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)

In the past, I was the one who told Ricky that his friends weren't being sincere with him. But now, I'm starting to realize who isn't being sincere to Ricky. Not his friends, but myself.

"Nilam," I stumbled, the voice deep and frustrated. I immediately looked back, apparently, Mrs. Marita was already standing behind me. Her face was wrinkled, it looked like she had a lot of burdens on her mind. "Follow me to the BP room now, okay?" she continued.

I just nodded. In fact, my mouth is still dry to just get the words out. All I could do was, bow my head deeply, and follow Mrs. Marita's footsteps. Because the children looked at me with disturbing cynical eyes. Honestly, I don't like that.

"Honestly, I am very disappointed with this, Nilam ..." said Mrs. Marita after a while at her residence.

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