My Payman
Surviving Injured (Pov Haikal)

And finally I realized, the love that I had saved from before was not mine, the woman I had always dreamed of was only a dream. Tonight I am still in the same room, the room I occupied for seven days ten years ago.

There is no difference in this house. The occupants are still rigid, the design is still classic, the dining table is still the same dining table, and the swimming pool is still in the same shape. There is no change, only he is no longer alone.

It hurts. But I'm still trying to hang on because I still hope that they won't fit in and then part ways. But again I was wrong. The more here they get, the more friendly and I find it harder to control how I feel about him.

"Mom, why did you do this to me Mom? why did Mom give me a wish that Alexa was my future wife? don't you know, how much I really believe and hope that your words are real? alexa was really my first love, I was the key to my heart just to adore and look forward to my adult life to marry her.

And that's the reason why I wanted to go to college in this city and work for Daddy Alexa as set up by Mom. And who would have thought, Alexa even chose another man as her husband. I said I wouldn't let another man get close to Alexa. Butwhat? alexa has her own choice. It turned out that Mom couldn't keep Mom's promise to me.

Mom, should I stay in this house feeling the pain of seeing their togetherness? did I just give up and go back to the village? but mom's not letting me back now. Have my love run aground, I also have to come back like an unemployed loser? then what am I supposed to do? survive here? for a long time I could be crazy to see Alexa and Agung who are getting more friendly and torturing me.

"Ha.." I screamed as loud as I could, though I knew no one would hear me. Even if anyone heard me, they wouldn't care about me. Who me? I'm a nobody.

Mom proudly says this is her family home, and this is also my home too, but what? I'm here like I don't exist for them. I hate myself. I hate my life and I hate my mother.

My tears are so bright, for a man I look so crybaby. I stood up from my bed, and I stepped into the mirror, when I saw the stupid and grim man in the ceemin grinning as if he was going to laugh at me. Upset, Angry I finally let go of the fist into the mirror. "Prang...," his glass broke apart while this hand started to be covered in blood.

Lt hurts? no, not this hurt. All this pain is nothing with what I have felt since I became a resident of this house.

No one came and realized that I had just broken the mirror of this room. Because this house is too big to be able to hear voices that are not clear like this. And I am not someone they deserve to pay attention to. Finally I decided to dress the wound in my own hand with my torn shirt and I was weak and fell asleep on the floor of my room.