Boa's Entry #4

Prisoner. That’s the word to describe me. That’s what I think of myself.

It is still clear to me. The first time I saw him. I was eighteen. I knew that I fell in love…but…it never occurred that it will be the start of my misfortunes.

I was in the garden beside my family’s own little home. He came and held my hand. I was surprised. He smiled then placed a flower behind my ear.

You are pretty.

The first three words he uttered. I looked around. There’s no one and I was puzzled. He knew what I was thinking. He explained to me the reason. His family visited the place to give money. I thought they had good intention. He said my parents left to discuss something to his father.

He was a stranger but we…we got along really well. We became friends. I was happy. My first friend. He always smiles. But it’s just according to their plan.

He left me with a promise. To stay by my side in the near future. I was naïve back then. I agreed.

My parents got home. My mother was crying. My father struck me. I was terrified. It’s the first time.

He often came to our house for a year. My parents avoided him. I don’t know why. I saw his eyes. It was full of sadness. It intrigued me.

One day, a confession happened. He wanted me to be his girlfriend. I was astonished. I never knew. Yes. It was the word I answered…not knowing someone’s smirking because the plan was going smoothly. I was continuously falling to their trap. I still have no idea.

Then something was done. It’s our desire. I kept it hidden but it was soon revealed. My father slapped me. My mother asked why. Why did I let him take me. I don’t know what to tell them. He was a liar. He told me it will be fine. That they will be happy but…if he just knew what happened.

Tears welled up. I was trying to hold it back. But when they told me the truth, I can’t believe it. He used me.

It’s all part of their deal. But we’re at a disadvantage.

If my son will make your daughter fall in love, I win this battle.

That’s the bottom line. Ridiculous. But they were successful. They took all our properties, our farmland, our lives. They threatened us. But my father fought, together with my mother.

They were inconsiderate. People like them need to vanish. There’s no place for them in this world. I look down on them. But what can I really do? I’m under their power.

I saw him. I want to hit, slap, and even punch him. Just to let my anger out. He’s the same as them. People with no heart. They’re disgraceful.

But he kept looking at me with those eyes. Still with sadness…and guilt.