THE DARK STORY OF MY LIFE
Broken Home

Soon I'll call Gita. Not waiting for long Gita also lifted her.

Father: Hello assalamu'alaikum. Is this really Gita?

Gita: Waalaikum salam. I'm really a gita, sorry who is this?

Father: I am the father of Raya. Did you guys really work in a group?

Gita : Oh, yes. We worked together. My other friends have just returned home.

Father: Oh yes already. Thanks for the info. Assalamualaikum says.

Gita: Waalaikum salam.

The phone ends. I breathed a sigh of relief to have a friend who was very reliable. I had anticipated this would happen, so I asked Gita to lie about a drama like this. Yes, we often exchange names if we will lie to each other's parents. Hehe, quite pimply yes us.

I entered the room after I survived my father. My burden is coming back, only outside the house with friends and girlfriends can I laugh happily. In this house, I returned to being a quiet Kingdom that did not say much. In fact, to leave the room can be counted only a few times.

I'd rather spend my time in the room.

Not without reason I became like this. My dating style has crossed the line, my relationships are free. I have 5 very close friends. Yes, their lives and relationships are also not much different from mine. We went crazy because of the circumstances in our house.

I was so depressed because my father's overly pressuring attitude shouldn't get along with anyone. My mother and father's house were not harmonious. The fights I hear every day are getting more frustrating. I was asked to be an accomplished child, but they didn't give my brain a chance to think. I lost the affection, I lost the happiness I had as a child. Hehe, I miss that time. The time when I was pampered, walking on weekends with family, eating together at the dinner table, laughing in the house. Now, it's all just memories. Either this residence is still appropriate or not called home. There was not a single light of happiness in it, even though joking together was also never heard. I seek my own happiness, whether the path is right or wrong. I just want to enjoy it outside the house. If mom and dad fight, I just close my door. I took a razor in my drawer, and I scratched it in my hand. There is no pain I feel. My cry broke, my chest felt tight holding back my heartache due to their selfishness. When will it all end? when will they understand that a heart is hurting if they fight? I hate my life, I hate it!

When my eyes felt heavy, I laid my body on the bed.

"It's been a night, baby, sleep gih. Tomorrow you go to school do not get up late" said Diki.

"Yes, my sister also sleeps tomorrow will have to work. Must be more enthusiastic about his work . I love you "reply me.

" Yes dear, I love you too "Diki ended the message.

I felt so tired today, I slept so well until the morning.

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In the morning I woke up, I checked my phone and there was no message from Diki. "Maybe he hasn't woken up" I murmured.

I also sent a message to Diki "Good morning baby, happy activities. Be careful how it works" my short message was sent.

I'm getting ready to go to school.

Arriving at school as usual I only gathered with 5 of my friends.

They also wanted to know where I was taken by Diki to walk yesterday. Yeah, I was just telling you that I ate with Diki after that we went home. Hihi, I'm still covering her up. Because if I told them I was going to the hotel, they would ask every minute we did. And will not stop before getting the answer they want wkwk.

I don't think the school clock has arrived. I checked my phone back. But there was no reply from Diki. My heart began to fidget, "is he going to leave me after getting what he wants? " my murmuring is anxious.

Seriate...