Young Miss Assistant
Soft Woman (Little Tomy)

Pissed off? That's how Clarissa feels right now. Cousin who if there, he thought would seize the wealth of his father even help him. And now only to watch him must be willing to be ordered by an employer who has a cruel nature behind his beautiful face.

"Tomy used to make me pickled, if you want I can tell her to make more for you" Farel frowned.

"I want to beat you up." - growled Clarissa.

"Clarissa!!" snapped Lery, not liking her daughter's attitude.

"It's okay, we'll stay engaged no matter what happens, won't Clarissa?" said Farel, smiling sincerely.

Clarissa silently did not reply, walking quickly towards her room. The woman exhaled a rough breath, sitting on the edge of the bed. Immediately retrieves his laptop, looking for information about Tomy. Some time struggling with phoncell and his laptop not a single information he found, only studying and living in Singapore with Farel.

Studying in Singapore, the same campus as Zion, has access to free Zion, handsome, smart, not having a bad reputation,"She's really my cousin!!" she screams happily in a soundproof room.

***

The smell of mango smelled, a young man wearing his appron. His face looked seriously peeling the mango skin.

What a pity, if only father (Lery) did not destroy his family. Maybe now he was a rich young master. Look at the expression of his face looks tough, never complaining, but his life must be difficult.

Tomy's serious-looking face, her hands peeling off wily...Fucking cheapskate boss! What dream is he? Want to eat the pickles again. I will cut it like I am chopping up this mango.

"Let me help." a warm smile rang on the face of the young pregnant woman, reaching for another knife, and a mango that was still complete with her skin.

"No need, sir will be angry if.." Tomy's words were interrupted by him.

"What is your life, and how did you meet Farel?" ask Clarissa curiously.

Tomy was stunned for a moment stopping the movement of his knife.

16 Years ago...

Brug...

A boy is pushed out of a mansion.

"DAD...!!" he said banging on the door, desperate.

A sobbing cry came out from her small mouth, her tiny hand still hitting the door until it was injured.

"Sorry, sir wants you out." the security forcefully pulled the child with those blank eyes.

"I.i.e...yes.." the boy said a little stuttering.

Walking out in a shabby red and white uniform, guided by two security men.

"Sorry, you really need money huh? New uncle payday, bring this for your needs.." a security staring pity, thrusting money depicting the figure of the proclamator (one hundred thousand rupiah).

"Te..te...trim...thank you pa..pa...paman..." Little Tomy had no other choice, picking up a piece of paper money.

Gothin? Think of him as a condescension, but if not this way, he will not have the money to buy food.

The stuttering child walked tightly to the money given security who worked in the magnificent house owned by his biological father.

Security working in a magnificent house? Shouldn't Tomy be a respected young master? No, it's not Tomy.

The owner of the mansion who threw him out without giving him a penny, was his father. But her mother was not the hostess. His father was a businessman who often changed women. So do not rule out the possibility of having an illegitimate child. Bastard son? Does that term exist? All children are born in this world by the blessing of God.

The boy stepped up at a place to eat that could be fairly cheap, ordering two packs of rice. One for her, and one for her mother.

Small alleyways through it, in densely populated settlements. Some two-story houses are not maintained, even one of the brick wall houses whose body is only covered with perlak. With a clothesline complete with wet clothes transverse above the alley. It was common, from within the narrow got smelled a pungent smell. Like, it is a special smell of that place.

A small house with a rusty zinc roof, Tomy opens an unlocked door.

Pungent odors are smelled, as the smell of rotten food and dirty clothes accumulate. Tomy put her bag into the kitchen, not a single clean plate or spoon was there.

The boy, still in his uniform, endured his hunger. Picking up a pile of dirty melamine plates, walking to the back area of his house. The boy crouched down, turned on the water tap, washed one by one the already foul-smelling dishes.

She softened in her heart, carrying a pile of clean dishes, hearing the erotic voices of two people that children her age should not have heard.

Her tears flowed, putting together plates one by one. Put two packs of rice on the kitchen table, waiting for her mother's activities to be completed, so she can eat with her.

His school uniform has changed, his dirty clothes and his mother soaked him in a big laundry bucket. Wait a few dozen minutes to wash it off.

"Ti.ti.ti. stay, me.. wait i..bu, sa...saja," he said still holding back his hunger.

The child stepped in, for a moment then gulped, full of disappointment. Two portions of food on the table is now being enjoyed by a man and his mother.

"I.i.i..mom.." said Tomy stammering.

"How many of you are from your father?" he asked with his mouth full, on his son who was seen still repeatedly gulping his saliva, starving.

"A.. ti.ti's father.do not mem...give me u...uang. Ha... only pa..paman secur... security who mem..mem...give me money.." he stammered.

"Where's the money!?" snapped the mother thought her son was lying, shaking Tomy's head.

"I.i.i.it's u..un..for ma....eat be...tomorrow..." Tomy tries to stop her mother from ransacking the school bag with a lot of nuts and big tears.

"This what!?" the woman took out one by one the contents of the bag, throwing books in it of origin. To finally take the remaining 80,000 from Tomy's bag. Pushing his son in anger.

"A useless child!! You know your father won't make me a second wife, I should have just dropped you first! As a child you should be able to worship your mother! Stuttering is troublesome." he sneered.

Tomy's hand grabbed her bag, picked up one by one her books scattered on the floor, holding back the hunger she felt from the morning.

Dad didn't want me to exist, I just had to be grateful and grateful because mom didn't abort me, let me live to see the world.

***

It's night time...

His mother and a different man this afternoon, came home with a bag of fried food, not glancing at his son who was studying. A little attention is diverted, "I..i...mother b...b... can I a..I mi..mi..ask sa....one?"

"You have hands and feet, right? Buy it yourself, if not ask your rich father," he said indifferently.

"Your son stutters?" ask the man the mother brought.

"Don't think of her." the woman guided the man to his room.

A few dozen minutes passed by that disturbing erotic voice was heard again. Tomy endured her hunger, trying to concentrate on learning even though the sound from inside her mother's room was getting louder. As the heat struggles.

Woman night? That is the profession of the woman who gave birth to her. Used to work in clubs' nights with expensive fees, hoping to ensnare rich bosses by not wearing security. However, being fired is what happens when Tomy's biological father learns of a woman's frequent night pregnancy.

The night woman without muc* I'm just relying on herself, selling bodies in the slums. Defend Tomy? Not abort? Not completely, knowing the child's biological father was not willing to marry her. At the age of seven months, many times the child tried to abort him.

Looking doctor? The cost of surgery to abort a seven-month-old is too great and risky. Drinking herbal medicine, but a premature baby is born.

Whether luck from where, since birth there are foundations from abroad, precisely the foundation from Singapore that finances the child, although nominal money is not much. But enough to make the mother who gave birth to it not throw it away.

A short pencil with a rubber-coated tip was dropped, her stomach began to hurt. Tomy held onto her stomach, starting to grimace, an erotic voice still heard from inside the room.

The child walked in shaky steps, his pale face enduring the pain that kept roaring from his stomach. Doubtfully knocking on the door of the room, "I.i..mom a..I la..la..lapar," he said knocking several times non-stop.

"Fucking kid!!" there was the sound of someone coming from inside before the door opened.

Tomy was terrified, but right now it was probably only the fry that her mother brought that could endure her hunger.

The door opened violently, sure enough, a bare-chested man wearing only a scabbard, came out. "A..a..aku ha..just want mi... ask for g..g...fried, sa...a sa.sa...saja," he said trembling.

Brug...

One kick on his chest, there was nothing hard there except a hanger. The man hit Tomy's little body so many times, that the hanger broke."Stuttering!! Don't know it's lucky!! It's worth your father not admitting you!!" he snapped, pulling the bruised body of Tomy in his thrust out of the narrow house.

Her mom? His mother saw everything, still lying on the bed waiting for the man to stop beating his son. Wait out? Of course to continue the hot activity.

Tomy was pushed out of the house, walking alone, looking for a comfortable place to lie down. Decided to sit at the patrol post, enduring the pain.

Stutterers? What is my desire to be stuttering? Did I ask to be born? I was born to be thankful to live. Mother.thank you... I'll say it, that's enough....

The child held his stomach tightly, enduring the pain that was getting worse, feeling nauseous. But when you want to vomit, only water comes out.

Should I go to Dad's house again? Maybe think that for a moment. However, his father's wife always looked at him cynically. Her dad? That guy always threw him out like a bitch.

The benalu? Am I really a sly? Are not the children of his other father, are benalu? This stuttering kid just asks for food. But his father's children from his legitimate wife, like nobles living with servants, carrying drivers everywhere, nice clothes, if bored to buy again.

Unlike his clothes, cheap bags with buttons, a torn red and white uniform collar, a pair of used shoes, greatness with some holes were all obtained from neighbors who pity him. Is being an illegitimate child a bad thing? Is not the illegitimate child of his birth also blessed by God?

If I can face God right now, I want to complain and abuse him. So that illegitimate and imperfect children are not born in this world. So that no one feels alone, return the favor to the mother who does not want me. So that no child would starve without the father's affection and protection. Resisting the pain in his stomach and his entire body that felt crumpled.

Unaware of a 17-year-old girl staring pity at the child. The restaurant waiter, that's his profession.

The girl who was throwing out the trash immediately ran inside, taking the leftover food.

"Dec... wake up.." he said warmly, carrying the original wrapped oil paper, woke Tomy up. Then help him sit down.

"Feed first, huh?" the girl smiled gently, starting to feed Tomy with a glass of water. His hands are painstaking, taking rice and side dishes, feeding the child food little by little.

"Te..te.te..thank you, a..a..I'm a...can be a penny...myself," Tomy began to eat quickly, filling his empty stomach from the morning.

"Did anyone beat you?" his question was staring at the bruise on Tomy's body, but none of the answers he got from the boy's mouth.

"If you're hungry, you can come here every night. Think of me as your brother." he continued, rubbing softly on Tomy's hair.

The boy was silent. Warm? That was his current feeling, staring at the face adorned with a smile... If I'm going to have a partner, I want one that's beautiful and gentle like a sister. So that when having children later, my son will not have regrets because he was born in this unjust world...

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