#3 Cinta

Cinta Amelinda. My stepmother of course. Situation is getting better now. I don't really hate her now. But still, I hate her a little. She's pretty, and kind. But behind her smiles, she keeps something secretly. No one knows what. At a one fine day, I found her crying in her room. She grabbed a photo with white frame. Her tears wetting down the picture. But there's a glass cover so it wont hit the picture.

I can't bury my curiosity. But at the same time, I hate her too. But I felt pity too. So I knocked the door. When she figured out my arrival, she directly wiped her tears and gave her sweet smile. "Yes?" I remember she said that. "Are you okay? Who's that in your picture you hold?" I asked. She gave me her smile again. "Sit down," I sit down. And then she gave me the picture. "She's my daughter," WHAT!? I don't know she has a daughter, that's all in my mind. I saw the picture, its a baby!

"She was kidnapped since she's a baby, well I don't actually know that she was kidnapped or lost, I don't know the truth," she continued to cry. Because of her emotion, I cried a little. "What's her name?" I asked her so she can feel better. "Sasha," she answered. She smiled again but her tears still falling down. I gave her some tissue paper. Then she said, "Thank you," and then wiped her tears.

"I wanted to say sorry," I said, "Sorry? Sorry for what?" She asked. "For being crap all these times," I answered. "No, you don't have to," she smiled at me. I smiled her back. "Want to come with me?" She asked. "Where?" I asked her back, "Shopping," I'm very excited so we spent the afternoon for shopping.