This story is inspired by a song called "love me, love me, love me" by Kikuo
This story will be in English but some other languages are included
Book cover is not mine, I found it on google
After British gave her independence, he adopted her as his own daughter. But he doesn't really pay attention to her.
3rd person pov-
"Father, look, I made a drawing of you and mother." Said the young Malay girl while showing her drawings.
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"Oh.... very nice,Malaya... " Said the British man without taking his eyes of the newspaper. "But father, you didn't even look at it" Said that little Malay girl, a little sad. Not even a minute after that, a boy came in with a smile on his face. "Father, look, I scored 100 marks for my exam" Said that boy happily. British puts his newspaper aside. "That's amazing, America, you did a good job" Said that British man, while petting his son's head.
Malaysia's pov-
I left father with big brother Ame and walked to my room, feeling sad. "Mungkin betul kata abang MPAJA dan abang MNLA, dia takkan sayang aku macam mana dia sayang abang Ame" I thought to myself, almost letting out a tear. "Mungkin kalau aku boleh jadi lebih baik dari abang Ame, ayah akan sayang aku" I thought to myself again, thinking that I could gain my parents attention if I get smarter.
France pov-
I just finished cooking dinner. "Dinner's ready" I said, calling the rest. They came to the dining room and sit on their chair then started to eat. "So, Ame, how's your exam today?" I asked my son. "I scored 100 marks for my exam, mother" he answered proudly. "That's great" I said, "What about others" I asked, trying to continue the conversation. "I answered a question correctly in class" said Canada.
Malaysia's pov-
"I made a drawing of you and father" I said while showing my drawing. "Oh.... Very cute..." she replied with a low voice, it sounds like she doesn't like it. "What about Aussie and Kiwi?" she asked them, without even caring if her words hurts me.
-after finish eating-
Malaysia's pov-
After I washed the dishes, I go to my room, still feeling sad. "Aku akan buat ayah dan ibu sayang dan bangga dengan aku" I thought to myself.
-some days later-
3rd person pov-
Malaysia did all the chores, studied till midnight to ace her exams, win every competition in her school, and get a lot of achievements for her parents to notice her, but it seems like they still love her male siblings more eventhough they are all adopted. Yet, she still tries her best to get her parents attention.
End of Prolog
This is my first time writing a book, so I apologize if this story is bad, tell me in the comments about how do I improve my writing.
