CHAPTER 3.2

CHAPTER 3.2

"Ack! It hurts ahh." I choked slightly when her arm hit my neck when she blocked the door.

"You’re too hard-headed Triah! ​​I will be the one who’ll be scolded by my mother if I let you out and one more thing! Maybe madam and sir know that I condone you of what you want." Greta scolded me again.

I showed frustration on my face, so Greta slowly lowered her arms that were blocking my door.

"Don't be so naive. Triah! Come back here! You are really hard-headed! Triah!" I took the opportunity to get out of the room when she loosened up holding the door, she thought that maybe I would not try to get out again that’s why.

Here I am now, continuing and carefully walking towards Trisha's room.

I could still hear Greta's voice calling my name softly. But even if weak, there is still an emphasis on every word.

Trisha and I have rooms and we also have separate bedrooms. We were together then, but on her birthday she suddenly decided to change rooms.

So instead of being a guest room in the other room. Mom and dad ordered the maids to fix and clean the guest room for Trisha.

Trisha and I have different interests… but for me, we were the same. Because she is my sister.

And since our room is on upstairs and the living room is downstairs, the guests in the living room could be clearly be seen here. But I did not dare to disobey mom’s will. All I want now is to talk to Trisha here in her room and be with her.

Maybe she was also bored in her room like me.

My first knock she does not open the door. I’m still knocking but still, no one answered.

Greta was right behind me now and she was sending me back into my room.

"Triah, your mommy might see us here, we’re dead for sure." the concern in Greta's voice could be traced.

"Don't worry, when Trisha opens up for me, I'll just stay in her room. I'll just go with her. Maybe she's bored inside." I gave Greta a pure smile. And then I knocked on Trisha's door again.

But still nothing. Until I knocked a few more times, someone spoke behind us so we were a little surprised. I was shocked when I saw that it was Trisha.

"What are you doing here?" Trisha asked me blankly.

I approached her and would have held her in both hands but she avoided me.

"I said, why you are here?" there is already an authority in every word she says.

This is exactly the tone of Trisha's speech. So for me, this is her common attitude. Or her common speech.

"Did mommy tell you before---not to come out of your room?"

I looked at Greta and then turned her eyes back to Trisha.

"Yes, but I just wanted to accompany you. Maybe you're bored too because you're not with me."

"Accompanying me? Who said I was in my room?"

I was surprised.

"Huh? Did mom told us to keep inside our room and not letting us out because they have guests?" my innocent statement.

She slightly laughed. But she could not speak at first when Greta suddenly overtook me.

"Let's go to your room miss Triah," I was shocked by my friend's behavior. She seems to be too formal.

"Just wait," I averted my hand from Greta's touch. When I realized Trisha's words.

"So, you weren't in your room before Trisha?"

She smiled again.

"Yeah."

"Why were you out? Mom told us not to go out," I even emphasized the statement before.

"Can Triah, stay away from there, I'll get something in my room so I'm here now. Not to talk to you." and she opened up her door. I did not bother to follow her.

But...

"And of course, to make it clearer to you. You are the one, mommy told you to never leave your room. And I am an exemption, where in fact. I am the one who has some important visitors. Because they will take me as a model to a well-known pharmaceutical company. I will just model the medicines they make for make-up. And you can see the beauty and sexiness I have. So there is nothing to deny off, that I have a big check on them." She hovered over me with a depressing look from head to toe.

"Not like you, oops. Of course. You can be a model." My face lit up slightly because of what she said but I suddenly collapsed...

"Modelling some pigs’ feeds." she chuckled. A pain suddenly sank into my heart. I can't explain what it is.

"Bye sister. The best thing is. Go back there and just eat and eat, until your stomach explodes. You, on the other hand! Put that pig back in her den, maybe the guests will see her. And they will think I have a piggy pet." she smirked at me.

"You’re too hard to me T-Trisha. We're still twins." there are tears in my eyes.

"Woah. Twins? Twins? Do you know Triah what I prayed the most?" she paused.

"That you've never been my twin." because of the inexplicable pain I could not stop the tears from falling in my eyes.

"Look at you, you are fat. So you are taken care of by the housemaids because you are fat. I am ashamed because of your fat. I really wonder, how we became twins, in terms of the distance of physical appearance. You're so fat. I'm sexy and just beautiful." she was still bragging to herself.

I couldn't stand all the things Trisha was saying so I chose to just run and go back to my room.

"Triah. Don't run, you may destroy our house," my mocking twin laughed.

I couldn’t imagine how painful it is. The one whom you know your family was the one who let you down and pulls you deeper.