chapter 11

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Helma opened her eyes, cold sweat dripping down her forehead and neck. Even the palms of her hands and soles of her feet sweated in not small amounts. she had just dreamed back about the incident of the persecution against her at that time. It felt so real and the pain hit her body again as she again imagined how hot and painful the torture she had experienced at that time.

Helma got up from her lying position, then she reached for her cellphone because she heard the message notification sound on her cellphone that kept ringing. When she opened her cellphone screen, the first thing she saw was the class group that seemed to be busy and excited. It is evident from the numbers on the far right of the group name that continues to grow. not to mention the typing sign keeps appearing alternately.

Helma immediately opened the group. Then she started to swipe her phone screen to read the message. she scrolled through the messages one by one, while skimming, until she stopped at a screenshot of an Instagram story. At the bottom of the photo there is a description. 'Helma's been dumped heheheh'

Immediately, Helma opened Instagram. Looking for the name of the lover 'Patrioni'. Strangely, she could not find the name of her lover. she re-opened the group message, saw in the screenshot section, the code name was listed in the upper left corner. "Patriara?" Helma muttered, frowning, but still looking for the name.Sure enough, she found her lover with the codename.

"Since when is she being like this?" Helma muttered angrily, seeing that Patrioni's bio was no longer her name, but Laras' name with the code 'Larasati is my future wife'.

"Bagsad," Helma fumed seeing the boomerang from Patrioni and the barrel. what infuriated her the most was Patrioni kissing the cheek of the barrel, then the barrel of kissing Patrioni's cheek in turn.

Either by coincidence or what, a message came in her message window. There is no name in the name of the sender of the message. But she frowned when she read the message.

'Didn't she say she would love you forever?'

'Then why do that?'

'After losing the physique that you were always proud of, now you've also lost the lover you've always been proud of.?'

'Do they deserve to rejoice over your misery?'

'I'm waiting for you if you want to take revenge'

"Which prankster is sending this weird message?!" annoyed Helma closed the message window, then returned to the group she was reading earlier.

And how surprised she was when she read the message after the screenshot image. Nearly 90 percent of the group's residents insulted her. And she believes that 10 percent are people who are lazy to interfere with group affairs or what they call ghost chat.

But what the hell with those who judge even denounce her in the group. Even many who openly insulted her, by sending stickers using her damaged face. Various captions on the sticker, some of which read. 'atashi kirei?', 'beautiful isn't it?', 'what are you looking at'. And many other captions that made Helma widen her eyes in disbelief at what she had just experienced.

her hatred and anger seemed to overflow and forget to spill. In the small 4x4 room, Helma growled in anger, she slammed the pillow and blanket in her hands. she chose to get up from her bed, walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Because she is no longer a young lady in a luxurious residence, she can no longer enjoy hot drinks like the original hot Choco, which leaves a bitter and sweet sensation in every taste. Everything was just a memory, nothing left but anger, hate and pain. Everything seemed to dominate giving a bitter taste to the mineral water she was drinking.

Helma brought a glass of mineral water into her room. While on the way to the room, suddenly the power went out. she was shocked and a little scared, because she was alone at home. Her sister works from 5 pm to 3 am, and it is not uncommon for her brother to come home early or late. So at this hour, she was often alone in a small rented house that even the floor and attic were only about 2 meters and a half apart.

Small, cramped and rundown.

That is the life that Helma has lived since her father was caught by the KPK because of a corruption case. Meanwhile, her mother, who was free from legal punishment because she was proven innocent, just disappeared like being swallowed by the earth. Leaving himself and her sister who is about 8 years away from her.

Helma was so scared, the atmosphere around her was very dark, even though it was light outside. Has the electric pulse been used up or what?

Helma walked cautiously out of her house to ask neighbors or anyone who was out of the house. Either the hansip, or the residents who are patrolling around. Anyone, who is important can help her.

As she scanned the room towards the front room, Helma saw a ray of light from above the small table. As she strained her eyes in the darkness, she realized it was a candle. But who lit the candle?

Helma walked quickly, but with caution, towards the burning candle. When she arrived near the candle, she saw a piece of paper that was crushed under the candle. she immediately took it, then read the message written on the paper in the dark night.

To Helma

3 more days, shouldn't it be your anniversary and 2 year patrioni?

she will have a date on that date with Laras at the Chingoe Cafe. They would drive down the symphony street at 11 p.m., stopping there to make out in the car.

Didn't you say that she loves you the most?

Then why did she turn away from you just because of your disfigured face?

Wouldn't it be more fun to make that 3rd person have the same face as you?

You can use the penknife that is at your feet to ruin her face late in front of "her". So that she doesn't play with you anymore.

Helma's brow furrowed after reading the message. There was emotion and passion burning within her, but she was a little confused by the word knife at her feet. Because it was dark she couldn't see well around her feet. When she was looking, suddenly the light came on and she saw the knife the letter was referring to.

she got a little goosebumps, but she got goosebumps even more when she read the message from the letter, especially in the 2nd paragraph. It felt like all the hairs on her body stood up from feeling angry. But she was a little confused, where did that person have such details from? Is she a fortune teller, or is she helping her to avenge the traitor?

But who is she?

Was she the same person who tortured her?

If so, but why help her?

If not, what's the point?

Or the person who sent this letter also has a grudge against Laras to the point of wanting to ruin Laras' face? Is she hunting beautiful women to disfigure her face?

Whatever the answer, Helma didn't care, all she cared about right now was one thing. she must take revenge. Whatever the risk, her current life is useless. If she was lucky, she could threaten Patrioni not to be like her and then blackmail the man to fulfill her material needs.

Helma's smile grew as she imagined the moment one by one ideas started popping up in her head.

"Well, whatever the risk, I have to do it, won't we know if we don't try?" Helma muttered keeping the letter, candle and penknife in her room.

After that, she lay staring at the ceiling, imagining how much fun her life would be if all her plans went well.

"Wait there dear, hahahahaha"

Helma kept laughing imagining how brilliant the idea had popped into her head. Until she unconsciously fell asleep because she was tired of praising her brilliant plan.

Between her closed eyes, Helma muttered faintly.

"I can't wait for tomorrow,"

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TBC