What If I'm Not Good Just
Badule

I don't want my parents to get called to school, they're tired of working. My dad works in an office, a lowly employee, my mom sells cookies, pastries at the market, at a coffee shop. Another afternoon I , my brother and my first brother sell cakes around the house or taken away where.

Life is not easy for me when I talk about economics.

" Hey Cas, look at your badul, " said Golda.

" Gak ahhh, no bad guy, because of him I often hit my papa, smart, but attitude no, ", said Casey.

" Ciyeee....., common grudges huh Cas? hate to be love, " said Iren.

" It's not like Ren , I'm hard to fall in love" Casey said.

Life taught me a lot about everything, from an early age, hard life made me better understand what I was like in this world. How to live all fitting, even shortcomings. How not to kneel anything,.

I remember, circumstances made me make a mistake. By Junior High, my brother was already in High School. My brother and brother, always given pocket money, they can buy bags, can buy anything they want . Not with. My father raised chickens, every Saturday, the result of selling a lot of chicken eggs, my brother and sister received .

Honestly, there are sometimes I want to buy a bag like my sister has when the price is not expensive, but I do not have money, snacks alone also never existed .

I then , once took a chicken egg, sold it without anyone knowing , and the money I bought a binder which was then again trending .

I know I was wrong, but having an unjust parent and discriminating, made me do this all .

And that's just me doing it once, and I regret it. I'm more accepting of whatever happened , saddened by the difference in treatment , it's become commonplace, I'm not vengeful either . If I am always told to anyone, but more often my papa who tells me to family or friends say I am naughty and others, when I am not, then I can only be silent , I'm getting quieter, if anyone comes to the house, I step away and go up to the 2nd floor.Our rented house at that time from the board .

I could not defend my rights at that moment, could only sit pensively with tears streaming down my cheeks . I became a person who menjahui family or family.Diriku I wrap to survive.Sometimes I ask, why was I born in this world, if only to receive pain and injustice.

Treatment for treatment I received , finish my psychic as a child . I should have been protected, but it was never done by my parents . Revenge not, only until now, still often I ask, why my papa, if the same me, always rude, always never love me, I'm wrong what?

" Cas , your skin is black , you do not look the same to your 3 brothers," said my neighbor's Double Auntie .

" Yes Tan, like the neighbor's son, '" I said withholding annoyance, because often in the words of anyone about my skin and face that is different from my other brothers.

" Cas, how beautiful you are from your brother who is rags, skinny, while they are fat, " said Aunt Sisi Neighbor tip

" Muji what a sincere tan?" I hold back my tears.

Casey went with his wound.

Beside the house of the cacao plant, it was my papa that planted. Once upon a time, no matter who picked up the cacao leaves, without asking, my papa picked up the wild plant, threw away the leaves, then hit the twig at my feet. Very painful and sick, if in ancient times, where there is a child protection community, where there is a HAM who participated in defending.

I was just silent, when the twig, was flogged to my feet, was impregnated, it was so incredibly painful that even in the shower I had to cry. At that time, I just held back the cry, if I make a sound then the lash of plants at my feet will increase, while not making a sound.

Where is my mama? he was never there, when I was treated unfairly.....

I was innocent, but had to be judged as the perpetrator, my age at that time was around grade 3 SD and 4 SD.

If my schoolmate in Elementary said, My test results are red on my papa, then I have made sure the belt is large, landed on my feet.

And I hate that classmate of mine, why she always dances on my sad top, even her mom the kid is proud because her kid's grades are good, and happy if I get beat up 'em , there is no conscience .

" Om, Casey scores red, he was at madiramin guru" Badul said

And the twigs landed on my calf . So sore. Badul was very happy. From SD , always ngadu.

" If you don't ngadu, you don't feel good well, mentang smart, you ngadu and happy to see me hit, you are evil," Casey said to leave Badul.

And do you know, when High School , my friend who likes to complain about this value, likes me and invites me to walk, has his cousin ask me where after church, I answer as is, I said, well coming home, I didn't respond to anything the man did . His name is called Badul, his name does not need to be cool really cool, after all he is a annoying character, hehehehe.

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Don't Forget

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