The Poor Man's Revenge

1.2. fake mask

 The Poor Man's Revenge ~1

 The sky is so gray that adorns the city which is currently being lived by a person who is afflicted with grief. The man currently changed status from prince to trash, from harmonious to orphan.

 Sadness can not be contained in the lines of his handsome face, the world is very unfair.  Takes everything in an instant without training.  He wanted to blame, but to whom?  To yourself, did not prepare for the worst?  Or blame fate, which threw him from a height and then shattered in blood.

  Arya shook his parents' bodies.  Awakening them from a long sleep that is not through his permission.

  Several pairs of eyes stared at him cynically and lazily, standing with no sorrow in their eyes, none other than his Aunt and Uncle, as well as their daughters.

 "Arya, never mind. Your mom and dad are at peace there, because they don't need to feel the poverty you will feel from this moment on, so stop crying like a woman and earn a lot of money, so you don't have to feel poverty too long!"  sneered at his Aunt without thinking of Arya's grief.  There was no sadness on his face, just a lazy and forced expression.

 Arya stepped closer to his Aunt, but on the second step he froze, hearing Lidia's words,

 "Yeah Arya, crying like that won't make you rich like it used to be, so stop crying and get to work!"  Lidia said

 "Right now I'm embarrassed to be alone with you because you're not as rich as you used to be. Friends even laugh at me because I have a poor cousin," continued Lidia.  They then left.

 Arya slumped against the wall of the room, everything had shown its true nature, nothing Arya could hope for.

 His mom and dad went bankrupt and committed suicide.  The business competition was rigged by his opponent.  They do a sneaky way to bring it down.

 All their valuables have even been confiscated by the bank.  There is nothing left, but the bitterness of life to be lived.

 His parents didn't even want to feel the bitterness and chose to run away from it all.  Hiding behind a body that is no longer one with the soul makes Arya the last defense.

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 Arya sat pensively on the hospital floor, his eyes blank.  He was tired.  Body and soul.

 Then people passed in front of him.  But his mind only felt alone.

 "Where will I find the money to pay off the hospital fees?

 "I must try to get the money so that Mom and Dad can be buried soon."  Arya immediately stood up, trying to cheer himself up.  It will not be easily conquered by circumstances.  His mom and dad had high hopes for him.

 'I'm going to Uncle's house, and borrowing the money.  Yeah, there is no other way,' Arya thought.

 He walked quickly.  For him at this time, every moment means a lot, he must not continue to be sad, he must rise.

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 After a long journey, he finally arrived at his Uncle and Aunt's residence, with high hopes, hoping that they would lend Arya some money.

 "What are you doing here?"  asked Ardi Wiguna who was none other than his uncle with an expressionless face.  He took a sip of his wine casually as if nothing had happened.  His sister had died!

 "I want to borrow money from Uncle. Mom and Dad can't leave the hospital if the fees haven't been paid off," said Arya to the point.  He didn't want to linger and make small talk first when he saw the face of his uncle who didn't seem to care about him.

 Suddenly, Nirum-Aunt Arya, who came from her room immediately reproached his words.

 "You still dare to ask for money here. You know what, your dad almost bankrupted our family, and now you dare to come and borrow money. No! We won't give it, you should look for another loan, Arya," said Nirum with an arrogant face.

 "What are you saying? I am your family, not your enemy!"  Aryaa's intonation rose and trembled.  He felt like he wanted to cry, but he could only hold it in, he wouldn't show his weak side.  His voice trembled.  He grabbed his Uncle's shoulder for clarity.  His eyes were bloodshot with anger and tears.

 "Arya, I'm sorry! It's not that uncle doesn't want to help you, but uncle still needs money."  Arya's grip on his uncle's shoulders slipped.  The man casually took another sip of his wine.  Makes Arya sick of seeing it.

 There was no fear on the man's face, only a condescending look that made Arya sick.

 He was silent for a few moments trying to digest it all.  He took a deep breath and exhaled roughly, then gripped his hand.  He was disappointed, he was angry, and he was frustrated to hear his uncle's answer.

 "Are you serious? Why are you guys so mean! You're all hypocrites! So this is your true nature. Damn bastards!"  shouted Arya struggling frantically.  He was stressed by everything that happened.  Everything is 180 degrees from before he experienced the disaster, and everyone treats him well.  Turns out it was all just a mask.  He did not accept this fact.  This must all be just a dream.

 Immediately a slap flew across Arya's cheek, which then made the man wake up.  This is not a dream!

 Arya held his cheek which was hurting from his Uncle's slap.  It feels numb.  The man slapped him hard.

 "Ah, well. You even dared to slap me, Uncle? Okay, I accept. But remember one thing!! This will be the last time an Aryan comes to this residence properly. I will go, but I have to come back. Wait for my vengeance! Treasure and throne  what you are proud of I will destroy and no one will help you, I will make sure it happens."  Arya left, with the tears he had been holding back for so long.