8 Chapter 8. Naya's Room

Fisa widened her eyes so that they were almost out of place.  She couldn't believe his eyesight.  How could the ugly duckling turn out this beautiful?  where did she learn to be beautiful?  Could Papa be behind all this?  Inner Fisa.

 "You had plastic surgery, huh? Where? Huh, I never thought you were also interested in your appearance. I thought your ugly looks were ingrained habits," Fisa's sarcastic sarcasm.

 It was not a warm hug that a sister should do, to welcome the return of her younger sister who had not returned home for a long time but intimidated him.

 "Sis, after all, I am your younger sister. Whether I am ugly or beautiful like a sister. I am still part of this family and it will not change until whenever" Naya replied, still holding back her emotions.

 "Wow, that ugly duckling is now good at talking, huh? Hah, it's not in vain that you study abroad" replied Fisa who didn't want to lose to her sister.

 Damn, she dared to challenge me now.  New also pretty a little already arrogant.  You will see, I won't let you be happy about this.  I won't let you stay for long in this house.  Just watch, I'll send you back overseas soon.  Only I can get the attention of mom and dad.  Visa's selfish attitude came out.

 "Sorry sis, I'm not in the mood to fight with you."

 "Never mind, Naya you better rest. Go up to your room, I'll ask one of the housemaids to help you clean the room," said her mother, interrupting their argument.

 "Yes, Mom."  Naya took his suitcase to take to his room.

 "Let me help carry it," said Putra, who had picked up Naya's suitcase.

 "Thank you," said Naya.

 "Oh wait. Putra, you just stay here. Let the ugly duckling bring her suitcase. Don't be spoiled at home."  prevent Fisa from being happy to see Putra always close to Naya.

 The selfish Fisa becomes jealous whenever she sees a handsome man like Putra sticking to the ugly duckling.

 Hah!  What's so good about Naya?  Men like Putra should only approach beautiful women like me.  Fisa said to herself.

 "Let it go," said Vera stopped Fisa.

 "Mom ..." Fisa protested.

 "It's okay, let it. Don't make a fuss, your sister just came home, let her rest. Besides, Papa won't like it when you see you fight," Vera advised her beloved daughter.

 "Ah, Mom is not cool!"  Fisa stomped the floor then went to her room.

 "Hemm, just like a child" muttered Vera to see her eldest daughter's behavior.  "You help Naya carry the suitcase, thank you Putra," said Vera.

 "Yes, auntie."

 Putra carried Naya's suitcase and walked behind him to the room that Naya had left for a long time.  Naya excitedly stepped her foot on each step, escorting her to the front door of her room.

 "Are you happy?"  asked Putra between the two of them up the stairs.

 "Why?"

 "Because Aunt Vera defended you in front of sister Fisa."

 "Yes, I feel relieved. After a long time, this is the first time my Mom defended me in front of Fisa. It's a small problem, but I'm happy. Because Mom has never done this to me before.

 "I hope that auntie can pay attention to you as well. Shouldn't that be the case? Because you are both children born from her womb."

 "Yes, that's it, unfortunately, I was born ugly. Ah if only I was as beautiful as Fisa since the first. Maybe Mom will treat me the same as my sister."

 "Hey, you are beautiful now. Did you forget?"

to be continued ...