Unfairr

I don't seem to know my mother; I feel like I'm a stepchild in this house. Why do you care so much about Gita's feelings? But my mother never cared about my feelings as her own biological daughter.

"It's all Mom and Dad's fault, but why should I bear it, Mom?" The tears that I've been holding back are now coming out of the corners of my eyes.

"Because you are Mother's daughter..." Mother answered lightly; not the slightest word of apology came from her lips, making it seem as if my mother had never thought about my feelings all this time.

"I never asked to be born in a mother's womb!" I cried. Deep disappointment made me spontaneously sound rude to my mother; it felt like my chest was too tight to hold this feeling. I saw mom's blank stare; she threw her hand at me, and a split second later, that hand

landed on my cheek.

I did not expect that my mother would have the heart to play hands with me. I threw a look of disappointment at her, and there was no expression of regret on my mother's face, as if she felt she had rightly slapped me.

"Don't be impudent, Anyelir!" Mother cried to me.

"Then I should just shut up? I know you no longer need me; all you want is Gita! I exclaimed, "The heat and pain in my cheeks are not comparable to the heat and pain in my heart; the feeling of disappointment that I have harbored for years is as if I could no longer contain it; I want to vomit everything; I want to let it all out, so that the burden on my heart can be a little reduced." But I can never get that chance; once I answer what my mother said, I will be considered disobedient by her.

Can't I be honest about the feelings I've been harboring all this time?

"Mom, take it easy, because daugther I will be out of this house, and you will lose your daughter, and mom, don't worry, you still have Sis Gita, right? Only Gita is what you want. I slammed my bedroom door loudly, and I left my mother. I needed peace, and I needed time."

When I walked away, I heard my mother's voice asking me to come back. She kept screaming, but I ignored her. I also heard that I had to be at home tonight because my future husband was coming. I still don't think, after what I said to my mother, that she still keeps thinking about this marriage, a marriage that sacrifices me to pay off debts.

I'm still sitting on the edge of the lake. This has become my mainstay when I'm being bullied by problems that have piled up like they are now. A flash of the image of my mother slapping me makes me shed tears again. For some reason lately, I've become a crybaby, making me annoyed at myself alone.

"Is this really the end of my life? What about my love journey with Arman?" Yes, I have been in a relationship for several months with a man named Arman, a medical student. I thought, maybe I should tell this to Arman right now, and maybe Arman can help me.

I drive my car to my boyfriend's apartment; I often go there with other friends because we rarely spend time alone together, even if it's just watching a movie. My relationship with Arman is normal because we have never had an out-of-bounds relationship; even my first kiss was well taken care of.

Now I walked with certainty towards Arman's apartment unit. When I was in front of the door, I immediately entered the security code, namely Arman's date of birth. The door opened, and I entered. But my eyes I squinted when I saw the scattered clothes, and what was even more strange were women's clothes.

'I feel like I know this outfit?' I thought, but I shook my head quickly. It couldn't be him, because, of course, clothes like this have a lot on the outside. But who is this?

I tried my best to keep thinking positively. I reached for the doorknob in Arman's room because I could faintly hear strange voices from inside. I really can't believe what I'm seeing now. Arman is making love with a woman I know very well, Gita.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I left them both with wounds. I didn't think that Arman, a man I know as a good man, would have the heart to betray me, especially my older brother Gita. Was it dissatisfying if Gita made me have to replace her by marrying a foreign man? Now that he's taking Arman, since when was their relationship established? All these questions made me even more dizzy.

I decided to go home, and when I entered the house, it was much better than before. I stepped into my room, and I heard the voice of my mother, who was looking for Gita. I smiled wryly when I realized that my mother was more worried about Gita than me. I walked back to my room, as if not wanting to know them.

I went into the room and locked the door tightly. I took one of the photos, which was a photo of me and Arman that was taken when we had our first dinner. I destroyed the photo as badly as my heart, which he had broken into pieces. I still don't think that if Arman could betray me, that woman would even be Gita, my half-sister. Sis Gita not only destroys my future but also my feelings. I don't know who else to talk to; my own mother will definitely defend Gita more; she won't give a damn about my business, of course.

At night, I was ready because tonight I would meet my future husband. While I was busy fixing my make-up, the bedroom door opened, and I thought it was Mother who wanted to make sure that I didn't run away.

"Wow, look, someone is excited to meet her future husband." From her voice alone, I already know who she is; yes, she is Gita's sister. He smiled smugly at me, showing no guilt at all.

"If Gita just wants to make fun of me, you better go away," I told him. I didn't want to make small talk with him anymore.

"Oh, are you brave now?" Gita's sister stepped forward. She had a glass of juice in her hand, and I knew what she would do. Before he did bad things to me, I knocked on Gita's glass first so that it hit her dress.

"You!!" Gita seems to hold back his anger.

"Anyelir!!" Mother's loud voice was heard, and I already knew what was about to happen.

"If you want to scold me, then I won't want to meet my future husband." I said threateningly, "Today my mood is very bad, and I don't want it anymore." If, at this important moment, my mood is ruined again, walk away. The only thing is a threat.

It turned out that the threat I gave to Mother really worked; she seemed to be sighing and trying to control her emotions. I really wanted to laugh in front of Sis. Gita, but this time her plan to make Mother angry failed.

"Come on, honey, I'll help you clean your dress. You want to have dinner with your boyfriend, right?" Mom said softly that she took Gita out of my room, making me breathe easier.

"Er, but wait," I remembered something, "just now mom said Gita wants to have dinner, right?" with Arman?' I asked myself, but again I shook my head because I didn't want to keep thinking about that man.