The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 8: I'm Seroja (flashback)

Pov Series

My name is Seroja, such a beautiful name isn't it? Yes, for me and perhaps in the eyes of most people, Seroja is such a beautiful name. One of the flower names that in my eyes has its own charm. Previously I did not really care what the implied meaning behind the name Seroja that mother gave. However, lately I have been a little distracted by what the meaning of this name I have.

Seroja, the same flower as the lotus flower. Flowers that thrive on the surface of ponds, swamps, or lakes. Her form is so pretty. It has a bright and beautiful flower petal color with wide leaves floating on the surface of the water which further adds to the beauty charm of the flower itself.

What do you feel when you are born into a beautiful woman? It would be so happy, wouldn't it? But it seems like all this doesn't apply to me. To me, having a pretty face doesn't bring me luck. Because with the beauty that I have, it makes me often get treatment that seems to increasingly harass me as a woman.

Light yellow skin, slightly wavy jet black hair, a tiny nose, thin lips, and both wide eyeballs framed beautifully inside long, plump eyelashes, as if increasingly affirming that I was born beautiful naturally, without having to do any treatment.

Not only that. The height of the body is so high, with clumps of flesh that are perfectly formed in the chest and also bok*ong, as if increasingly asserting that I am indeed the most sexy creature of God created. And that's what always makes the eyes of the men out there as if looking at me with a gaze full of desire to be able to get acquainted, have or maybe even taste my body.

Plaque!!!!!

"Fuck you Van! Keep your dirty hands away!"

A loud slap I landed on the cheek of one of the men who was none other than one of my schoolmates. His name is Jovan. A man who is famous as a man who often changes girlfriends. I don't know how many girlfriends in my school have been successfully dating. However, for some reason with the frequent change of boyfriend actually increasingly makes the man valued by women in my school.

Jovan was seen grimacing in pain when her cheek hit a slap from me. The man's hand touched his cheek, withstanding the heat and pain that may have suddenly spread on the surface of the face. But I really don't care what I give this man. Even if I have to be expelled from school for committing acts of violence against the son of the headmaster at my place looking for my future provisions.

How can I not ride black with this man's insolent behavior? Suddenly Jovan ambushed me from behind as I was just coming out of the bathroom. The man hugged my body and were*mas-re*as the crazy mound hidden behind my uniform.

I saw Jovan raise the head that had been bowed before when he got a slap from me. The man smiled sinisterly as I heard him screech. As if he did not feel guilty for what he had done.

"Come on, don't sell expensive like that Ja! Hasn't it become a regular thing that your body is touched by the men out there? In fact, everyone already knows that you live in one of the localizations in this city. And your mother was also a pela*cur who often peddled her body to satisfy the na*fsu of striped men. So aren't you used to what I was doing?"

Platkk!!!

Again, a loud slap I gave to silence the mouth of this truly outrageous man. "So your mouth Van! Do not even equate me with those around me. Until now, I have always kept what I have. And it is precisely this filthy hand of yours that makes me like a woman with no self-esteem!"

My chest rumbled as Jovan lightly said that I was used to doing something that people around me often do. Even though I live in a localization, which in most people's view is a place that is full of action, but I still keep and maintain what I have. Although since childhood I lived in that place, I never touched and set foot or maybe even submerged my body to follow what was often done by the women around me.

"Sad... Don't be a hypocrite you Ja! How can your body even though it has never been touched by striped-nose men who often go in and out of the area where you live?"

Jovan looked back at my face with eyes that were hard for me to understand. Maybe he felt that what I said was a lie because it was not logically acceptable. How can logic accept me if I live in a place filled with the sparkle of a world filled with pleasure but not the least I taste it? It must be for the person who listens to the answer from my mouth to instantly say that it is all nonsense.

The world that presents an ease in finding money to connect with life without having to desperately slam the bones, the rupiah coffers they can easily get.

I still have my eyes on Jovan's face. While he increasingly revealed facial expressions that are so difficult for me to interpret. The man tried desperately to endure the pain of the slap I gave him, but the grin did not sink from his face either.

"Or don't you become one of the mistresses of married men?"

"Awwww.hhh....!!!"

The emotional outburst of my soul seemed to have reached its boiling point. Right in the crown, the emotion was like hot water vapor pushing the lid of a pot ready to spit out the contents inside that pot. And there's nothing I can do about it other than kick Jovan's lower abdomen to stop him from saying a vile accusation without proof of it.

"This is the result if you dare to say a no-no to me Van! Just so you know, I'm not a mistress like the one that came out of your bad mouth."

I slightly turned my heels. With the intention of leaving this man immediately. Just a few steps away from Jovan's body which still holds the area under his stomach, I slightly turned my body. "If you still say or think badly of me without any evidence at all, I'll make sure yours can no longer stand!"

Can't take it anymore, I really can't stand being in this place. A place where I should get a calm and comfort in starting my future, but in this place too are many people who make me cornered just because I live in localization.

"Basic child pela*cur. Once the blood that flows through your body is pela*cur blood. Then forever will make you a pela*cur also Ja!"

I still hear Jovan blurting out words that sound so heart-piercing. Even my heart seemed to be slashed by a sharp knife that increasingly made torn apart a lump of living meat. I raise my head. Trying to hold back these tears from falling. Is that how I became the son of a woman of the night? Though all this time, I have always taken care of myself and also my honor so as not to fall into the sparkling world full of pseudo-pleasure.

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Sitting on the sidelines of the football field in front of the school, I tried to enjoy the atmosphere today. Being under a banyan tree lined up neatly on the sidelines seemed to make my mood much better than before. I was previously made angry and emotional by Jovan, now it's starting to be a little more in control. Really, holding back emotions in the head only makes this body feel more tired.

My eyes are ahead. Jovan's words really succeeded in ravaging my mind. Is it so bad that I'm in my friends' eyes just because I live in a localization? I felt that even though I was in an environment that was so dirty in the eyes of people, I always tried to stay clean in a way that touched the world.

Like a living place of Seroja flowers. Water and mud are needed to survive. Although the environment occupied by the flower is dirty and smells bad, but the situation does not prevent itself to show the beauty of the flower and awake to stay clean.

Maybe that's one of the implicit intentions of why mom gave me the name Seroja. Describing that humans actually still need each other, even in people who are not good though. But, that does not mean I have to follow and imitate the ugliness around me. And to this day, that's one of my holdings.

The wind blew fiercely making the hair I let loose a little messy. I inhaled deep air to be able to break down the tightness in this chest. Actually, it's not just Jovan's words that make me uncomfortable in this school. Almost one school looked at me with one eye. Not a few of them made scathing accusations that I never did.

Not only the words from their mouths were heard slicing my inner pain. The behavior of the male friends who are here is also no less the more I feel tortured. That indecent treatment I often get from my own friends. One of them was done by Jovan earlier. In fact, before Jovan did that, once upon a time, one of my male friends openly showed hers right in front of me.

But there was nothing I could do but just heed my ears from the scorn and desperately had to stay where I was two months away. After graduation day arrived.

Serbian .... May your destiny line be as beautiful as the flower that is your name....

That is the mantra that I always cast to strengthen this broken mind since childhood...

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Flashback is it, brother.. Seroja life in school days 🤗🤗🤗