A Hot Selebgram
A Betrayal

Flashbacks

This morning the sun was still shy away from the dispute. The air is still cool and for some people the morning is a good start to the day.

Yes, just for some people. What about the others? There are also those who have bad luck like me...

Byuuuurr!!!!

I woke up and immediately sat up straight as a glass of cold water flushed down my face. My nose was spicy and my ears seemed to be watering in. I tilted my ears so that the incoming water could come out.

I dare not scold the one who doused me with water. I already know who it is. The fierce face of Aunt Sofie, my stepmother instantly made the anger in me turn into fear in an instant.

"I screamed from below! I told you to wake up, eh you're even delicious here! What do you think you are princess?!" maki Aunt Sofie on this sunny morning.

"Ma... Sorry Aunt. Lara didn't listen! Lara was very tired yesterday after the thesis trial." I replied in a nervous voice and squealed softly. I'm so scared that Aunt Sofie's mad. Better apologize for letting the anger go.

"I don't care! Get up and you wash the car Anggi! Wanna go him! Aunty doesn't want Anggi to go in a dirty car!" bruk. A dirty rag was thrown in my face. "If it's not clean, you can't have breakfast!"

Aunt Sofie then left while slamming the door of my room tight. Makes me have to calm my heartbeats in shock. Again and again he treated me.

"There must be no Papa, so Auntie is doing it early in the morning!" grumbling. I stared at the dirty rag that had been thrown in my face. If I had dared to fight it... Unfortunately, I'm too cowardly to fight all this injustice.

My name is Lara Handaka. I am the daughter of a wealthy businessman named Handaka Prabumulya, owner of Handaka Group. After my mother died, my father decided to remarry with Aunt Sofie who already had a daughter who was the same age as me, her name is Anggi who now has the name Handaka behind her name.

At first Anggi and Aunt Sofie were nice to me, they were so considerate and warm that I agreed and allowed Papa to remarry. Honey, their sweet attitude is just a mere mask. Like the story of onions and garlic, I must accept the fate of being treated unfairly in my own home.

Aunt Sofie threatened me, if I didn't want to be the sweet child who obeyed her every command, she would destroy my Papa at any cost. I don't have the courage to fight. I was born a coward, I was too afraid my father would get hurt. I don't want to lose the only old man I still have.

Be me treated arbitrarily by them, especially if Papa is not at home. I don't cry, it's common to be treated like a sneaky lackey to make my tears dry.

I picked up the dirty rag and looked at the bed sheets and bed covers that were wet from the water that had been splashed onto my face. Hopefully it will dry, if you ask to change the sheets it will be scorned again, my prayer in the heart.

I went to the car garage too. There's a maroon car that belongs to Anggi that I have to wash. Where did Anggi go yesterday until his car was this dirty? There's a lot of mud I need to clean.

"Non Lara wants what?" asked Bi Ida who saw me pouring soap in a bucket of water.

"You want to wash Anggi's car, Bi!" my answer.

"Wooh! How is Non Lara sacred? Let's just have a Aunt, Non!" Bi Ida was not feeling well, her employer was told to wash the car instead of her.

"Let me, Bi. We both will have to grumble. Auntie just come into my room! Please dry my bed cover that is wet with water spills yes, Bi!" doorstep

Bi Ida said, He knew that if He helped would even backfire on me later.

I washed Anggi's car, which never said a word of thanks at all for my services that have made the car clean again. Anggi immediately left, and slammed the car door tightly in front of me. I can only stroke the chest to see his behavior more arbitrary.

I confirmed my big framed glasses. Somewhat dirty because when brushing the tire earlier got splashed. Finished with the task of washing the car, I then went into the room.

Aunt Sofie had gone to Arisan and gathered with her social gang. I remembered that today I would surprise Arya Prabakesa, my beloved sweetheart. I have to get ready.

Of course, using hair oil even makes my hair braided one to the back more visible. People might think I haven't shampooed because of my limp hair. Nothing, the important thing is that my hair is neat, no hair comes out when hit by the wind.

The dirty glasses I cleaned and I put on my face that looked a little dull because I worked side by side at the cake shop. Not a single bit of make-up adorned my face. Plain. Only baby powder worth ten thousand, it was not used up for 3 months I used.

I care less about appearance. My pocket money has been arranged by Aunt Sofie, just enough to ride an angkot and buy lunch in the cafeteria. There is no extra money to go to the salon or just buy books.

I never complained. I decided to find a side job in order to finance my needs and also finance the life of my beloved Arya.

Arya is a student who wanders from the village. Arya got a scholarship because of her intelligence. Her parents are just farmers who still have to pay for their younger siblings, not being able to give much money for Arya's living expenses in Jakarta.

Thanks to the money I made working at the bakery, I was able to finance Aryan boarding house every month. The money sent from Aryan's parents was used for daily meals and buying college equipment.

Not only that, my pocket money was also used to treat Arya. I chose to bring provisions from home just so that Arya could buy food in the cafeteria. Pity him if he had to endure hunger because he had no money to eat.

Yes, my love for Arya is indeed blind love. Arya is the head of the student senate. His ability to speak makes him much loved by students. Having Arya as a lover is the greatest pride of my life.

I remember when I first met when we were OSEK, Arya was immediately kind to me. Arya was so considerate and our relationship became closer in no time.

Yesterday we had a thesis hearing together, soon we will graduate. I can finally help Arya until she graduates. It's not in vain that I've been working in a bakery all this time. Arya would love me so much.

I stopped by the pastry shop to buy Arya's favorite cake. The brownies I picked because they're durable in an Aryan boarding house that doesn't have a fridge.

I walked with cheerful steps. I helped finance Arya. After graduation I will ask Papa to give Arya a job at the company. Arya has to learn about the company because she will lead the company if we are married. Later I will be called Lady Arya Prabakesa. Ah.. pleased!

I smile to myself. It doesn't matter if I've been the subject of attention since the other passengers.

I stopped the angkot near the Aryan boarding house. This boarding house is free to enter and exit men and women. Arya who asked for a boarding house there because of her position as the chairman of the senate, sometimes meetings are held at her boarding house. He doesn't like a lot of rules. I just according. I believe what Arya said.

I went into the boarding house. I wonder why there is a car owned by Anggi that I washed this morning in the yard of Arya boarding house?

Not to be bad to think, I also went to Arya's room. The smile on my face continued to expand with my happy heart.

I also arrived in front of Arya's room located on the second floor at the end. I set my breath to be calmer. This time, the surprise has to work.

I raised the cake box a bit high and suddenly I opened the door of Arya's room.

"Surpriseeeeeee!!!!"

The smile on my face disappeared. I can't believe what I saw with my own eyes. Inside Arya's room, I saw Anggi my half-brother.

Anggi looks naked, Anggi is on Arya's body while mendes*h together. Those who were shocked by my arrival, stopped their disgusting deeds and hurriedly immediately put on his clothes that were scattered on the floor.

I'm still stuck in front of the room. I can't believe what I've seen. What did Arya and Anggi do?

My tears began to break down without command. I feel like my heart hurts so much. My sincere love has been betrayed. Why is Arya so brave to me? Why does my love mean nothing in Arya's eyes?

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