Seira , Shackles of Love
Seira 1's

Who gave birth to me, who is my father. Where are they, is there not the least bit of longing they have left for me ?.

Why not look for me ?

Have they forgotten me ?

The question has been raised since I was a child, but not a single answer I got.

I'm Seira Azahra the name my foster family gave me. I was born in Tembesi Sagulung sub-district, Batam City, bloody Aceh, but I grew up in a small hamlet on Flores Island.

I took a public transport to my friend's house, carrying some of the things I needed.

I intend to leave my adoptive parents' house, because it's hell in there. I feel unwanted. They treated me like a babu.

Very different from my host family in Flores. Grandma and Grandpa love me very much. So is my foster mother's sister, and her son's son.

I remember Maira Azahra, the son of her sister, my foster mother.

Maira married two years ago to Erik Cristian Soares, a police officer of mixed blood Flores and East Leste.

I feel like Maira's life is very lucky. Despite not having a father, Maira has a stepfather and a family that loves her very much, plus her husband loves her very much. In my heart I am very envious of his life. Why is our destiny not the same when we were raised together, by our grandparents.

I grabbed my phone, I found the name Maira I kept there by the name of Kak Maira,

we're the same age, I'd rather call him Big Brother for getting married first.

"Son, I'm going home to Flores, here I've never been treated well."

"Well, you better help me at the cafe, than there, you never even send your salary money to grandma. Remember you are the big one, you are the grandmother. Those on behalf of your parents don't care one bit about you. Come home I'll send the fare home."

The cargo that brought me to my friend's house.

"Let's Seira come in."

Take Ami my best friend from Bandung.

I went into Ami's room and rested for a while.

I feel a little strange with my body, **** my meal is growing, and after three months I have not had any monthly guests.

"Am I pregnant."

I thought in my heart. I was so scared, yet I dared not speak to anyone. I choose to keep it to myself.

The day I was at Ami's place, I was again forcefully picked up by my two uncles, my foster mother's sister.

Uncle Reza and Uncle Tomy. I was afraid to go home to my uncle. Even if they treat me well.

"I have to find a way to get back to Flores."

Arriving at Uncle Reza's house, I immediately broke in the room, after meeting my grandmother who had just arrived two days ago from Flores.

"Whether you're sick, I see you're very pale." Ask Aunt Farah Uncle Reza's wife to me.

"No aunt." I replied a little nervously.

"Aunt will ask grandma to check on you." Then rushed out leaving me alone.