When Om Duda Bastard Meet Muslim Girl
What a pathetic little girl
The other side
Through midnight
An old man is seen walking limping with a wooden stick in his right hand towards a room on his right side.
The red eyeball with the scar behind his right face displayed one of its own horrors behind the old, wrinkled face.
The large and tall body was now thrusting into the domineering cream-colored room available, he stepped forward with the beat of the deafening wooden stick.
A little girl in her 5s was seen falling asleep on the bed dominating the blue color.
Still remaining Isak cries from behind the little girl's lips, her beacon sounds so heartbreaking as if she often went through a difficult period in her life, some of her body skin looks flushed, reddened, there was even a red mark that crossed his back skin when the little girl's clothes were slightly raised.
The man stood for a moment staring at the woman's face for some time.
Dominic, you have to feel what poor people like us feel.
What it's like when you live behind bars like you dumped us behind bars like you used to.
And make sure you remember how you treated Amena in the past with Hamid.
After muttering like that, the man gave a rough sigh, he did not touch the little girl at all.
For his boy it was only a disgrace left behind by many people in his house, he hated him so much.
But he waited for the little girl to grow as big as today just to use her as a tool to suppress Dominic whose life was increasingly looking happy.
Don't expect your marriage to be okay.
After muttering so, the man again pressed the stick in his right hand onto the floor.
The sound of each other fighting wooden sticks and the floor sounded deafening, the man slowly left the cold room just like that.
As soon as the door closed there was still a sobbing in the room, a gentle breeze passed through the wooden window that was not completely closed tightly.
The little girl was still sobbing in her sleep.
The little girl continued muttering as she sobbed, her hands moving trembling, cold sweat drenching her forehead and back.
In his subconscious, the same incident kept repeating itself many times where the old man hit him with his wooden stick.
Is he guilty?!.
He doesn't know.
But the old man who called his grandfather was always staring at him with disgust.
The man said his face was not worth seeing because he was an unwanted bastard.
Although he cried for mercy every time he was hit, even though his entire back had turned blue and even peeled off, although he had been in the dying phase a few times before the man still did not stare at him with pity.
He was forced to grow up before his time.
While the other children were still busy in spoiled and playful in the yard, asking in a cradle and hugged by an adult, playing Doll and tied her hair, he said,she is forced into a mature woman who can clean the house, move accustomed to independently doing nothing on her own and meet the entire needs of the old man who called her grandfather with a small body full of fear.
Behind that beautiful face, on his back will be seen a line of terrible wounds that continue to imprint since infancy.
Even later one threat was given to him.
"If I get you out of the house and people ask, tell me you're Dominic's daughter from a girl named Amena, your name is Azalea"
Said the man while tightly grasping the small face saying beautifully.
"Did you hear bi.natang?"
Jerk the old man then let go of his hand grip.
Then which boy would dare to say no to someone's command of such a large and burly man nearly 10x his size?!.
"Yes grandpa"
Her reply with trembling lips, her eyeballs as usual frightened, her body seen curled slowly down the table on her right side.