The Heart of Vania
An Oppressor

"DO NOT WANT!" I shouted loudly when Kak Litha told me to continue high school at Nusa Bangsa 2 High School, the most famous boarding school in the city of A.

"Nia, no one's watching you if you're an ordinary school. Uncle and I are in the Capital, Auntie is busy selling and looking after Mom. Who'd want to be expected to take you to school?"

"I can do it myself, Brother!"

"Although it can, but I do not allow it because it will only be troublesome and burdening Mother's mind."

"Aarrrgghhh!!!" eriku angry.

I'm very, very upset with this brother of mine, now he pretends to manage everything. Yeah, I know, he's the only one we can count on right now. She attended college on a full scholarship from her college and lived a side job as a part-time waitress at a fast food restaurant. He could even save a little for my school fees and my mother's treatment. But that doesn't mean he has the right to rule my life.

"Mom's only got us both now. Wise Nia."

Instead of scolding me as usual if I shouted, Brother Litha asked for my understanding instead. Ah, how could I refuse with her pleading eyes, I hate those eyes, like Mom's eyes that can't make me say no.

"But Kak– I will definitely be tormented. Three years in a gold cage. Not to mention the cost is very expensive, at this time you may be able to use your savings, but how does it go? Of course it will not be enough to just hope for Kak Litha's side job," I said still kinked.

"Tomorrow is a mystery. The mystery belongs to God, our part is just living what we know today. Brother will take care of your school. You're being nice because after all many of the teachers there know you as my sister. Cost problem, it's my business– remember it's my u-ru-san. Don't you mix, okay! If you want to repay him, pay him back with achievement."

I could only pucker my lips, annoyed but helpless. It's not that I can't argue with him, but I think there's a point to what Litha's sister said. I don't want to add to the burden of Mother's mind that is already full of my two brothers who are in the Capital. Brother Tisha who is still in the treatment of his soul condition and Kak Litha who always feared Mother in silence– alone studying and working in the Capital. The shadow of Kak Tisha's tragedy always haunts Mother's mind in Kak Litha, also haunts my mind.

I was forced to follow her will, attending the best and most expensive girls' dormitory in my city. Not yet anything I've got scorn from my father's extended family. Aih ... Their mouths are really venomous! Their words really hurt our hearts. Especially when gossiping Kak Litha where I had heard one of them accused Kak Litha as a mistress of rich men and Kak Tisha crazy for chasing a man. Since then I have decided not to interact with them again, but I have not decided on my friendship.

...***...

The next morning, Mom apologized to me before leaving.

"I'm sorry Mom, Nia ... Because I'm sick, you need to be more independent. It's definitely not easy, I'm so grateful to you and Litha. You are strong, you are great! I'm so proud to have you."

"Ih, Mother, don't make Nia cry ah ... I need to heal, be patient, and eat well while Nia is in the dorm." I hugged Mom very tightly, I loved my only remaining parents.

After leaving, I was escorted by Litha to school with two suitcases. Starting today, I sleep in a dorm and only get to go home once a month in the second week.

Haha ... I was amused to see Brother Litha crying over me when he was coming home. "Good in the dorm, Nia. You can, can't you, take care of yourself?" said.

"Well, who do you want me here? If to take care of yourself, just relax– I am not a child anymore, Brother. I can shower myself, brush my teeth, dress– Aduuuhh!!"

I complained because Brother Litha pinched my stomach. Oh yeah, let me tell you that my brother likes to pinch in the stomach.

"That's not what I meant. You're alone here, unable to communicate with us other than the day you came home. And so, hold on Nia."

I'm nodding. I know Brother Litha actually can't bear to lock me up under the guise of a hostel. But how else the– he did was for the common good.

"I'll hold on, brother. Focus on college Brother. If we're going to graduate well together, Brother graduated college, I graduated High School."

Brother Litha hugged me again and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Nia. Rest assured, Brother only wants what's best for you."

Oh, myGod ... I am so grateful to be awarded this kind of sister. Always think of others he cares about before thinking of himself. Lucky for the man who becomes her husband. Ah, nooo! I don't want Litha to get married and leave me for her new family. I don't want to!

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Clickable.

I opened the door.

"Hi!" greet a girl my age, her hair is shoulder-length and bangs, I guess she's my roommate.

"I'm Keysha, you?"

"Nia, Vania."

"It's good to meet you, Nia. There's your bed and it's a closet, and your study desk, too" he points out.

"Ah, yes, thank you, Key– your nickname is Key, right?"

The girl nodded, I only replied with a smile. I observed the bedroom that I would occupy for the next year, yes only a year because if I went up the level, the rooms for second and third graders were different.

The first-class student room building, located closest to the teacher building and the boarder of this dormitory in order to make it easier for them to supervise new children who are starting to adapt. It said, he said, every beginning of the new school year at Nusa Bangsa 2 High School will be crowded with the sound of crying spoiled children who must part with the comfort and luxury they have enjoyed in their respective homes. Luxury – because almost all students here have an excellent financial state and social status.

Therefore, the rooms occupied by students have premium facilities. Springbed with a mattress thickness of 26 cm, a cupped mattress that I have slept on, cabinets and tables learned from the best wood quality, AC, wifi that runs tight and also provided a waterheater in the bathroom. The hotel, right?

Whoa ... I wonder what about the other facilities used together huh? There is a swimming pool, jogging track, indoor court for basketball, volleyball, badminton, studio space for fine arts, theater and choir. The school fees are expensive. My mouth did not stop expressing admiration to find the room facilities that I would use.

"Where does your dad work?" suddenly Keysha asked.

What the fu*ck! You asked my dad where he worked? Hey Miss! I know where you're talking. Sy*hit! I haven't started yet, I'm already uncomfortable with this school.

"My father works at the grave." I replied.

"The cemetery?" Keysha frowned.

"You mean?" This time Keysa tilted his head.

My God, can't he understand idioms?

"My father is dead, Key."

Keysha was surprised, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean–"

"Yes, I know you didn't mean to offend my father's death. You just want to know how rich and high my social status is in society, right?"

Keysha was stunned, not expecting me to hit him without further ado.

"I'm probably different from most students here. I'm just the son of a small trader in a market who's dead. I live with my Mother and Brother. Our lives are mediocre. I can get in here because of my brother's good name and his savings from winning various competitions during this time."

Keysa's face became more uncomfortable, I chuckled at him, "Then you? Your parents must be great."

" ... "

"Why silence? I'm just so proud of my father that maybe in your eyes there's nothing. You should be proud of your father's hard work so you can go to school here, Key."

Keysha smiled blandly, "My father has Derrutive Meubel."

"Gee, great! Derrutive Meubel is one of the famous megubel companies in A."

"But I can't be like you who's proud of your father."

"Why?" I asked while putting my clothes from the suitcase into the closet.

"Because he always forced his will on me, like this school– he wanted it."

"Same. My father was also a forger for me and my two brothers, but I'm sure he did his best for us. Be proud of your father next time. After all thanks to the sweat of a father, we can live comfortably in this world. It's real happening to me."

A smile rose on the girl's face, "Then how will you pay for your school fees?Your father's gone, isn't he?"

"Let's go, I believe in my brother. He forced me to go to school here and he said my tuition was his business."

"Does your brother have a well-paying job?"

I laughed amused to hear the question, why is it always the material that is the benchmark.

"Don't know. He's a student in the Capital who has a side job ... Never mind, I don't want to discuss my father's or my brother's work. What is clear is that I am not as lucky as other students who have a luxurious life outside of school."

I stared fixedly at my roommate, "Is it important for you to be your friend?"

"Ah, no. I'm friends with anyone without a background, but not all of the students here are as happy with your honest story as they were. They'll bully you when they find out how you are."

"Oh yeah? Wh who? Just because my circumstances are not the same as yours? That guy's so cute."

"Serena Wijaya. I knew him since Junior High because we were from the same Junior High. Because he's the one I don't want to go to school here. He's a bully."

"My bully you mean?" I lift one of my lips up. "Have you ever been in her head?"

"Never. But don't know tomorrow-tomorrow."

"Hmm, is he good enough to do it?"

"Yes. The biggest donor of the school was his father. Of course the school will give invisible previllage for him."

"What's his father's job?"

Oh, s*hit! Why am I asking my parents' job? Aarrgghh!

"The owner of the largest property company in City A. His house is the largest and most luxurious in the city's terelite housing complex."

"Wow!"

I could only utter admiration for the life God had given her since birth. A flash of envy inhabited my little heart.

...***...

All the students lined up neatly. Today is the first day that learning begins. Starting with the principal's welcome ceremony and then the introduction of teachers for new students.

First class has only two classes. I went to class B, Keysha Class A, and Serena. I secretly observed her, the fashionable beautiful girl also has many friends. A fella? Are his friends really sincere?

My homeroom teacher's name is Burne's mother, funny is her name? Burne's? Hihihui ... His body is tiny, glasses and short-haired model Bob, his trademark has a mole above his lips. Reportedly, the homeroom teacher in first grade will be the homeroom teacher until third grade.

It turned out that my presence as a new student was quite attention-stealing. My snow-white skin has always been a topic of conversation between students and teachers. Do I have to be proud when they want my skin that never darkens despite basking in the hot sun throughout the MOS (Student Orientation Period) takes place? Do I have to be happy when they are amazed when others are dull, I actually look glowing? Fortunately this is a girls' school, imagine if this school is a mixed school that has male students, does not increase their level of independence? Haha ....

Hufftt .. unfortunately this is precisely what became the forerunner of the bullying that Serena did to me. A very strange reason– is just because my skin makes him dislike me. Though with his father's wealth that much he can buy the best skin lightening cream or qualified treatment to the beauty clinic. Sure enough Keysha– said he was an oppressor.

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