This Fate Warrior

This Fate Warrior
Chapter 2


Hana ran to the toilet, and went inside the toilet. He refrained from crying, could not have expected this incident to happen again for a number of times and what made him more hurt was where it was all the treatment of his own brother.


What's wrong with her? Hana even always succumbed to Anna, what she wanted Hana to always obey without exception at all. But Hana had been holding back her inner pain for too long by herself. Suppose Dimas was here, maybe the man would have hugged him now.


But, it can't. Hana also always kept her mouth shut about this incident. The girl never complained about what Anna was doing to her. He accepted everything with a spacious chest without any sense of complaining.


"How now? I'm embarrassed to just go out the toilet. But I can't leave today's lesson, I'll scold me again." Outside the toilet, there was someone waiting. It wasn't Anna or the students who bullied her. Not them.


Rather than someone leaning against the wall, the situation around the toilet is indeed quiet and rarely people passing there. He was just making sure of something, he knew the incident this morning that made him not think out.


What kind of brother has always made him his own sibling crumble in front of everyone? Of course it was Anna. The girl will not give up on destroying her own brother's life, even though what she wants is always obtained.


Compare back to Hana who had to try when she wanted something. Even if you live in the same family, it doesn't have to be the same. No, there is no common word between the two that the proof of the accepted fate is much different.


The man heard everything Hana said in the toilet. Even the sound of crying that seemed resistant so that no one who heard the reality was able to hear now.


In his hand held a bag containing fresh dressing. The man went into the toilet and placed the bag on a table close to the toilet sink. And then he waited outside. Make sure that Hana receives the bag.


And not for a while Hana came out of the toilet and looked at the bag. He did not know what it was but there was a small paper that read a sentence.


^Wear the uniform, if you do not want to be humiliated in class.


Hana didn't know who wrote or even gave her the bag. The girl took the contents of the bag that turned out to be correct, the uniform was there along with the body lotion there. Hana turned her head in all directions and found no one, she did not even hear anyone else enter.


The girl lowered her head, she did not know what else to say now. Who gave all this to him? He must have known about the incident this morning that Hana experienced, very sad.


"Thank you for the uniform."


The man smiled faintly and then walked away from there without saying anything or even showing himself to Hana. No need, just know if he gave all that to Hana.


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While on the other hand, Dimas who gathered with his friends in a barrel place usually himself gathered there every few weeks.


Perhaps because of the busyness that makes it rarely there. But all his friends understand the position Dimas is in, the first child to be required to be number one by his family and again, protect his sister from the evils of his own family.


"Don't see you for a long time." Rangga patted Dimas on the shoulder, his friend had long been invisible because of the lecture task that was like a shackle of life.


"You know that goddamn lecturer gives a lot of the burden of life."


They are a gang, which is formed of several members. Not as much as imagined indeed, but they were all so compact and supportive of each other. No wonder their friendship has survived so far.


"Where is Hana? I haven't seen your sweet sister in a long time. She must be getting pretty, right?" Dimas smiled. He was always happy if Hana's reality was so much dear.


Even though her sister always felt alone. But Dimas is sure there will be happiness waiting in the life to come, just trying and waiting for when that time will come.


"Yes, my sister is beautiful." Dimas stared at the wallpaper of his cell phone with a photo of Hana when his sister entered kindergarten. Very adorable, only Dimas has all the photos of Hana.


Where do they care about that photo? The family is a mess and just the theatrics are heavy. All they care about is Anna, their child who they unknowingly is worse than Hana.


How did Dimas know? How could? In another position Farthest. Don't think if Dimas is silent then he doesn't care, that's a big mistake. Dimas cared only that he did not show and he thought Anna would live well because she got everything.


But he was wrong about that. Anna actually grew up to be a child who is so naughty and dissident, likes to oppress others at will make Dimas more disappointed.


"That's not Johan, is it?" Dimas turned his head towards where all his friends were looking. Johan, the youngest member there and he's the same age as Hana.


"Wow, how did you come here once? What's up?" Johan sat on one of the chairs and stared lazily at everyone. His mood was chaotic since morning, he was lazy to have to explain or even talk long.


"Why indeed?"


"Your face is burdened with the world." Johan was silent. I don't know what he was thinking now, Dimas glanced at Johan and it turned out that the teenager had been conscious since.


He took his phone and opened the gallery, not sure what he would show later, but it seemed to make Johan's mood go down. The noise from Johan's cell phone drew another attention.


Dimas stared with a sharp gaze, he had even expected what was happening. Everyone was so shocked, there was even a pity for the girl.


"When?"


"So morning, the one I saw Anna tell her gangmate." Johan stared flat at Dimas, only to be annoyed by what he saw. That's all and nothing else.


"Anna? Why is that kid getting here getting there?" Johan even showed the contents of the school's twitter account update which showed a photo of Hana being bullied, her body full of garbage. And what made Dimas even more hateful was Anna's smile.


"Dimas? You're not gonna"


"It's already too much."