The Hundred Thousand Woman
Part 12's

Life is a choice.

If only he hadn't chosen to date Charlie asshole, he probably wouldn't have gotten caught up in the Hovers family's life. Though Veila was sure very well if she was a good woman, obedient, and had good manners. But why is his life not as good as his attitude? Shouldn't he ask the Creator? He's tired of living, really. His life is now like a bundle of tangled threads, not knowing where the ends are. His life was not at all in accordance with the plan he had designed long ago.

Ma, can I be a doctor?

If remembered, it would hurt Veila's feelings. Being a doctor is his dream since he was a child, as evidenced when he was in the first grade of elementary school, every time he came home from school, every time he was a child, Veila always stopped by her friend's house to play with her friend's tools—toy—doctor. For some reason, the aura of a doctor he often saw while accompanying his mother check up at the hospital was very interesting. Veila was lulled with the friendliness and sweet smile of a doctor, old or young.

And now? To set foot in the university building alone only lived a dream that slowly became a memory. After high school, instead of college, he slammed his bones to support himself and his stepfather. Looking for a job is hard to ask for forgiveness, Veila has often gotten rejection in various types of companies. Eventually, he was forced to take on two part-time jobs. For the afternoon, he worked at Charlie's small cafe, and for midnight, he worked at the minimarket. It feels, his frail body is flattened because of lack of rest. Make him always have to put koyo on his back to relieve pain.

Realizing that her life would be like this, Veila began to plan her dreams again. There was no university or doctor in his new dream, all he wanted was to be happy. That's it, nothing more. And when she met and dated Charlie, she felt that it was her happiness. Charlie always managed to make it fly up into the sky through sweet words. But in fact, there is no definition of happiness delivered by the figure of Charlie. The thin mustachioed man even sends it to a darker, black world.

Veila, who had been daydreaming of the past and the figure of Wilson, immediately gasped when she realized that the door to her room was open. Hurriedly the woman immediately laid her body—back the door—and began to close her eyes. Pretending to sleep is one powerful way to avoid this horrible man. Veila was completely disinterested in talking to the man who had earlier insulted the taste of her fried rice. Wilson Alexander Hovers, how did he know that the one who came was the one who led him to the hell of the world? The answer is one, perfume.

"Hey." The heavy sound made Veila close her eyes tightly, not intending to open her eyes or just straighten out.

"Hey, I know you're not sleeping! Don't pretend to be deaf, I hate to be ignored," Wilson growled, his steps drawing closer, causing Veila's body to again feel the searing cold. Wilson was cold, making him shiver.

"Don't make me pull your hair just to make you answer my call" he threatened, Wilson, the dreadful menace. Damn indeed.