Undesirable

# While They Enjoy Dating Here and There, Let's Flashback to Iyuna Marge's Childhood

(Flashback On):

"What are we going to do?" said a woman, she was Iyuna's mother whose name remains unknown. The woman paced back and forth anxiously, her fingers wringing the edges of her crumpled shirt.

"I've told you already! Just abort it!" said a man, he was Iyuna's biological father. His chin lifted arrogantly, his hands clenched so hard that his fingernails turned white. They were currently arguing in an empty corridor, their voices echoing against the damp walls.

Indeed, Iyuna was a child born from an affair outside of marriage. Perhaps you could call her an illegitimate child or something similar. However, Iyuna lived until now without knowing this fact. Because her adoptive father told her that she was sold by her biological parents.

Suddenly, a man approached them from the dark corridor with heavy steps, tapping his shoes against the dirty floor. "I believe I can help you both," he said, with a thin smirk.

"What? Who are you?" said Iyuna's father, eyeing the tall man in a black suit with mysterious white hair. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, his body instinctively stepping backward.

"Give the baby to me," said the man, his name was Layze Marge. That's right, he was Iyuna's adoptive father. His sharp eyes stared straight ahead, his fingers tapping gently against the side of his thigh.

"Are you crazy? We can't even afford to pay for the delivery costs!" Iyuna's father snapped, spitting roughly to the side.

"I will fund all the birthing expenses. However, you must surrender the baby to me, and I will also keep quiet about what you've done, so don't worry," said Layze, pulling out a thick envelope from inside his suit and waving it in the air.

"Wait, really?" asked Iyuna's father hesitantly, his eyes fixed on the envelope moving in Layze's hand.

"Of course, why not?" answered Layze, a cold smile played on his stiff face.

"Why do you want my baby so badly? She's illegitimate," replied Iyuna's mother, stroking her belly.

"Enough, do you want this or not?" Layze insisted once more, pushing the envelope of money closer.

"Alright, alright, we'll do it!" replied Iyuna's father, snatching the envelope with quick and greedy movements.

Then, eight months later...

Iyuna's mother finished giving birth, breathing heavily on the hospital bed. Sweat drenched her entire body. And as agreed, Layze Marge took the baby to his residence, carrying her carefully but without tenderness. Layze Marge was a wealthy man. However, he had no wife, he had many servants and subordinates, walking back and forth following his orders obediently. You could say Layze Marge was one of the influential people in Surabaya city. He was also the principal of a private junior high school there, walking with his chin up through the school corridors. Besides being a principal, he also owned many companies, signing important documents every day.

Afterward, Iyuna grew up without ever nursing from a woman. She only drank instant powdered milk usually found in small shops, gulping it down eagerly even though it didn't always taste good. After she turned 4 years old, Iyuna was already fluent in speaking, and could even think and count, her small fingers moving as she counted numbers.

"Hurry up, memorize all of that in your mind!" Layze shouted at Iyuna who sat on the floor, her body curled up in fear. While throwing a book toward Iyuna, its cover flying and landing hard on the floor.

Iyuna just remained silent, "Y-yes." Her lips trembled slightly. At this time, she was already 4 years old.

Iyuna's life continued like that, without any outside interference. Indeed, Iyuna never left Layze's locked room that didn't even have windows, just staring at empty walls all day.

He didn't even give Iyuna clothes, leaving her naked all day, shivering in that locked room. Her small body curled up seeking warmth. There was only the floor, a bottle of water, books, and writing tools. Layze only entered when giving Iyuna food and refilling her water bottle, throwing food onto the floor as if feeding an animal.

One day, when Iyuna had reached the age of 11, someone opened that door, and it wasn't Layze. "Hey, you!" said a boy, he appeared to be the same age as Iyuna with hair that was black with a hint of brown, panting after running.

Iyuna lifted her head, her eyes squinting due to the incoming light. "You? Who are you?" asked Iyuna, her voice hoarse from rarely being used.

"I'm going to get you out of here," said the boy. He then entered Iyuna's room and gave her a towel, extending it with a slightly trembling hand.

"Here, use this," he said, then gave Iyuna the towel, his eyes looking elsewhere to give her privacy.

Iyuna then accepted the towel and wrapped it around her naked body, her thin fingers gripping the cloth tightly. The boy then grabbed Iyuna's hand and ran, taking her outside, his footsteps quick and hurried.

"W-wait," said Iyuna, her steps dragging, her weak legs almost tripping.

They then left Layze's large and magnificent residence, then ran somewhere unknown along streets unfamiliar to Iyuna. They were now in the city, surrounded by tall buildings and passing vehicles. Iyuna pulled her hand away, "You, who are you? Why did you release me?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Oh yes, I'm Anggara," said the boy, scratching his head that wasn't itchy.

"I am one of Layze's adopted children. He looks for babies who are 'unwanted' by their parents, then raises them and forces them to become quality products. Until eventually, Layze can sell them at a high price," said Anggara, his breath still ragged from running.

"I see"

"I see!" said Iyuna at that time, her tone rising, her hands clenched at her sides.

She then reached for Anggara's hand, "Thank you!" she said, her eyes sparkling, tears of gratitude pooling in the corners of her eyes.

Anggara only responded with a small smile, nodding slightly. They then spent time in an alley, walking around without purpose, occasionally hiding behind walls when they heard sounds. Until days passed, they were now on the run, sleeping in shifts and scavenging for leftover food.

"There they are!" shouted one of Layze's subordinates who was searching for Anggara and Iyuna at that time, his finger pointing firmly, one of them spotting Iyuna who was walking casually.

Iyuna was startled, her eyes wide open, then ran quickly through the crowd, bumping into several people in the process. Layze's subordinates continued to chase, crashing into anyone blocking their path.

Until finally, "Over here!" shouted Anggara, opening a door with a hard kick.

Iyuna immediately ran there and entered, her breath panting, while Anggara closed the door quickly, pushing it with all his body weight.

"Are you okay? Iyuna?" asked Anggara worriedly, his hands checking Iyuna's arms and face for injuries.

"I-I'm fine," answered Iyuna anxiously, biting her trembling lip.

"I'll check outside," said Anggara, then opening the door slowly, peeking carefully.

"BANG!" the sound of gunshots and a hail of bullets pierced Anggara's body, his blood splattered onto Iyuna's face, warm and sticky. Iyuna's eyes widened, "Huh?" she muttered, frozen in place.

Anggara's body then fell into Iyuna's arms, his body slumped limply like a doll. "Anggara? Anggara? What's wrong with you?" asked Iyuna anxiously, her tears falling down her cheeks, her hands caressing Anggara's increasingly pale face.

Layze's other subordinates surrounded Iyuna and pointed their guns at her, the muzzles of their weapons gleaming under the light. Anggara gently stroked Iyuna's cheek, his blood-covered fingers leaving red marks on Iyuna's white skin. "I-yu-na, do-n't cry," he said, dying, his breath intermittent.

"You? What's wrong with you? Are you sick? If so, I'll heal you!" said Iyuna anxiously, her tears flowing more heavily, holding Anggara's bleeding body, hugging him tightly as if she could hold onto the life slowly leaving that body.

"N-o," said Anggara, holding Iyuna's hand, his fingers trembling weakly reaching out, before finally closing his eyes, his head slumping to the side.

"Anggara? Anggara? Talk to me! Please!" shouted Iyuna anxiously, shaking Anggara's stiff body, slapping his cheeks gently hoping he would wake up.

"Anggara? Please! Are we? Going to? Part ways-here?" said Iyuna sadly, her voice breaking with sobs, tears and blood mixing on her face.

"Anggaraaaa!" she cried out painfully, hugging Anggara's lifeless body, sobbing hard against his chest that no longer rose and fell.