I don't want to know people's business
something else is deeper because I'm still having trouble with the current situation, I'd better go to the kitchen and make instant noodles, I'm really hungry because I haven't had dinner yet, so how am I going to have an appetite if Tasya keeps attacking me with curses rude and also demeaning self-esteem that has been destroyed continuously. I took instant noodles in the kitchen drawer then changed to take a pot and I gave water
enough time after some time this food is done too. I took rice in mejikom as a companion to my homemade diamond noodles. I was silent for a moment as if something was missing on my plate, but have I had instant noodles, rice, I immediately remembered that it was a half-cooked fried egg that had not.
Now all the fillings are complete
in my plate, I immediately sat down on the dining table, I almost directed the fork containing the noodles mixed with rice into my mouth but the sound of footsteps tapping on the floor sounded loud in this quiet room. I gulped, afraid that if it was Tasya, she might forbid me to eat dinner and throw this food on the floor like the chocolate Liora gave me the other day.
I looked at the door, and my head fell straight down at the instant noodles on the plate, when these eyes saw the figure of Sadam looking at me with his cold gaze.
"Yes, God protect me and let me eat this instant noodle until it runs out because I'm so hungry," I thought, asking for help from the owner of the universe.
This heart beats faster as Sadam's steps get closer, I don't dare to eat the noodles in the plate and can only bow my head at him. The sound of my stomach began to growl and immediately stopped Sadam's footsteps that were almost past. I closed my eyes afraid mixed with shame he said that word already describes the various feelings in this heart.
"If you're hungry, just eat." Sadam's voice was flat. At least this man has more heart than Tasya, that's what I thought.
"W-okay," I stuttered with a
the voice trembled.
"Next time don't miss a meal
night," said Sadam again. "I don't want you to die because if that happens then I will not get an inheritance from papa," continued Sadam again.
I can only nod head with a bitter smile, it was sad when the man said the reason he told me to eat on time was just because he was afraid of losing his inheritance.
Sifana, you can definitely get through this ordeal and remember that your beloved sister needs a lot of money for her treatment. I just kept motivating myself and only then did I find my purpose in life to survive in this difficult situation.
The twilight gradation looks beautiful
decorated the sky, the trees swayed here and there following the breath of the wind carrying it, I saw every leaf that was there swaying with the same rhythm. I stood in front of the bedroom window, still trying to enjoy the fresh scent of this morning. 10 more minutes is time for me to make breakfast, and after that I go straight to the market to shop for kitchen needs that have run out.
2 hours later.
I just got off the shuttle In general, I brought four large crackers filled with groceries, including fruit, fish, vegetables and other kitchen necessities to stock up for the next few days. The hot sun stung my skin even though it was covered by a long cloth that wrapped my body up to my wrists and I also wore black jeans with ankles so as not to show my body shape, yes I am the type of woman who doesn't like to wear open clothes like most women. I lift two baskets in each hand, this is very heavy, but I have to keep walking far to Erlanga's residence which is a pretty good distance if you walk what more with carrying a lot of groceries like this.
I've stepped about 10 minutes and my hands felt like they were about to leave their place, even more so my knuckles started to turn red and it was clear that the crackle image in this handbook was clear, by regulating my breath slowly I still forced my feet to walk towards Erlanga's residence.
Tin tin tin!
"Who the heck, lit the horn a car that doesn't know the rules like this, can't you see if the road is still very empty," I muttered irritated when I realized that now I was walking on the side and the car behind me was still telling me to pull over, it's really outrageous this is how the fate of the poor is always on the road. oppressed by the rich. I didn't turn around when the car that honked the horn slowly walked beside me until someone's voice started to make me curious and looked at this luxury car.
"Hey, do you still remember I?" asked a handsome man who was driving his car. I frowned trying to remember who he was, but I failed to do so, maybe because I'm tired of being stupid like this, I thought.
"I am the man who bought the fried food," said the man looking at me slowly, I can still clearly see his face because the man deliberately lowered his car window and drove very slowly. "In front of Soewandhie Hospital," the man continued.
"I remember," I answered shortly then
looking straight ahead again. I saw the man was still driving his car, slowly following. Why is he still not leaving even though I already answered that if I remember him, I don't like being close to strangers the most and I don't know this man is kind or not this makes me even more uncomfortable, and I accelerate my footsteps towards Erlanga's residence and unfortunately still far enough distance that I have to travel while my hands I couldn't carry these groceries any longer, the pain in my knuckles seemed to radiate to my elbows and shoulders.
"Let me help you carry all this, you better get in my car, so I can take you home," I don't know since when this man got out of the car and was beside me. I put some distance between us, I'm more afraid to see him offer help because in modern times like this it is very suspicious if a foreign man offers to help, and I have to refuse.
"No need to bother the employer's residence I'm not far from here, I can walk alone now you can go," I said politely while still keeping my distance from him.
"You don't have to hesitate because I have good intentions, look at that your hands are turning red like this, let me just help," this foreign man held my hand he was about to take the crackle I brought.
"Mister, thank you, I don't want
help, I prefer to walk," maybe I'm not very good at lying, but that's all I can think of right now.
I saw this foreign man start
frustrated at my refusal, maybe because he really felt sorry for me or because of something else. "Sis, I only intend to help, nothing more," the man coaxed again.
"I don't want to, I walk
just." Finally, I ran out of patience and yelled at him, and at that moment a man got out of the car, and that man was Sadam.
'At first I thought you cared about me, but it turns out that you only think about inheritance, it's really sad. Isn't that like Sadam.'