The story of my everyday life

06-25-17

Sunday

No classes, no waking up early, no heavy bag on my back, etc…

I hate everything stupid that I see. I hate noisy. I hate coward people, I hate someone who's joining in other lives that is not important. I hate them. So much.

But all of this is what I've been feeling right now.

Everything is noisy. No space. No quite place nor quite room. Everything is a mess. So many stupid people and cowards.

I hate here so much. I hate being here for almost 15 years of my life. I hate going outside. I'm always at the house. At my room.

But I never had a quite life. I never had a better and wealthy life.

We're not rich. We're just poor.

I don't have expensive clothes nor expensive house.

I may have a room but no door.

No clean place.

No safe place.

No happy and quite place.

I am poor since I was born.

I opened my eyes with a not safety place nor clean.

But I have a auntie. She's actually not my auntie. I just call her auntie.

When I was a kid, We did vacation on her place.

She's a successful woman.

She has a mansion and a quite place.

I begin to be happy when we always go there and sleep.

So quite and neat.

How I wish to stay like this until the end…

But I was wrong.

I thought everything is fine until my auntie and my grandmother in my father side begin to be a traitor in auntie (the owner of the house).

My auntie and my grandmother in my father side is working there as their maid even though the mother of the owner of the house and the mother of my father is sibling or cousin I guess?

They just escape the house without any word to auntie.

After some days, one of the people who lives in the house of auntie said that one of her jewelry is missing.

So they thought that my auntie and grandma are the culprint Because they just escape from the house without telling why.

So auntie ( the owner of the house ) began to be mad at them.

So because my auntie and grandmother is my father sibling and mother, they thought that my father cooperate with them.

They began to hate us and ignore my father when he got there.

That's why my life began to be a mess again. Another noisy life again.

I never saw everyone in that house again. Until now.

After many years, we got a message that one of a lovable maid in that house died.

I'm damn sad because I never got a chance to visit her until her last breath.

I hope that someday everything would be just fine.

Much better than before.