Different Fates
Satu
BREAKING NEWS'S
Newcomer actress Sabrina Maryam has been honored as a beauty ambassador.
I stared at the screen of the phone featuring a beautiful photo of Sabrina—my twinkling. There's a pulse in the chest. Envied? Sure oes. He was always luckier and brighter than me. Long time ago.
We are twins, but not the same. If you think twin brothers will have the same face and strong inner bonds, you are wrong. In fact, when I was bullied at school, she just kept quiet. It is not a brotherhood.
She's beautiful, I'm not.
He's tall, I'm not.
She's slim, I .. even like a bundle of rice sacks.
Sabrina's fate has always been lucky, I'm the opposite. The only thing I can be proud of is that I'm smart. Don't wonder why, because the truth is like this.
She looks a lot like Mama, and I look a lot like Papa. The beautiful, tall and white mom, passed her genes down to Sabrina. Sabrina was so greedy to take all of Mama's beauty without leaving a single shred of me.
It should be for the results, because I am also willing to share the womb with him. Though, I was born 5 minutes ahead of her, I should also get the beauty part of Mama at least half.
Hid. It's a bitch, isn't it?
From the womb he even started a diet by giving most of the nutrients during my pregnancy to me. I was born with a weight of 3 kilograms, while he was only 2.4 kilograms.
“What are you doing?”
I immediately closed the phone as soon as Papa's voice sounded. Glanced at it for a while, then I refocused on my laptop.
“You've seen the news?” ask Papa again who I answered with a nod.
“Papa would be more proud if he closed aurat like you.” The man exhaled heavily, then stroked my back.
“Papa see the news?”
“Sure.”
“Papa should be proud.”
Papa shook his head, “Tok your schedule to stay at Mama's house?” ask Papa.
I'm nodding.
“Then, be prepared. Tomorrow Papa pick up Sabrina—“ Papa's speech stops.
“Papa forgot that Sabrina can come here by herself.”
I dropped myself into the bed after Papa completely disappeared from behind the door. Sabrina and I have been separated since entering Junior High, maybe that's why we lack inner bonds.
I glanced at the phone that had been blinking since.
[Say Papa, I have a schedule tomorrow.]
A message from Sabrina I ignored, then saw another message coming in. You're not that familiar.
[Biantet, play yuk.]
Dihs.
[Related.]
It's like changing people's children's names. And Papa did a lecture on the seventh day of my birth to give the name Sabia Maryam.
Kukuh Bima sent a photo.
Damnit.
Mang Daud's meatballs really tempt faith. Though I plan to diet to be slim like Sabrina. Truly staunchly decays my intentions.
[Otw.]
I finally gave up. Diet is tomorrow. This is what makes me luckier than Sabrina, being able to eat whatever I like without anyone banning it.
I remember Sabrina was even scolded by Mama while enjoying the meatballs I brought.
“Sabrina, do not eat carelessly,” scold Mama at that time. “Sabia, next time if you want to go to the house Mama do not bring unhealthy food, you know Sabrina must take care of her body. You also reduce unhealthy foods so, see your body is already like a sack of rice.”
I swallowed the meatballs I just put in my mouth without chewing causing me to choke.
“Gosh.” Mama quickly patted my back hard. “Eat him if you eat slowly. I'm sure your dad never fed me.”
"Is Mama's son just Sabrina?" I removed Mama's hand from my back as soon as she offended Papa.
“Alhamdulillah, Papa never forbid Bia eat anything,”.
“It's worth your body so swollen. How much are you weighing now?”
Athaghfirullah! My own kid in bully. I glanced at the indifferent-looking Sabrina.
“What appearance is so important for Mama?”
“Sure dong. You see Sabrina, your sister is already a famous person now thanks to her attractive appearance. Already able to make money on my own,” explained the woman who gave birth to me was proud of my twin.
“Mama wonder, you twins but why so different.”
I exhaled a rough breath. Not once did Mama compare me to Sabrina like this.
“I can also make my own money, Ma.”
“What are you doing?”
“Stop, Mom!”
We turned our eyes to the frustrated Sabrina.
“You guys are so noisy,” he said then left the dining table. While I was, staring at Mama and doing the same thing that Sabrina did. Leaving Mama alone with a pile of baskets of meatballs that have not finished their contents.
Mubazir.
He wants to go back and get the remaining meatballs. But prestige. I'm getting angry!
Steady waved his hand when he saw me park the motorbike in front of our subscription meatball stall. Looks like he's with Puput.
“Sit here, Bi.” Puput patted the bench next to him.
After ordering a serving of meatballs, I sat down on Puput.
“Makin glowing aja, Put,” I said while sipping sweet iced tea from the girl's glass.
“Es people play drink only,” slurp Puput take back the ice. Wiz.
“Ajarin Sabia makeup can glow up also your cake, Put.” Staunchly chimed. "A dull face of asphalt dust cake."
Astarghfirullah's. Hobby once made me think constantly.
“Not that I do not want to teach, this is Dugong who does not want to be invited glow up.”
Ck. I am still comfortable with my condition now, although honest from a very deep heart I also want to be like Sabrina who gets compliments from people.
Soup of friends as a struggle when we were both on the bench of High School. Ugly, kumel, kuel, just no good terms it's on both of us. The pup used to even wear glasses that almost filled half of his face. But look, the girl has even become a MUA.
And I .. became the one who was left far behind. Wanted sad but ashamed of self-worth.
My achievements are only in the academic field, others make megrim. In fact, I've been bullied for not giving answers when repeating to classmates.
“Si Sabrina shines even more,” Praise Puput. “His followers on youtube already ten million, the splash of money is not, lu?”
Boro-boro. The sweat is not.
“So Beauty influncer sells hard, let alone skincare era again loved cake now,” he continued.
I stirred my meat with no interest. My appetite is gone. As I was aware of the change in my expression, Kukuh nudged the arm of the Escape.
Puput cleared his throat, “Lu is also beautiful, Bi. But it needs to be read on.”
Tuh.
“Lu says shirt, permak.” Laugh until it hits the table.
The heat! What kind of friends are they. Find another friend but no one wants to. The fate of ugly people.
My chest shook, apparently there was an incoming call from my Mr. Rully—bos at the office.
“Assalamualaikum,” says.
“Where are you?”
Say hello to cake.
“Eat meatballs.”
“Oh, it's worth your body round like a meatball.”
Athaghfirullah! So he just called for bully?
“Sabia,” call it.
“Hmmm.”
“You will be won,”
“I'm not ready, Sir.”
Uh what's he talking about, anyway?
“Not you. But your script.”
Eh seriously? I pounded the table until Puput's and Kukuh's meatballs squirt.
“Jeez, Sabia!” yell at them both at the same time. Compact cie.
“Can be repeated?”
“No repetition, Sabia. Quickly meet me and beautiful dandan.”
Die. I mean the phone, not the guy.
What did he say? Dandan beautiful? Beauitiful?
I glanced at Puput. The back looked at me suspiciously.
“What's up?”
“Gue need your help.”
