Starlike
Chapter 2

Simple life is simple, only our mindset makes it complicated.

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" Today's the opening of my boutique branch, doain huh.. May my efforts continue?" I said, peeling the orange peel and giving it to the woman beside me who was sitting holding a baby doll.

He accepted it, not bribing it for himself, but feeding it to the doll he carried.

" For you too." I said again, giving her one orange.

He took it back, put it in his own mouth. The expression was so happy to taste the orange I peeled so sweet. She looks at his face when he smiles.

I gave it to him again, waiting patiently for what he would do. She's beautiful, she's well-groomed here and she's always alone sitting under a tree holding a baby doll.

The doll he always considered a child.

And must not be separated from it in the slightest, if it comes off and is not beside it it will rage like before.

I am grateful, in the end he was taken to a mental hospital foundation shelter. He's getting better treatment than ever. And I moved him to the big city when I was no longer living in the village. I want to always be with him, no matter what his circumstances, he will always be with me even though we cannot have one roof anymore.

Don't ask him before how he is out there. No one will accept his situation. Everyone thinks she's a crazy woman, and she'll always be considered crazy despite having children. He will be angry when someone makes him unhappy. Just as I would be angry to see my little friends insult my mother. And he could be sad, I was just as sad when I saw him cry.

He laughed, but not with my lips that silenced what I saw when he laughed got ridicule from my friends as a child. They teased him, but I didn't take it. My little heart is angry, but I can't do anything about it. Just a two-handed fist with reddened eyes to hold all that.

Crying, of course I'm a man.

Because I'm a little girl who's alone and afraid of circumstances.

Isn't that bond stronger? To fulfill a deep feeling. Although he is not perfect in the eyes of people.

Who put him in a mental institution?

That'sme. Yeah, I put him in a mental hospital when I was sixteen.

Am I ashamed?

My answer is certainly no, not anymore when I accept the circumstances. Circumstances where I had to force it to take it slowly until I was adlakhas with all the fate lines of the creator.

Really am. He taught me to classify everything and he once said to me.

" Surely, you can."

Yeah, I'm sure I can. Can fight without having to ask for mercy, without being pityed. I am confident, with my ability, with my talent and with my passion to strive for a better life.

And I will prove it. Not always the fruit falls not far from the tree.

" It's late, let's go into the room?" Take me to him.

For more than two hours I accompanied him under a tree. Seeing her play, invited her to chat and accompanied her to eat with her baby doll.

Not every day I come to this place, but I will always take my time to visit him even though I am now too busy with my work in the boutique. And do not forget, my sweet prayers ask the creator for him to always stay healthy.

Yes, that's how simple I ask for prayer. Because I know, it is very difficult to heal him with the creator who has made him become like that since childhood.

Mother.

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Returning a wave of hands, I approached the man who was waiting for me by the side of the road. This seven-year-old guy I knew at my college.

Fathurs.

The man I had considered a friend, a brother, and a friend complained about work.

Only he has been my friend to this day, only he knows about me, about my life and who I am.

He who wants to be friends with me, he who is there when I feel alone and he who is always there when I am difficult. He who never left me when he found out about my family and the struggle he wanted to be my friend with no strings attached.

" Have you met my mother?" Fathur asked after I was in front of him.

" It's been." My answer.

" Please enter Miss Dita."

I smiled faintly, look at the treatment that made me ashamed myself just to open the car door for me to enter.

Sweet, but ridiculous.

" Where are you taking me?" I asked, sitting sweetly beside the driver.

" To the marriage of brothers."

" Then take me."

" Yes, let's assume I have a partner. If not then even in the soul mate, really males me." Obviously, while driving a car.

" So quickly find a partner, let's not be in a mate. Cooking twenty-eight hasn't had a partner until now." My lips.

Clucked." Patience, who is waiting is still pursuing a career.." Answer Fathur.

" Curious, who the hell! Until it's waiting."

" There's, don't need to know."

I also clucked, Fathur always so when asked about a partner and when to get married. Fathur and I are a year apart, older he is and we are both still pursuing careers that we have always wanted.

And I do not need to worry about a partner, Because for me a mate has been arranged, no need to look for he will come by himself.

But...

I was waiting for him, he who always encouraged me with his words of wisdom.

Like he told me.

" Stars can't be reached, but try to be the light. Because the starlight can make everyone's eyes fixed on him."

Yes, stars are unattainable, but trying to be the light is very difficult. It took a struggle and it took a lot of determination for me to prove that I could and was no longer in the eye just because the son of a mad woman and did not know who her father was.

I, am an illegitimate child..