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Bab 3: A pushover

3 months later...

Ah, I smile, why may you ask?

It's obvious!

My body has slimmed down, so much so, that I was only slightly overweight. A bit fat here and there, but I still looked good; my face had slimmed down and my hair was a short bunch of tiny gray curls that made me look almost ten years younger, since losing all that f*cking fat.

I was also doing some online courses: English, Math, Nutrition, History, Business Studies, and a few languages, along with the cooking courses I had once a week.

Food is important; actually, it is the entire reason I've slimmed down so quickly. All because my stomach acts like it's on steroids or something, always hungry, ah! Added that, I applied what I had learned in the nutritional courses I had taken, so that my eating habits can be at least clean.

With my plans in place, around two years... Maybe less. I'll be able to have a full idea of what I wanted, where I wanted to go with this life, and continue to take the steps needed to head in the right direction.

Finishing up with my seated squats, I thought of what I'll do today.

I had to finish reading up on and do a quarterly test on history, followed a few days later with the maths.

In the supermarket, I had music blazing in my ears from large neon pink Bluetooth headphones. Ah, how sad this is, that in reality, I could not sing. The voice sucked, I really wanted to, but I felt my ears bleed once, then swore to myself never a-fucking-gain... picking up some carrots and various types of fresh meats. How I knew?

This place had a section for freshly delivered meat. I have to say it's amazing, and I inwardly praised this supermarket, even though the cost was five times the amount of normal meat.

Alright, alright, I admit I'm a quantity-over-quality type of person; like really, if it looks good, I'd buy it, even if it's cheap. Why waste money on an ugly thing, right?

Anyway, food is for me quality over quantity; this body is my temple, and I want to live a fulfilling life, ah.

Moving on to select some wild rice, chickpeas, along with various whole grain products and some herbs. I dropped them in the basket with a smile, thinking of the somewhat ten-minute drive back to the house.

Learning since I have no knowledge to teach myself, I needed to learn from the basics all alone from what I could remember from the bits and pieces of memory; myself driving was easy. It would be strange going back to classes once more when the previous owner of this body had received her license two years ago. Sure, I had road rage, but erm, who wouldn't, right? (Ah, Satrya, we all are aware you act like you are on crack sometimes.)

I had so many almost crashes and... fck, I'd caused a few accidents, but who gave a sht? The main point here is that I wasn't caught, and that no one can prove it was me, so fuck it and them. Sadly, no one was ever maimed, died, or seriously injured. See how awesome that I was? They all survived with a few scratches and flesh wounds.

(rolls eyes, erm right your warped logic)

On my way to the only free cash register, a man cut in front of me with a bunch of groceries; I stopped.

Then stared at him in a bit of confused mounting anger that seems to be like a pot of boiling water. Wait!

No, this is more like lava trapped just under the surface, ready to explode.

Fragments of memories flashed at that time: ah, sister, stupid c*nt sister, I tsk inwardly at all the things she took lying down.

Well, sht, apparently my stupid as sister was a pushover, so in connection, the present me was treated the same?

I wasn't.

"OK, yo! That's my place!" I know, I know, my speech was not the best, but I am trying my best and promised myself I'll get better. But when you are restraining your violent tendencies, who in their right mind would think of eloquent speech?

Not this one here, like seriously, this man who cut in front of me—I struggled, really I 1000% struggled.

As he turned slowly and looked at me, a sneer building on his face.

Not to bash his face in, really I did, but what he said made me snap, ah, the lava escaped.

"You were too slow; first come, first served." I stepped from my trolley and walked towards him, face blank, eyes wide. Fuck it, I'll bash his head in; I'll deal with everything later. He won't die, just maybe become brain dead after, I mean thats fine and and maybe he will learn to read the room better. At that time, a lady suddenly appeared and helped me to the next open spot.

She was so nice, so f*cking nice that when everything was totaled, I tipped the bitch.

"You saved his life, what an angel," I said sweetly; my almond-shaped eyes looked at her innocently.

She smiled at me, saying thank you, closing the register. Something passed across her face; I studied her a moment, her eyes darting around, but that was cool; she was safe... for now. Walking out past the c*nt, I went to my car. It was nothing fancy, really—

Well, I suppose; it had four doors, was red and shiny, and it could top a speed of two hundred. I liked the piece of sh*t since I now knew how to work it without wrapping around a tree, and it was my first car I had ever driven in this world. 

Packing my purchases, I placed what needed to be placed, admired my car that had not one scratch, and drove off with a nice song blaring from the speakers.

As I drove, strangely not over 150 km/h but simply 80 km/h... I know, shocking, right?

Halfway home someone crashed into my car. Gripping the steering wheel, I slid to a side, pulling the handbrake quickly so the car could slide to a quick stop on a dirt track road. Breathing hard, to be honest, I was somewhat scared; there is a cliff nearby. If I fell, I'd go boom with my car. 

Man, what the hell?! 

I blinked, anger boiling, almost all-consuming. This was like an alternate reality or something, right? 

My car just hadn't been crashed into, right? 

I opened the door and stepped out, my rage giving me extra momentum. Moving quickly, I reached out, ripping off one of his arms immediately as blood flowed from the wound, dirtying his clothing with a few spots splashing on mine.


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