At half past nine I just finished breakfast with Mother and Alif. Mother stood carrying dirty dishes to the kitchen while I saw Alif he was sitting stretched out on the floor, his gaze focused on the many study books on the table. He is too eager to achieve goals. I smiled watching his persistence. "Sister! Alif wants to be a doctor when you grow up. So you can treat other people. Then for example, you can take care of Alif and Mama, you don't have to pay. It's free ... free ... free!" said Alif a year ago, a month after Papa's departure. Alif is determined to pursue his dream of becoming a doctor. She felt guilty for not being able to do anything for Papa until the end of his life. Therefore, he has a dream of helping others who need help. Last night when I returned home, Mama got angry because I didn't give her any news from morning to night. Alif looked normal, but after I talked to her she didn't answer, she seemed angry. After I talked carefully about th

"Malik wouldn't like to bring women to home. This is the first time he brings a stranger and is happy to accept the presence of new people in this family. You must be special for Malik."Is that true? How could it be, even he often laughs to me when I get fail, also heartless, cruel, cold! It would be too much to mention it one by one. How can this woman say that I am special to Mr. Malik. That is a liest. The woman stood with her back facing the window. From behind, I saw her black hair fluttering in the wind. When my gaze turned to the photo above the nightstand. The woman turned around, walked closer to me. She touched my shoulder, led me to sit on the large bed which I guessed was her room.  Large and very luxurious filled with many expensive items. My eyes couldn't stop combing the view across the room. Fortunately, this woman didn’t protest or feel uncomfortable. In this huge room, I make sure its about twice of size my room. Ther

"Nada!" "Yes, Mom?" "Your friend came, let's go out first. You tell that you’ve got better now" Mother said from the outside this room. Without asking any more questions, I shuffled out of bed and hurriedly put on my jacket to cover my tight underwear. The door opened, Mother’s figure was gone. Maybe she going on the downstairs to make a drink for them. I peeked from above looking at the living room. Their backs looking so familiar. Arumi and Daniel they came. I carefully descended the steps, tightening the buffer, so as not to fall. They welcomed when realize my existence. Soon both of them immediately stood up for a moment after seeing me. Arumi led me to sit on the living room sofa. His eyes were fixed on my face, touched my chin then tilted it to the right then left, after which he said anxiously, "Nothing was scuffed, right?" Her ridiculous question pissed me off. She thought that I’