Irene, who was still fuming with anger, walked home with a stern face. The incident with Victor was still impressive and repeated in the eyes. She was angry, too angry. But deep in the corner of her heart, she acknowledged the truth that came out of the man's mouth. And because of that, she is in the most miserable state right now.
Irene, who was still fuming with anger, walked home with a stern face. The incident with Victor was still impressive and repeated in the eyes. She was angry, too angry. But deep in the corner of her heart, she acknowledged the truth that came out of the man's mouth.
She stopped walking. Examining the house in front that has been occupied for years. Which, since she was little, she had never felt enough joy. She was happy with her father, with her stepbrother Ivan, but... other than that the house felt like hell. She can never breathe normally there.
At the time, Victor voice ones again echoed in his ear, '... You know your life is a mess, but still you keep trying to hold on to it. Why?... '
"Why?" Irene raised the question herself. She also didn't get it herself. Then, suddenly came her courage. She is feeling determined. To change her hell life.
Both her hands began to clasp. She said right then,
"I saw you. No one can mess with me if I wanted." Irene was walking eagerly towards the entrance of her house. She looked into every corner of the house. Her father still not coming home, also Ivan, who probably still at school. What a perfect timing. She wanted to come clear eye to eye with her stepmother. Now or never.
She dashes into her stepmother's room. The room that share with her father, of course. She comes in without even knocking. Her stepmother, who is laying lazily there shocked to see Irene, who dare come in there which the girl never before.
"What the heck? What are you doing here? Are you crazy?!" Olivia started her voice engine as usual. She didn't realize the change in Irene yet.
Irene looked sharply at her stepmother.
"If I am crazy then you must be crazy too, as you always come into my room like this." She said in a cold voice.
Olivia changed her face. She felt it now. This Irene seems different somehow.
Without waiting for her stepmother to say anything else Irene continued to look for something. The item that her stepmother took this morning. She is copying her stepmother movement. Making a mess here and there.
"Hey! You crazy bitch!"
Olivia got up from her bed in a daze. Trying to stop Irene but Irene this time want to win. She wants to win so bad that she fight back with all her might.
When Olivia grabs her hair, Irene extends her hand to grab Olivia's hair too. She didn't care anymore if she is older than her. Besides, they have no blood relation what-so-ever.
"Let go!" Olivia screams.
"Let go of me first, then I will!" Irene didn't give up.
Unable to bear the attack, Olivia let go of Irene first. With that, Irene let go of her hand. Olivia held her aching head while watching Irene that stood there with a fluctuating breath, also looking at her.
Then, Irene is scanning the room. She saw the handbag that the old woman always carried everywhere. Quickly, she approached it and picked it up.
"What are you doing?!" Olivia forgot her pain instantly. In nervous, wanting to snatch back her handbag.
But, this time Irene didn't give her space. Quickly Irene opened the handbag and searched for her money envelope. There. She finally sees it. But, this time she also takes another one. She knows that is what her dad give to Olivia before. Just this time she wants her to feel the same things that she felt.
"Give that back!" Olivia screams madly. Seeing Irene taking her property, she explodes.
Irene threw the handbag to the floor and ran into her bedroom. Olivia then inspects her handbag to see what Irene is taking. Seeing that Olivia had not yet coming together, Irene quickly stuffed the envelope containing the money into her backpack. Zip it all over. Then she took out a large piece of luggage. Took all her clothes that she has although not many, her notebook, simple cosmetics and all that can fit there. All that belongs to her.
"You!" While Irene was still packing her things Olivia came into the room. Her eyes looked here and there at what Irene was doing.
"You want to run away from home now, huh? If that's so giving back my money and just go to hell!" Olivia approached Irene as both her hands seemed to be trying to strangle the girl.
Irene is quick to catch the situation because Olivia's move is slow due to her fat body and just slides behind and pushes her towards the floor.
Olivia that missed her step when Irene pushed her to fall, ended up lying on the floor. Irene quickly closed her luggage and then looked at her stepmother before she left. Not because she was disturbed with the woman's condition, but because she wanted to say something.
Olivia struggled to turn her body. When she finally did, she looked at Irene like she wanted to devour her here and now. She wanted to get up, but her legs suddenly hurt. Sprained. Making her sit back on the floor.
Seeing that, Irene calmed down a little. She knew, the woman couldn't do anything to her anymore.
Suddenly, Olivia began to cry. There was the sound of footsteps rushing into the room. Apparently she knew that at that time Ivan had already returned from school. This is the time for her acting in front of his beloved child.
"Sis Irene? Oh no! Mom! What's wrong?" Ivan continued to run towards his mother who was on the floor.
"Ivan, look at her. She hit me and push me just now." Olivia started.
"Huh..." Irene could already guess that. She didn't care and just tying her long hair. Feels a bit uncomfortable with the sweat coming out a lot due to their fights.
"Sis. Is that true?" Ivan asks.
"Why ask her? Look at my foot that already sprained because of her." Ivan inspects his mother's foot. He can see clearly the part that now turns a bit blue.
Not wanting to linger there any longer Irene began her talk,
"I gave you a lot of time. Since I was little. I never remember feeling the love of a mother . When my father wanted to remarried, I feel happy because that means I will have a mother. And you at the time treated me so well. After that, all my hopes were destroyed. Turns out you're just acting so that my father accepted you. Behind his back, you hit, cursed, shouted at me as if I had no feelings. Why? Why do you do that?" Irene ask honestly.
Olivia then lost her words. Refuse to look at the girl who asking. Ivan in there, look at his sister who was fragile in front of him at that time. He never knows the real story and never ask. And now, his curiosity finally revealed.
"But, I still wait. Waiting for you to at least realizing your wrongdoing. Waiting for you to at least apologize to me. But what's that I get? A scar in my heart now cannot even remove." Irene stop for a while before continuing.
"I know that you already change this house name of owner to yours. Its not my father anymore. So, without a doubt if anything happens to him I will be thrown out right? Its not that you ever thought me as your daughter anyway. "
"Of course I will throw you out. This house is for me and Ivan only. You are only a stranger in my eyes. If I can, I want to put you in the orphanage when you were little, but I know your father would never do that. So, just get lost now! Never come here again. I don't want to see your face anymore! " Olivia starts to get angry when she is not the person who should be angry there.
"Mom!" Ivan cannot believe what he hear just now.
"I've never been wrong so, why do I have to apologize to you?" Olivia asked, still haughty. Irene's words did not impress her at all.
"I pity my father that, have you, bitch as a wife." With that Irene went out while pulling her luggage away. Never wanted to spend any other second there.
Ivan feels that he should stop his sister, but he was ashamed. Too embarrassed by what his mother said just now.
After a bit away from the house, Irene, finally crumble down. The dark sky seemed to sympathize with her fate. The rain also suddenly came down profusely. Wetting her.
"Argh! Why! Why only bad things happening to me!" Irene screaming in anger where she stood. Also getting angry with the sudden rain.
Her tears fell rapidly wetting her cheeks together with the rain. For the first time she's crying out loud, quite a while. With all of her heart.