The False Lover the Culun
Chapters 2. Not anymore Sherina

In life, physical and mental will be the stakes.

Because you will not only be faced with easy and pleasant circumstances.

The heavy demands of life are also many that you have to face and burden your path.

Just understand every meaning of what you do, even if it doesn't help at least in this way you will slightly reduce your burden.

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Losing most of the possessions we had certainly brought a big change to my family's life.

We had to be patient living in a small rented house that only had 1 room for the four of us to occupy.

No more four-wheeled vehicles will protect from the scorching sun or the rush of rain when traveling.

And you have to give up the job that he loves so much to focus on taking care of my little sister, Shafiyyah.

Time passed very quickly, it did not feel like a year had passed, and we are grateful to be able to survive through the rigors of life.

In the midst of all our efforts to adapt to our new life, I am grateful that the warmth, love, and affection in our family have not changed.

I can not deny, even though I am still a child, but I really feel concerned about the current condition of my family, along with concern for myself who can not help anything.

Mother who no longer teaches as a teacher, every day must be willing to wake up at 2 am to make a cake that I will rent by traveling around our new residential area.

I am currently enjoying my school holidays.

Yep.... Before later in the next few days I will go back to school, “Ahh, I can't wait to go back to school and meet my friends, my inner”.

“Kue.... Cake.... Cake...”

I screamed again, walking into alley one and the other to help Mother peddle her sales cake.

It seems I have walked quite a distance, because now I have arrived at the park area which is in the residential area where I used to live.

The smile on my face expanded, when I saw my friends in the old housing were playing cheerfully in the park.

I saw them running around, some were chasing, playing slides, swings, and seesaw boards.

My smile came out without any orders when I imagined the past as well I like to play swings the most.

"Hi, guys...." Sapaku cheerfully like the old Sherina, without burden.

But I had to swallow the disappointment when they refused to play with me

"What's wrong?" my inner.

“Sorry, we don't want to play the same. Mending you go there, and do not come again to this park because you no longer live here, go there!”say it!! Siska's!.

“Basic padlocks, husss..husss,” he continued followed by other children.

Although my heart aches from being driven out by those who used to claim to be my friend, but my gratitude is far greater than that.

I knew they didn't really want to be friends with me.

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With our family's economic condition constantly thinning, it requires Dad to work extra.

Dad had to go home longer than usual, because after teaching at school, he still had to teach again in some courses, also giving private tutoring.

But all these things do not necessarily make me and Mother change our habits. My mother and I will always be excited for the arrival of the man we love.

The man who is the last love for my mother, and the man who is the first love for me.

My father and mother taught me to be grateful for whatever happened in my life.

Every night before I sleep on a thin mattress with a mat, I will never forget to pray to the creator,

“Oh my God, I am always grateful for all the favors you give. But if I may ask, I ask You, O Lord Almighty, grant Your protection to my parents,”.

“At the moment I can't do anything to make the two happy, so please protect them until the time comes when I can repay the services of my father and my mother,” I continue still with both hands looking up.

I don't want to ask for anything anymore right now, I'm afraid God is angry if I ask Him too much, Almighty God.

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Today was the first day I started going back to school as a student at Al-Fatih Elementary School.

Riding on his desk motorbike, my father took me to school.

My smile grew as I was in front of my new class.

“Good morning...” My husband is as cheerful as before.

The deg!

Suddenly I felt something was different, when my friends did not return my greetings as usual.

Not even a few of them were whispering while looking at my arrival. I scanned my friends' faces one by one, although not many but there were some faces that I had just seen for the first time.

“Hey, how dare you go to school here? Here is not a school for a rascal like you,” the voice of a girl screams at me.

“Soraya and Elena,”.

Not wanting to make a fuss, I chose to ignore it and continued to move forward regardless of the words of the two

“Basic, poor, don't sit here,” snaps Soraya at me.

Even Soraya pulled my long hair that had been styled by Mother this morning.

I immediately squeezed Soraya's hand until she complained and kept her hand away from my hair.

Moreover, I vaguely heard that Soraya insulted my sister, Shafiyyah.

“Why only your sister is disabled, you should also be disabled, let your family become a poor disabled family,” Soraya's emotional insults.

Friends began to flock to the three of us, inviting the attention of the teacher.

And that day was my first time seeing my teacher because I had a fight with my friend.

Oddity is back, what should be punished is me because I fought. But in reality, the one who gets written reprimand is the father. Funny right?

And it kept happening the next day, when Soraya slandered me, saying that I was bothering her. Other friends who should be witnesses choose silence. And ended up back dad got a verbal reprimand. It kept repeating until I finally decided to give up.

I, at the age of 7 years, now began to understand that power can buy the truth.

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From then on, I finally agreed to follow all of Soraya's orders. I became a victim of bullying both verbally and physically by her

I did all the schoolwork Soraya and Elena did without complaining.

Both of them also often deliberately hurt my physical, such as asking me to grab my hair when Mother accidentally arranged it with the same model as Soraya.

I was also often humiliated by Soraya. One day he deliberately scratched my face with a marker until that day I continued to be laughed at by other friends. That I had to be late to go home because I had to clean my face in a mosque not far from our household contact house.

Until the day of graduation arrived, for 6 years I kept quiet and hid everything. But I was determined that today I would be honest with Mother and Father. I can no longer afford to go to school in Al-Fatih.

Not only did I intend to do, now I was in the toilet with the door locked. I'm sure Soraya did it. It's been a few hours but no one has helped me, my voice has been hoarse because I keep screaming for help. My stomach is hungry and my throat is dry.

Then suddenly,

Chequek!

Door opens.

I was helped by a boy I didn't recognize. He strapped me to a chair not far from the toilet.

He immediately gave me his bottle, a blue bottle with a red robot image.

“Minum,” said.

I nodded and immediately gulped to quench my thirst.

Maybe because my hand shook, until the child again opened his bag and now took out a supply box with the same motif.

“Eat,” he said briefly.

This time I hesitated, but the boy took a piece of the sandwich and put it in my mouth.

I just want to start eating that sandwich.

“Thank you, my name is Sherina,”.

“Sama-sama. I know your name is Sherina, but I'd rather call you nana,”.

“You know me? I even felt like the first time I saw you,” I said honestly.

“Maybe you never see me, but I'm tired of seeing you being bullied. I have to go,” said the boy then he stood up and put on his bag.

“Remember my message well nana, if you do not want to continue in the bully then you have to eliminate what causes them to behave as they want you,” he said then stepped away without explaining what he meant.

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As fate allowed me to live to continue to receive torture and humiliation, I was forced to abandon my intention to be honest with my father and mother about the bullying I received at school.

Because when I returned home that afternoon, Mother with a radiant face greeted me and reported if I was accepted to go back to school at Al-Fatih Junior High School.

Not wanting to disappoint you, I had to accept it.

“I must be strong, 6 years have passed, this time I can also,” my resolve.

Last night I thought about what the boy meant.

And after thinking hard, here I am now.

In front of the mirror I started to change my appearance.

Soraya used to insult me ugly, despite the fact that I was prettier than her. Until finally I decided to hide behind the clothes of greatness, thick glasses, and my hair that I will never stall again.

This is the new me, I'm no longer Sherina, but I'm Nana.

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...The world will never and does not need permission to move forward, so do not say goodbye to the world without ever succeeding in getting anything valuable out of it....