Don't despise my Shortcomings
Cyra's new spirit

In Cyra's room...

"Maybe this will hurt a little" said Qila, while applying wound medicine and burn-relieving ointment on Cyra's body.

"Even I forget La, how it hurts and what doesn't hurt" Cyra said with her flat face, showing no expression.

Qila knew how Cyra would feel, if it happened to her, she would feel the same, numb.

"Non, it's better for Non to follow the will of the master, Non Cyra's parents" said Qila gave a suggestion, that Cyra give up on his principle, and follow the will of his papa.

"I'm afraid La, if I lie to them, then my husband is disappointed with my shortcomings, and he's angry, I can feel like this again." said Cyra sobbing, it feels so bad to live this life.

If suicide was innocent, Cyra would have done it a long time ago. However, he remembered the words of ustad when he was in school, that suicide was the most Godly thing.

"Non Cyra hasn't tried yet, if you haven't tried to know the results. At least if Non Cyra can get out of this house, Non there is a chance to ask for help from outsiders, to seek protection, so that Non Cyra get a better life than in this house." whispered Qila, very slowly. So that his voice does not sound out of the room.

Cyra was silent for a moment, trying to digest every word Qila said.

"What you're saying is there's a point to La, all this time I've been imprisoned in this mansion, even I don't know the outside world at all," lirih Cyra while pensively lamenting his fate which is very ironic.

"Yes Non, Qila is just like Miss Cyra is always treated this way. If Non Cyra never tried how to know the results, consider for now Non Cyra is fighting for the freedom of Non from this house. Non's later problems with Non Cyra's husband can be discussed again. Where knows Non Cyra's husband is good and wants to petrify Non Cyra, realize the ideals of Non." crocos Qila, encouraging Cyra to follow his words. Qila pity seeing Cyra always treated like a maid. Even a maid is still mending, at least getting a salary, while Cyra boro-boro gajih, eating the rest of her family members.

"You said La, I have to fight for my freedom, if I have not tried I never know the result," said Cyra eagerly, her eyes glazed over, his eyes glazed over, while looking at Qila's eyes which had also started to dew.

"Remember Non Cyra should fetch happiness Non. Non's happiness is not on the Non's side of the family, in this house. Non Cyra's happiness is far away" Qila said, pointing out of the house.

Cyra nodded while sobbing softly.

"Are you okay in this house alone?" cyra asked, hesitating to leave Qila alone a house that resembled a lion's den, because the inhabitants resembled a starving lion.

"Oh my goodness, Non Cyra do not need to worry about Qila, it should be worried about Non, if Qila here no one gets angry and hit, like Non-natural. Some Non Cyra forget well, every three years this house replaces its workers, and Qila has worked for more than 2 years, meaning that Qila is also soon released from this prison," qila's whisper calmed Cyra down, so don't worry about it.

"Oh yeah well, soon you're free too. That I should follow your advice so that we can meet again later outside of this hell house" Beo Cyra excitedly.

"Well, let's say for a few months Non Cyra fought alone. Later when Qila has finished work from this house, Qila promises to find Non Cyra" said Qila spirit.

"Promise well, I will also when my husband is good, will ask you to stay with me, so that I can be with you continue." Cyra replied with a cheerful face.

"According to papah, my future husband is a rich man, even my future husband's family wants to inject funds, so that the family business that is on the verge of bankruptcy, does not go out of business." Cyra remembered her father's words.

"It's the same way that I was sold by my family." Cyra's mind was again sliced with her papa. "At least if my future husband is rich, I will ask Qila to be one of the maids in his house so that, at least, there is a concern with me." murmured Cyra inwardly.

"Well that's the spirit." great-granddaughter Qila, be happy because now Cyra wants to follow the advice of him to be able to get out of this house.

Qila was still faithfully treating the wounds on Cyra's pretty face.

Cyra's only one deficiency is her hairless head and it's due to a genetic disorder. Not Cyra's will, but Papah and his mother thought that the abnormality Cyra had would only make him ashamed, so they closed Cyra from the outside, locking him up so that no one knew Cyra was a member of his family.

Either for that reason, or there are other reasons that make Cyra treated unfairly by his family.

"No, no" Qila stopped treating the wound on Cyra's body.

"Thank you La" said Cyra sincerely.

It felt like his body was all sick, especially the blistering wounds on his back, due to the hot water flush, severely tormenting Cyra. He had to sleep on his stomach so that the wound on his back did not rub against the object causing more pain.

However, when sleeping on his stomach, his face touched the pillow was painful, because the wound on his forehead and his lips were swollen due to a slap causing his lips to rupture and swelling.

"Huh time I have to sleep while sitting down," snorted Cyra annoyed since earlier trying to close his eyes can not sleep also because of the tremendous pain.

Alas, Qila had slipped out, since then, back to the maid's room in Cyra's backroom.

Cyra finally decided to sit up and hold her body in front of her pillow.

He was determined to get out of this house. Now Cyra is like finding a new spirit after getting a ban from Qila.

"Thankfully Qila was able to advise me earlier, if there is no way tomorrow the wounds on my body will increase again," Cyla murmured, penetrating her body, and imagining her body full of wounds.

Cyra stood up and walked towards the glass in the corner of her room. He looked at the reflection of his body which was very alarming. Even his face was swollen next to and blue.

Tomorrow he will be a sweet boy, follow all the will of his papa, cover his bald head, and will wear a veil to cover the wounds on his face.

Tonight Cyra could not sleep, other than due to the pain all over her body. Cyra can't sleep because she imagines her wedding tomorrow.

"Huh even I'm like a real bride-to-be, unable to sleep from imagining tomorrow's wedding," Cyra inwardly chuckled at herself.

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