"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
“Okay, let’s end this biology lesson with a prayer. Grace, please lead the pray” said mrs.Diana, my biology teacher.“According to individual beliefs, pray begins,” said Grace leading. “Pray enough.”I packed my stationery in my bag and walked out of the classroom.Just a few steps, a boy my age calls me, I know him. He is Wildan, my best friend.“Are you going home?” He asked.I nodded.“Don’t you want to hang out?”“Where are we going?”“I don’t know. To the mall, maybe.”“I don’t have money. I’m also lazy to hang out, Wil.” I said softly.“It’s okay. I’ll just asks Lula.&rdqu
I squirm when the sunshine sting my skin.What time is it now? I asked myself as I reached for my smartphone beside me.Me eyes widened when it was written at 06.45 a.m. I got up grabbed the towel and ran to the bathroom.It only took five minutes for me to shower and change clothes.“Don’t you have breakfast, La?” asked my mother.“I don’t have breakfast, Mom. I’m late,” rejecting me.“Your own fault why wake up late. Do you watch Korean dramas until three in the morning, right?” guessed my mother right.“Hehehe…”I blushed.“Keep on with your bad habit. If you get typhus again, feel it.”I laughed at the expression of my mother who was anxious to face me, whos
Tonight I look busy with a broom in my hand. My sweat started pouring down my temples. Apparently my bedroom is so messy that just tidying it up makes me feel like funning out of a marathon. I don’t know what got into me until started thinking about studying in a clean and tidy room. My daddy was amazed to see me pacing with my hands full of plastic drink bottles, dominated by soft drinks. “Oh my God, Ella, is that a bedroom or a dumpster? Why is there so much trash in your bedroom? No wonder if Kimberly doesn’t wanna sleep with you.” My daddy scolded. I just blushed to hear what my daddy said. “You sleep alone it’s messy like this, how about you sleep with other people?” continued my daddy. “What do you mean, Dad?” I asked not understanding. “You’re all grown
The lesson bell rang. Mrs.Laras has not yet arrived in the classroom, even though she is usually the most diligent teacher. Even 10 minutes before the bell rang, she was already in the classroom. I saw Kenzo, the ruffian student in my class running while hiding under the back seat. At the same time, a teacher in her 50s entered the classroom with a pair of scissors in her hand. She is mrs.Barbara. Who doesn’t know mrs.Barbara? the teacher who has taught at my school for 30 years is quite popular among student, especially naughty male student who deliberately lengthen their hair, even though it is clear in the written regulations that male students are not allowed to lengthen their hair. “Kenzo, where are you?” Mrs.Barbara’s eyes swept around the classroom, trying to find the whereabouts of the brat who had been running around the avoid her. After the drama of the chase, Kenzo was finally caught by mrs.Barbara. the 50 year-old woman seemed satisfied be
“What’s wrong with you, La? Why do you look gloomy?” Arga asked when visiting my house. “It’s okay.” I replied briefly. “Someone she had loved for two years came back after repeatedly dumping her.” Kris, my little brother opens his voice. I glared at him. How dare the runny boy reveal my secret to others, especially to Arga, someone we just met. “Is it true? Then, now? Do you take it back, La?” asked Arga enthusiastically. “What for?”
My class situation has started to be quiet, leaving only Isti and I who are still sitting in the classroom. I am still loyal to hear the express feeling of Isti about her father who is seriously ill. Not occasionally Isti cried. I rubbed Isti’s shoulder – I felt how sad she was. Moreover, Isti is an only child. “I am very afraid if something happens to my father,” said Isti while sobbing. “Sttt… it’s okay. Your father will be fine.” I said comfortably – though I don’t know myself if what I said was true. All I know is I want to strengthen her. “I’m afraid if my father will die of this disease, La.”
I comb my hair neatly in front of the mirror. Today is a decisive day where it is the pinnacle of my studying so far to get a position as a student in the medical faculty at my favorite university of choice. So far I have been trying my best to keep learning - taking many try outs to hone my academic knowledge. My cell phone is ringing. A smile rose from the corner of my lips when I saw the name of the sender of the message was Arga. Arga: fighting for today, my dear. I bet you can! ❤ My fingers quickly started typing. Me: don't you wanna come to cheer me up? I smeared the pink lipstick on my lips. I smiled to see the reflection of my face in the mirror. Those people are right, my and Arga's faces are very similar. Are we matched? Ah, I hope. Tiiiiinngg.... Arga: I'm having an event at my campus, honey. &n
My parents' faces lit up after hearing the news that one of the private universities in my city is still open for registration for the nutrition science study program. With burning enthusiasm, my papa took me to the test there. "Pray before starting the exam and keep focused on doing the questions yes," said my father giving me support. I nodded firmly, then walked into the exam room, leaving my papa alone in the waiting room. *** I finished the academic test, physical test, and interview test at exactly two in the afternoon. The worms in my stomach had been protesting because of hunger. Luckily my papa is sensitive to take me to his favorite food stall. We ordered meatballs and chicken noodles an
"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