Chapter 2: Chap 2 - Prontagonist
Rian.
My name is Rian. I am a 16-year-old girl. Gemini.
My height is 162cm and my weight is 40 kg, sometimes I lose 1-3 kg when I'm stressed.
My hair is long, black and thick.
My skin is pale, slightly yellowish-but I'm Javanese. Living in Solo.
My favourite subjects are history, social studies, PKN, Indonesian and English.
My hobbies are watching movies, surfing on internet and cycling. I once won Taekwondo at middle school.
I’ve a weakness, Short-term-memory, which means Im difficulty remembering or forgetting events that recently happened.
My strength is long-term-memory, yes, I remember very old events that make people surprised because I still remember them.
Then. . .
Most people whose don't know me or just met me, they think I'm cold as ice, bitchy-from the looks of it-face.
But after that they were surprised because my face was the opposite of my character.
Mimosa.
Flowers are the right words to describe who I am.
Wild flowers that are leaves touched by, will be covered-closing. Purple flowers. It hasn’t smell but it's everywhere, always being stepped on.
I think I was born lucky. But I just realized that my life is very unlucky, far from normal.
It started with divorced parents. Not a few people think that a divorced household is a disaster, but I consider my parents' divorce as a gift.
In the past, my days full of shouting, full of crying, beating and the most painful thing is live in awful life, still get compared to other people, they are more sorry for who cannot eat every day.
The life of a broken-home and a broken-heart is a taboo, sadness. Not as sad as poverty for my country-most citizens.
In fact, I often don't eat because I have no money. My family is often hungry, the head of our family does not come home for a month or even 2 months without giving money. Returning home, threatened my mother with divorce if the car and house were not sold.
Hmm. . . heartbreak is also an awful. People always say 'baper'(over sensitive) to someone who broken heart. That’s word make more broke their heart because their heart and sincere feelings are considered 'excessive'.
Then I chose silence. Instead of me telling stories, instead of releasing stress, I choose silence rather than they trivializing my stories and comparing my life with other someone life.
As if my life and my feelings are not as heavy as others.
I hate when this word coming.
"Don't be so sad,"
"Instead of your life, you can still stay at home, can eat, but the poor can't."
"Remember behind you there are people who are more pathetic."
Those words hurt as much when they were scratched by a sharp object. It feels stuck in the chest.
Hahahaha….
I want to hear the word . . .
"Your life is very hard, but you can smile, thank God."
"You're so strong, I can't imagine how its."
“Thank God, you still survived until now.”
I have never heard such words.
So far I have not met someone with a genuine.
And I no longer expect them to come into my life to say that.
I was already a shy-daughter. Spiny, unscented, leaves closed to the touch. Middle child. Invisible-one.
I want time to go fast. I want go to the future. I want to have my own life.
That is it.
Calm.
Start a new chapter in life.
I really hope this school term ends quickly.
Amen.
Even I knew everything not made to be happy.
...
Rian sat on the floor, showing her feet on the grass. The grass was wet after the early-morning-rain. Therefore, grey welcomes Rian. Cool air seeps into Rian's skin.
Breathe take morning air as much as possible. Rian's mind and heart become calm.
Holiday season only 2 weeks. Remembering that Rian took another deep breath of air. The pressure of lessons, school assignments and exam so tortured her as a school student.
Other people go to school to earn penny. Especially being able to gather with friends for the general reason of school students.
Unfortunately for Rian, school is not a place for her to take refuge or a place to escape from her family problems.
At home sometimes when the father comes home, the mother greets with a fight. When her parents fought, Rian found herself most often. While her sister was busy going with her boyfriend, the younger brother came home from school and slept, and played until the night.
So Rian at home most often watches and hears fights.
For now she is alone at home. She doesn't know when her sister and brother come home, all she knows is that her mother comes home at 9 pm. Rian didn't even care about her father coming home.
Because she knows her father is being used by his friends. Dating with girl who drains the money of married men until there is nothing left.
Rian disappointed when her mother and her had a fight, the father figure did not come to help her.
Her loving father who diligently took er out every weekend, now only Rian's memory is in elementary school.
Rian believes that separation between her mother and father is the best way. So that the mother will not sick, not let alone vent her emotions to her children, when the mother finds out that the gold digger SMS on the father's cellphone wants to ask for a share of the money.
Hearing their voices, Rian recalled the bitter incident that happened to her.
Rian got interrupted her daydream, the sound of her phone's incoming message ringing woke her up. Rian reads the message containing the class order.
Rian will meet his new classmate because the class order is based on the reg number.
New classmate. Rian had to adapt.
Suddenly Rian's mood clouded a bit. Then Rian rushed to the mini market, she sighed and put her cellphone into the kitchen table drawer.
She went for a walk. Wearing a gray hoodie, black sweatpants.
Walking to the mini market. Yes, even though the distance is quite close, for Rian, it includes exercise when walking.
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Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone