Lie's POVElaine quickly deleted the message because she was worried that I might check her phone."Who is that, hon?" I asked her."My brother, hon. Asked for a gift." She lied to me."What does he want?""Wait a minute, hon, let me ask him first.""All right, hon." I continued cooking, and I let her reply to what she said brother."Hon, why did you follow me here! Do you want to catch us?" she angrily replied to her boyfriend.I had no idea, and I looked stupid for what she was doing."Call me later, I'll wait. I love you!" content of her boyfriend's message."Okay," she answered."What does your brother want?" I asked her."Anything, hon." She lied again."Okay, hon. Just buy him later," I told him innocently.She was taken to the mall to buy gifts, not just for her brother, but for her whole family. When we were at the mall, I said goodbye for a while to go to the office to login. After I left, Elaine rushed into the bathroom and immediately called her boyfriend.Alaine's POV"Hel

We were still doing laundry when Glendy spoke."Jenn, I have a question, please don't be angry," she said. "What is that?" I have a serious question."Do you have a relationship with Lie?" she asked me without hesitation."Huh? We don't have a relationship. Why did you say that?" I was surprised by her question, and I hardly blinked."Are you convinced?""Of course! When have I ever lied to you?""Hmmm… But I'm paying attention because Lie seems to like you.""She likes me? Maybe not…" I replied and smiled slightly.I can't understand why I was happy when Glendy said that Lie likes me. Suddenly, I was quiet and felt my heart."Do I really like her?" I asked myself."No!" My thoughts shook me."Jenn, if Lie flirts with you, will you accept?""Hmmm… I don't know," was my only response."There's nothing wrong with you being with Lie. She's kind and trustworthy," she replied passionately.Until we finished washing, and we returned to our beds. We caught up with the three of them talking

I stopped crying, and Uncle Jo promptly hugged me. I think about his offer. Furthermore, I thought it was better than working at a bar every night and hanging out with different guys."I'll just close my eyes because I love you all," I said to myself."Zeth, are you mad at me?" Uncle Jo asked gently, and he took my palm."Even if I get angry with you, it's useless, my honor that I've been keeping for a long time can't be restored," I said to him seriously.I can't blame Uncle Jo because he didn't force me because I went with him voluntarily. It was noon when I said to go home."I'll take you," he offered me."All right." I agreed.When we got out, I realized that the old man's house was huge. Before he took me home, he asked me to go to the grocery store first. I felt a little happy because I was going home with food for my family. Uncle Jo bought a lot, including five plastic bags and a sack of rice."Do you have your mother's medicine prescription with you?" he asked me."Yes.""Let

I was crying in the corner and my whole body was shaking because of the amount of beating I received from the hands of three policemen. I suddenly remembered my siblings. I know they don't know how to handle their situation now, especially with my mother's dead body. Furthermore, I didn't get out of jail, and I mourned alone while thinking about the condition of my siblings."I'm sure you will be full of bullying now, I hope you can withstand the test that came to our family," I said to myself, and my tears did not stop flowing.Because they don't have money, they buried our mother on the same day. The chairman of our barangay helped them. At least my mother was given a proper burial. I almost lost my mind at the thought of my siblings and to add that they did not feed me properly.Three days after the police took me and I don't know where they are going to take me. But I remembered that this is also the road they took me to in the past."Maybe you will confess now," said the policema

Until we got back to our respective homes."How is the mission?" asked my father, who was currently cooking for our dinner."One of our comrades has died," I answered sadly, and slowly sat down on the bamboo chair.My father's face was sad, when he heard that many of our comrades had died. That's the way it is, even though it hurts, but it has to be accepted. Only Allah will take care of us. My father is old, and he is still sick, so even if he wants to do something, he can't do it."How long can we fight the soldiers?" my mother asked sadly."As long as our government keeps silent, the flood of blood in our area will definitely not subside," I replied seriously.In the evening, our colleagues returned to our home, and we gathered to discuss, we are talking about the lands we fought for. Early in the morning, we crossed the mountains again to reach the lands. We will walk for about three more days before reaching the field. We are used to traveling repeatedly, so we didn't feel too ti