?" Purely looked at Rasya.

"Oh, stop Brother!" Rasya picked up from near the stove, then he brought it in front of him Pure.

"Father make hot tea." pinta pak Muhidin.

"Good, sir." Rasya. Get back near the dining table.

After everything is gone. Then Rasya can breathe a sigh of relief, and a little can rest for a while. Although there is still a lot of work waiting for his hand ....

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