Glorious Life
Prefisso

[BREAKING NEWS]

Newcomer Hollywood star Florenzee Gauri was harshly criticized for exploiting the popularity of Justin Bieber, now fans at war.

(Source: TMZ)

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Kinabalu, January 2015

I stared at my phone screen with nanar, why does it hurt so much when I already know the consequences that I will face after I decided to plunge into a world like this but still I can not get used to it, I should have considered this to be nothing because what happened to me this time was the price I had to pay to become famous like my dream.

I should be fine now but ignoring public opinion, I can't help but be that easy, I have ears to hear and eyes to see, so public opinion really means a lot to me especially for the future of my career.

Don't think I'm an imaging freak, if the fact that's more important to a public figure is imagery? The image to maintain his career, the image to remain standing upright amid the rigors of celebrity glittering lives.

I looked around with a soft look, my heart. The beauty of the sea of Kinabalu tonight can't treat my pain, I picked up the vodka bottle I had just bought at the pub near the beach wanting to take a sip but before the bottle's muzzle touched my mouth the bottle knew it was floating and then fell into the sand without me being able to prevent.

"Wahhhh stop stop stop stop!."

I turned my head and found the figure of an Asian man standing beside me, the suspect who caused my Vodka to float and fall into the sand I looked at him irritated with a tall body with a soothing and refreshing fragrance of floral fruity.

"What the fucking hell you doing!!."

My touch of anger, I faced the man completely with my wrathful face. What the hell try him, whether he lacks a job or how why bother other people he does not know so.

I can understand that he's my fan but hey! I have just debuted and my popularity is not as wow as it is to have fans from abroad, he said, unless he's Justin Bieber's fan who hates dying with me because social climbing is possible.

I tried to stare at him but what I found was that I could only faintly see his face aided by the moonlight, the thick night on the beach made it difficult for me to see who was next to me now.

"How old are you!."

The man also snapped at me, that's not a question but rather leads to a very, very disrespectful sarcasm thrown at strangers like myself – given that we may have just met for the first time, we are taught to be polite to everyone, right? But it seems like this man beside me did not learn such a basic thing well.

"I am sixteen, so why ha! what do you care!."

Shouts I was angry for a long time join ignited my mood that has been worse, he who the hell is not clear why should bother me, why, whether he's a volunteer who cares about the environment or how damn he met him.

"You're not old enough to drink alcohol yet."

His voice raised him to the trouble of stringing words, I don't think he's a native English person considering his foot accent.

"Weird, what cares about you anyway! Just go away!."

"I care, so please don't act like this,” she took a step back vaguely rubbing her face rough and windy waist looking at me straight.

“If I don't stop you what are you doing?! Drink to a drunk?! You know you can drown in there. Want to kill yourself ha?!.”

I was stunned by his words, what will I do after drinking?.

His voice started to soften and it was enough to warm my heart, all this time no one really cared about me they were just worried about the conditions around, he said, afraid that I would act and harm them.

"Running away from those painful things may be but remember to always love yourself, no matter what your circumstances are the number one thing you should care about, not the other."

My eyes were heating up and I think the liquid was flowing from the corner of my eye without me preventing it, I don't know why I was so emotional today.

I cried my defenses crumbled in front of a stranger I fell to my face trying to dodge the loud stuff that I could no longer hold

"I'm sorry, hey it's okay don't cry again okay you're fine.”

the unknown man impolitely clutched me tightly, his warm arms encircling me banishing from the cold night sea breeze and muffling the sound of my increasingly hardened cry.

“I'm sorry, sorry.”

I felt my back in a swipe slowly up and down, making me subconsciously feel better. I should have shouted at him, right? He's harassing me by hugging me like this but damn it I can't even curse him because of the comfortable feeling I get.

I gave up, I returned the man's embrace and bestowed everything on him no matter who he was anymore.

"I just want to work and give my best but why they hate me.”

He stroked my hair trying to calm me down, because carried away my feelings by not knowing shame instead tightened my arms to this stranger in front of me.

"I'm sorry it's okay, you'll be fine.”

Though he doesn't seem to know me, but somehow he always apologizes – apologizes for the painful world.

“Always remember I will always be there for you and I will never hate you, today you can be sad and angry but tomorrow you have to get up and everything will be fine.”

I heard his words with a still muffled sobbing in his chest.

"I need someone like you by my side so can you be by my side?."

What kind of question is stupid! I looked up to find the man shaking faintly, making me feel a very uncool rejection at all.

"Not now."

"But why?."

My voice was still as loud as it was. Plus the effect of being exposed to the sea breeze for too long I started to feel the flu.

"Because I don't deserve it. Wait for me, just wait a minute.”

And that night, Kinabalu beach witnessed my feelings for the first time, the feeling of comfort feeling wanted and appreciated and at that moment I felt pain in my heart for some reason. And the Asian man disappeared without leaving any trace on me afterwards.

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