The Past Story Life

The girl remembers how she was treated badly by her parents. She was a girl who could neither read nor write until now. She also didn't know how she became a murderer, a sadistic psychopath.

But she never remembered anything. All unconsciously, nothing was stored in her head. Until he was like a fool who had forgotten his memory. Like the incident before, when he was arrested, he was very surprised to see his hands covered in blood, a knife in his hand, and the victim tied to a rope with his tongue hanging out and cut off.

She was hysterical as if she had lost her mind, gone mad, stressed, and dehumanized. These assumptions made her seem like the prime suspect in the murder. A true psychopath, sadistic and without compassion for his victims.

The girl remembered how she became a cold person and was not as happy as before the torture. She should have gone to school. But she succumbed to circumstances and struggled to earn money to make her mother and stepfather happy.

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Three years passed, and time passed very quickly.

Dina turned 7. The poor girl should have gone to school. But her parents did not allow her to go to school on the pretext of limited funds. Her parents didn't care if Dina would be smart or dumb forever. They were more concerned about earning money than spending it.

"Din, Dina!" the woman called from the kitchen. She ran to her daughter's room. "Oh, my God! Are you still asleep?" she continued, eyes bulging. "What time is it? Hurry up and get up and earn as much money as you can!"

"But I'm so tired, Mom! My body aches!"

"You're making excuses! Hurry up and take a shower and help Mamah earn money. We're not rich people, so don't just want to enjoy yourself without working!" her mother snapped. Always rude to her. "Stop bathing! I'm waiting outside. Remember, don't take too long!"

Little Dina just nodded, not daring to look at her mother's face. She went into the bathroom to obey her mother's orders, even though she did not feel well.

After bathing, Dina went to work at her mother's insistence. She worked from morning to night, while her stepfather stayed at home and did nothing. He ate, slept, and enjoyed the fruits of mother and daughter's hard work. These were his activities during his marriage to Dina's mother.

Dina began to walk, exploring the villages around her home. She called out her wares, mentioning what cakes she was selling to attract the attention of buyers.

"Cakes... donuts ma'am, sir, fried bananas, cucur cakes, corn and vegetable bakwan, rice cakes too. And another cake," she shouted.

She collapsed exhausted. Sweat poured down her face, and then she saw that there were still many cakes in the basin. "Oh my God, there's still so much food. I'm going to be scolded by my mother again," Dina complained, afraid to see her mother angry. "I can't keep quiet! Maybe these cookies won't run out!" She continued, getting up and starting to sell her wares.

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The girl remembered all the times she got angry. The beginning of her hurting people without knowing and without a voice.

At that time, she kept walking until she reached a school. But it wasn't profit that she got instead,

Braak

The naughty boy disturbed her while she was trading. All the goods were in a mess, scattered on the floor. It was dirty. "Hey... poor kid! How dare you trade here!" said a boy in an elementary school uniform with a big body as he kicked Dina's head.

The boy was silent, his eyes fixed on the cakes the chickens were now eating. "You know, if you want to trade here, you must pay us!" he shouted like a thug. Ignoring the boy's words, Dina shooed the chickens away and picked up the cakes.

In her mind, she could hear her mother's voice cursing her. Her mother's voice was angry and tormenting her. "My cookies!" He cleaned up the cookies one by one.

"Hey... you listen to me, poor girl!" the boy yelled in desperation. Then he came over and kicked Dina to the ground. The girl was even angrier that the pies she had saved had to be exposed to dirt again.

Dina clenched her hands. She held back the anger that had ignited and turned into rage. She stared intently at the tall, brown-skinned boy. "You guys!"

"Why, you want to get angry? You want to fight five of us, huh?" the boy challenged with his back to her.

Dina had run out of patience with their behavior. It wasn't the first time they had done something bad to her, but it had been a lot of times. Dina was patient with everything that happened. And this time, she couldn't forgive the bad boys.

"You have to replace my merchandise, FAST!" Dian shouted, very annoyed by the brat's reaction.

The boys laughed happily at her anger. "If we don't replace your cakes, what will you do?"

Dina stepped forward, no more negotiating or arguing. She wouldn't make the boys see reason or change the cookies. The little girl pushed the big boy to the ground. "Then I'll beat you all up!" she shouted, pointing at the five bullies.

"You dare?" asked the boy, who stood up with the help of his friends.

"Yes!" Dina's eyes bulged, very sharp.

"Then ...." He looked at his friends. "Get her!"

The four boys, smaller in stature than the big boy ran up, advanced, and were about to hit Dina as the big boy had ordered.

"Heat!"

Dina was staring very seriously, vengefully. Her hands were clenched in fists, and her teeth were chattering. She was already very annoyed to be scolded by the naughty boys in front of her every day. This time, she wasn't going to be silent.

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To Be Continued.