SHIN

I feel like someone is like trash. Exiled, humiliated, even tortured without mercy. Have they forgotten that the wealth they now enjoy is the work of my father?

Ah, Mom ... Dad ... if you were still alive, I would never have experienced such a terrible fate. The brothers whom we used to help and care for, now seem to be the rulers of this house. The house that you gave to me.

Not. It's not that I don't like them living here. However, I am the real owner of this house. Why are they being mean to me?

Do I have something wrong with them, Dad? Mom?

I tightened my hug to the figure that often became the place for my complaints. here I am, in a shabby room that was originally a place to store my family's old belongings. My room was taken over by the son of my father's brother who hated me so much. In fact, I felt I never had any problem with him. however, why is she acting like someone who doesn't like me?

The death of my parents a year ago changed the flow of my life drastically. I who had dreamed of going to study abroad, opening a boutique for elite women, and creating a music band, now all is gone. there was no hope left. I have lost. I am tired. I give up.

Dad, Mom ... should I continue to surrender to this bad state?

My father's brother's family really has no conscience. They now make me like a maid. I really can't stand it. I think I want to just leave this house and live in a new place. However, I don't have a penny of money. Never mind buying — or at least renting a house, to eat it I have to do all the housework from morning to night. After that, they will feed me. even then with the side dishes to taste.

These cries continue to accompany me every day. Until my eyes are puffy and a little dark brown. It seems, I will no longer be able to feel happiness. I will forever be trapped in this sadness. every now and then I plan to just kill myself, but I know that my parents don't want to see me like that.

They have put a lot of hope in me. I'm confused what to do. Oh God, give me a way to get out of this problem. I'm really not strong.

My father once told me that I should be able to keep this house as well as possible. This house is a testament to the harmony of my family. On the main door, the beautiful S H I N inscription is engraved. It was a gift from my father for my seventh birthday.

however, that door is now gone. The S H I N door has been transformed into a large gold door filled with pearl knick knacks. Uncle and aunt had changed it in such a way, right after a week of my parents' departure.

"Don't you dare change everything in this house! This is my house! You have no right to act arbitrarily!" I shouted at that time.

I'm really angry. Very angry. However, they just laughed and mocked me instead. They say, "You know what, this is my brother's house, and it is fitting that we occupy this house. Besides, your father once gave us a message to stay in this house with you. "

Furious. They are not guarding me, but torturing me. I don't have the courage to fight them. It's true what Uncle Ferdian said, that I was a kid. I could do nothing but cry and keep obeying their orders. Because if I fight them, then the repeated blows will definitely keep hitting my body, and slowly make my body crumble.

"Shin!"

a voice from outside called out to me. I quickly wiped my tears and kept my parents' extras under the bed. It must be Aunt Thaka.

"Shin! Come out quickly!"

"Yes, just a moment," I replied, shouting a little so that Aunt Thaka could hear my voice.

After tidying up my appearance so as not to look so bad, I slowly opened the knob. There was a face that always looked at me with disgust. Even Aunt Thaka had spat in my face. I don't know why, why am I so disgusting to Aunt Thaka and all my brothers?

Brothers? Ah, I don't think so. They are not my brothers. They are shameless strangers. They are treasure-crazed idiots. they were not humans, but demons in human form. In fact I am sick of being here. However, the messages of father and mother kept ringing in my mind. That's what keeps me going.

"Someone's looking for you outside. Go there, and don't stay long! Or I'll punish you!"

then Aunt Thaka left without giving any explanation first who the person was looking for me. I think that during this year, I never chatted with people around me. My life only revolves in this hellish house. Then who is the person who wants to meet me?

no matter how I looked, I hurriedly went outside, to see who was looking for me.

It was a man. I peeked behind the window. The man was standing straight while facing the courtyard. his hands were tucked into his trouser pockets, and his right foot continued to knock on the floor. Who is she?

Then I opened the door. The man immediately turned around. His sharp nose, wide eyes with blue eyes, and thin lips plus a sweet smile, made it seem as if I lost consciousness. I admit the man in front of me is very handsome. However, I didn't recognize him. I also felt that I never had an acquaintance like him.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Before I could take a breath, the man suddenly hugged me tightly. I can feel his heartbeat. His breath was warm against my neck. Ah! This is not true!

I pushed his body. The man hugged me so tightly that I needed more strength to let go of his hands.

"Hey, what do you mean a foreign man !?"

I'm really angry. This strange man really did whatever he wanted. Even I didn't recognize him one bit.

The smile that was etched on the man's face now disappeared. I can feel the look of disappointment in his eyes. However, what the hell. I do not care.

"What's the matter with you, honey?" he said softly.

What? Honey? Hey, is this guy crazy?

"It seems you've got the wrong person. My name is, Shin. Not H-O-N-E-Y," I retorted irritably. How could this crazy person get into my house?

Then the man laughed. His face is really very handsome. I was swept away in his laughter. However, a second later it hit me. Huh, why does that guy's face always make me lose consciousness?

"Long time no see, you're getting funnier, Darling. I can't wait to marry you," he said, trying to stop his laughter.