PrincesAuntum

My encounter with him was a blessing because he showed me another side of this world that I have not seen before. Our acquaintance was a joyful one because he transformed me into a flawless girl despite having a number of imperfections myself. I was, by no means, a quintessential girl. I was an eyesore to everyone. Even so, had I been able to turn back the hands of time, I would prevent our existence from being known to each other. There were so many things that I have lost because of him. He was a boy that would always be in my memory. I would never bury my hatchet.

UNFORGIVEN BOY (ENG)

"Oh yeah, Rick... you come over to the house! Your Papa keeps on terrorizing Om, here!"


you—me? It seems they are very close. Or is it because Mr Irwan is not old enough to be called uncle? That's why he is still slang? I do not understand. Moreover... why is Papa Ricky looking for him? Haven't Ricky and Papa seen each other all this time?


"Ricky has been living at uncle's house for the last few years," said uncle Irwan as if he knew what was in my brain. I looked down... embarrassed.


"If you don't come. Your Papa will take a photo of your Mama and sister. Are you willing? Hm?"


Ricky just kept silent. For some reason... the joy suddenly disappeared. Now... Ricky's dark side looks so natural. Ricky's side always seems lonely.


"Come on, come back!" he cried, ignoring Om Irawan's words. He grabbed my hand, led me out of the Police Station and then into the parking lot.


"Do you want to accompany me?" he asked. After a long silence, he stood behind a black car that probably belonged to uncle Irawan.


"I want... we face it together," I said. I grabbed his hand, making Ricky look at me.


"Do you still love me if you know how my family is?" he asked. His sad brown eyes look even more painful, and I don't want to see him like that.


"I'm sure... my feelings won't change for you, Rick." she smiled. Get in the black car. I followed him then we left from there. Honestly... my hands are still shaking. And even... this shaking was getting worse. Yeah... I know, I'm too brave for something like this. I should have turned down Ricky's invitation. I should have just told him to go.


Not how long the journey from the Police Station. Approximately 45 minutes. We arrived at an elite housing complex in the South Jakarta area.


And our goal is... the magnificent house that is there—even the house, more majestic than the others. For a moment, I stared at Ricky with increasingly shrinking guts. Ricky... is not a random person. He was a wealthy man. How can he love me, who is poor and ugly like this?


My eyes caught the big motorbike he was driving during the fight. Even the red car used to take me home when it was raining. He said that if the items belonged to Mondy, even Randy, in the past. But in fact... all of them belonged to him. But... what if he never came home? Why are those motorbikes and cars here? I don't understand at all.


"Come on down." invite him. I obeyed his words and then slowly followed his steps from behind. I'm like an ugly duckling that strayed into a magnificent palace. I feel like I want to go home. How could a slum-like me exist in a place as grand as this?


"Ricky!" shouted a servant who opened a large door like the door of the brown State palace. Ricky was silent, not answering the maid's greeting. While I... clumsy and feel alone.


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