Shinee's Ring Ding Dong sounded loud at four in the morning.
I, who was actually still sleepy, had to open my eyes and go to the bathroom to take a shower. yes, I still have to get up early and take a shower in the morning because I have to work helping the sisters prepare their breakfast.
I arrived at the door of the monastery -- I pressed the bell by the door. A nun named Sister Mary opened the door for me.
"Good morning, Sister," I said in a greeting.
"Good morning, Ella," replied Sister Marry. "Have you taken a shower?"
I nodded. "Do I still smell or look like I haven't showered, Sister?" I asked, kissing my own armpits. Ah, it doesn't smell. I even had time to spray perfume on my underarms after applying deodorant there.
Sister Marry laughed. "No, you don't smell, La. I'm just asking because it's rare for virgins your age to shower in the morning."
I laughed lightly. Who is still a virgin? I asked myself. I'm not only no l
I walked towards my dorm. Every now and then I stretch my stiff muscles because I am tired of working to help the nurse all day. It's been two weeks I haven't gone to campus. The reason is simple, I'm not in a good mood to study. Crazy indeed. .yeah, let's just call me crazy Ella. I chose to spend my time in the monastery -- helping out whatever I could to the nuns, no matter how broken my bones were. Super Junior's No Other is ringing loudly on my cell phone. .Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up. Humairah's name was printed on my cellphone screen. My face became radiant. Humairah is my best friend since we were both in elementary school. It has been five years or more I have not met this beautiful girl who really likes to wear the blue hijab. .it was because Humairah had to return to Saudi Arabia -- where she came from. Since her biological mother died, her family decided to return to Saudi Arabia. Humairah and
Bugh! Regina kicked me hard in the stomach. Not long after, a thick, red liquid leaked out of my mouth. Yes, it is blood. I'm so limp. I -- who is anemic sufferer, has to be short of blood again. My head feels dizzy. God, if I have to die now, I will die in peace. I have no grudge against them. I will forgive them and not fondle them, I told myself. However, it seems that God still wants me to live. Looks like God still has big plans for me to live. God brought Brandon and helped me. "GET AWAY ALL OF YOU! WHAT IS THIS? WHY ARE YOU BOTTOMING ELLA? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ELLA?" Brandon shouted loudly -- making everyone who was there speechless. "You three!" Brandon pointed to Regina, Leonarda, and Avila. "What did you do to Ella?" "We're just teaching bad mothers a lesson. What's wrong?" Leonarda answered. "How true are you?" "What do you mean?" .Leonarda asked, not understanding what Brandon was saying.
Brandon was not long in my dormitory, he then said goodbye to go home. "What is wrong?" Brandon asked as soon as he saw me put my puppy eyes on. "I'm afraid to meet Karina," I replied. Brandon, Becca, and Veronie already know about my problem with Karina. They know that the mastermind behind all of this is Karina. "It's okay, you take it easy. Come in, she already missed you," Brandon said. "How do you know she missed me?" I asked. Brandon smiled sweetly while stroking the top of my head affectionately. "Ella, believe me -- Karina isn't actually that bad and she misses you." "But ..." "I'm coming home," Brandon said as he ran into his blue car. I paused to stare at Brandon who was slowly leaving. Should I go into that room again? Oh, God, this is scarier than running into a ghost. Ceklek! I opened my bedroom door slowly. Karina was lying on her bed while playing with her
I dry my hair using the hair dryer in my room. I pour a little hair vitamin and spread it all over my hair. "La, don't you smell a strange smelllike ... hmmm ... like a burnt smell, "said Karina, sniffing like a police sniffer dog on duty. I thought for a moment -- trying to remember what I was doing. Jeez! I screamed. I just remembered that before taking a shower I bake my cake dough in the toaster. I ran towards the kitchen. Sure enough, the scent of the burnt got stronger as I approached the toaster. and .... Woah ... A bread with a burnt brown color came out of the grill. I put my cake on a serving plate, tapping it a little on the table to get rid of the emptiness a little. "What's all this? Why does it smell burnt? What are you doing?" I swore to myself as soon as my dormitory mother came and grumbled. My bad feeling suddenly appeared when the woman came. It is not without reason that I always think negatively abo
"Come on, it's no big deal, Becca. Everyone must have kissed before. Calm down," said Veronie trying to calm her and say that everything will be all right. "I've never kissed anyone before," Becca said, surprising Veronie and me. What? Did you hear right? Becca hasn't kissed before? Wow, how rare. "You don't trick me, Becca. Everyone our age has kissed, "said Veronie evasively. "That's right. Not even a few of us -- including me -- who are not virgins," I replied. "If you don't believe it, whatever. I'm just telling the truth," Becca replied. Veronie and I fell silent. Is it true that Becca has never kissed before? That is absolutely impossible. moreover Becca is older than me. Becca continues to grumble -- cursing his stupidity. "How can I be so aggressive with a Brandon White?" Becca ruffled her hair in frustration. Veronie and I exchanged glances -- telepathically to discuss what we should do to calm Be
I woke up when the sun began to warm against my skin. What time is it now? I asked myself as I reached for my cell phone to check the clock. Jeez! It's 9 o'clock! I ran to the bathroom to clean myself. Quick as a flash I took a shower so I could go to campus. Even though it was an hour late. That is better than not going to college at all. I'm wearing a blue shirt and blue jeans. I rubbed my face with a little baby powder and a little pink lipstick to my lips so they don't turn pale. After tidying up, I drove my bike towards the campus -- riding my bike at high speed. I don't care about the other riders cursing at me. I arrived at the basement of the campus and I saw a group of men flirting with a girl who was none other than Becca. they touch and even want to rape Becca. I ran towards them. Armed with my taekwondo martial arts, I kicked them one by one starting from the one with the biggest body. The fight
Becca and Brandon's relationship is getting closer, in fact the two of them always seem to be together. Where there is Brandon, there is Becca too. Vice versa. Never did either of them walk alone.Brandon and Becca's intimacy certainly makes single students envy, including myself of course. But my jealousy was nothing more than just admiration for the two of them together.But, today something was different than usual. Unlike usual days, Becca appeared alone this time. Brandon couldn't be seen by Becca's side, not even that man was seen in class. What is wrong?"Becca, is your relationship and Brandon okay? I mean, are you and Brandon fighting? "I asked carefully -- afraid that my words might offend Becca.Becca shook her head. "Brandon and I have no problem whatsoever. I also don't know why he didn't come to campus today. He didn't even reply to all my messages, "Becca replied.What's wrong with Brandon? It was unusual for the man to act lik
Becca has been locked up in her room for weeks, she doesn't want to meet anyone or go anywhere. Even going to campus or just meeting Veronie and I, she was reluctant.Veronie and I who could not bear to leave Becca alone. We regularly send groceries to Becca. Even just put it in the living room, then leave without meeting Becca.Veronie and I both know how broken Becca's heart is right now. Let Becca calm down now first.Veronie and I left Becca alone for quite a while. Now is the time for Becca to step out of her comfort zone. Veronie and I didn't want Becca to be so sad."Becca, Veronie and I want to talk to you," I said as I knocked on Becca's door."Say it now." Becca answered from the room."We want to see you, Becca. Come on, open your door and let's talk together," said Veronie persuasively.Veronie and I kept begging Becca to let her open the door and meet the two of us. The girl finally melted. She opened the door and a terrif
"You shouldn't spend this much money," my mother said."But it's for our Diolinda, Ma," I replied."I know. But you guys don't have to act stupid like this.""Then what should we do, Ma?" asked Arga confused."Just fill this big bag with pieces of paper you -- Ella, you have to go there.""Where?" I asked confused."To where the kidnapper is.""I don't know where the kidnapper is," I replied.My mom slapped her forehead in frustration. "You can call him for the kidnapper's address on the grounds that you're going there to give him the $14,000.""But all I gave was a plain scrap of paper?" I asked.My mom nodded. "If you don't come back within 30 minutes, Arga and Harry will come with the police."My mom's idea is absolutely brilliant. I nodded and immediat
Diolinda has been missing for a week without a trace. The police have searched everywhere in the city, but there is no sign of Diolinda. It's been a week since my mom accompanied me at home to just cheer me up, even though I know that my mom's heart was also broken knowing Diolinda had disappeared. In my sad days because Diolinda disappeared, the terrors reappeared. No, this time it wasn't like that horrible incident. Like this morning, I got a message from a different number. Xxxxxxxx : your daughter was stubborn like you, she was even willing to not eat a bit when I only gave her rat innards. I'm sick of reading that message. I cry. I can't imagine my youngest daughter being forced to eat rat's innards. What a savage human. I keep crying every time I read the message from the kidnapper. He even sent me a video showing Diolinda's current st
The alarm on my cell phone rings loudly. Four in the morning. I forced my eyes open. A strong hand was still wrapped around my stomach. I saw the owner of the stocky hand was still sleeping with his face hiding behind my breasts. I felt strange and surprised at the same time. Why does a husband love his wife's breasts more than his children? When the children can be weaned, the husband cannot. Why? Oh, forget it. As long as Arga only likes my breasts and not other women's breasts, it's not a problem. I slowly let go of his hand and headed for the kitchen. I took a deep breath of the air this morning. It's really cool. It was in this kitchen that the incident two years ago took place. For the past two years I have tried my best to heal my trauma. not easy because that incident has killed my son, even my life is also in danger. I smile. I am very grateful to have Rosemary, Diolinda, and Arga who always accompany me during m
Please hold on for mommy, my beloved son. Please stay alive. I'm sure you're very strong. I'm sure you're a great kid.***After hours I was unconscious (said Arga), I opened my eyes. The white room smelled of ethanol immediately greeted me. I saw Arga -- my husband was sitting beside me with his head down and his hand still holding my right hand. Looks like he fell asleep.I stroked his curly hair with my left hand until he woke up. Arga blinked a few times."Are you awake, La?" asked Arga in disbelief.I smiled and nodded.Arga pressed the bell on the right side of my bed. A doctor came into my treatment room and was surprised to see me who had woken up from my 'long dream'.The doctor checked my body, starting from the eyes, pulse, and heart rate."When did your wife wake up?" the doctor asked Arga."Just now," replied Arga."Your wife's condition has started to improve. But you have to keep her in
I saw Arga was neat with his black shirt and black jeans."Are you going to the shop now?" I asked as I handed him a plate of Arga's favorite waffle for breakfast.Arga nodded. "Today Harry started working on me," Arga replied as he shoved the waffle pieces into his mouth.I smiled happily. It's been two months since Arga's business has grown rapidly and it's been two months since Arga has banned me from working again. It's because I'm seven months pregnant. like when I was pregnant with Rosemary and Diolinda, Arga forbade me to work and better stay at home. It sucks."May I come with you to the shop?" I asked hoping this time Arga would allow it.However, my man again still wouldn't allow it."You're pregnant, honey. Rosemary and Diolinda should be home with you," said Arga.I put my puppy eyes on -- hoping that Arga would melt. But the truth is not. My man is so stubborn and undeniable."I bought a friend for you, right
I woke up when the sun had touched my skin.I stretched and opened my eyes. I lazily reached for my phone on the nightstand to see what time it was.Gosh! It's now 7:30 in the morning.I glanced to my left, there was no Arga. Where is she? are my daughters awake?I quickly got up from my bed. But just as I stood up, my head hurt so bad that I had to walk while holding onto the wall so I wouldn't fall.I saw Rosemary and Diolinda watching TV in the living room. While Arga is busy cooking in the kitchen."Why haven't you showered yet? Don't you guys have to go to school today? Honey, why do you look so relaxed? Why didn't you wake me up?" I kept nagging.Arga smiled. He kissed my lips briefly. "Honey, today is a holiday. Did you forget?"My face flushed with embarrassment. How could I forget that today is a holiday? Oh
I still walk around this house with amazed eyes. The person who designed this house must have been a great architect."Can we go back to the stall now?" asked Arga while embracing my waist affectionately. I don't know where he came from."I want to see our bedroom," I said.Arga took me up the stairs to the second floor. There are two doors. Arga opened one of them.I blinked in disbelief when I saw what was in the room. Blue king size bed with wide windows showing plants that are intentionally decorated to propagate on the side walls of the room to add to the beauty of this house."Is this our room, honey?" I asked.Arya nodded firmly."I like it," I said again in awe.Arga smiled. "Thank you, Honey.""I'm the one thanking you, Honey. You've fought everything for me and our two beautiful daughters," I said."You are the woman behind my success. You are the reason for me to be able to fight again. Thank you, my da
"Mom, I want to talk to you," said Rosemary suddenly one afternoon.What is wrong? My eldest daughter seems to have something important to talk about.I took off my glasses. I looked at my eldest little girl. I smile. "What is it, my daughter?" I asked."Mom, dady and you don't need to accompany us to school anymore," Rosemary said diplomatically."Why, Baby? Don't you like it? Are you ashamed to have parents like us?" I asked pretending to be sad."It's not like that, Mom." Rosemary looked panicked.I smile. It seems my daughter thought I thought she was ashamed to have parents like Arga and I."Mommy was just joking, Honey. What's wrong? Why can't dady and I wait for you to go to school?" I asked."Mom, dady and you have to work right? And I know it's all for Diolinda and I. So Diolinda and I agreed to ask mommy and
"Mommy, wake up. Mommy, wake up."My dream was shattered when I felt something shake my bed, especially the voice of a small child which I clearly knew whose voice it was. Who else but the voice of my eldest daughter -- Rosemary.I opened my eyes. That's right, Rosemary has been beside me. She smiled sweetly. Her chubby cheeks seemed to expand. I glanced to my right. Arga is still fast asleep with his hands still wrapped around my stomach."What's wrong, Baby? Why did you wake me up so early?" I asked with sleepy eyes."Mommy, have you forgotten that today is Diolinda and I's first day at school?"I suddenly changed my position which was all lying down to sitting. My eyes widen when I heard Rosemary's words.Sure enough. Isn't today Rosemary and Diolinda's first day of school?"Honey, wake up. Honey, wake up." I shook Arga's body wh