Sasha Ayunda

Teacher, or rather, Sasha Ayunda, was a nobody who came from a nowhere place. She was made equally worthless by he who sheltered her. Shelter, might be a strong term. Sasha did not know that man, who allowed her to live, hanging by a thread.

— “I didn’t know if he was my father. He could have been… I don’t know.

But we lived in dusty shack, amidst a jungle of poverty. Day and night, there was sound of struggles coming from the outside, so no one paid mind to the things he did to me, day, and night. I didn’t know words other than “Yes Sir”. “No Sir”.

“I am sorry, Sir”.