Being a Night Butterfly

TMKM-33

"Arrrghhhh!! Goddamnit! Goddamn bum!" 

Fatih. Blindly. He tried to chase after the man who had taken his bag by force. However, no matter how fast his feet ran still could not match the speed of the snatcher's motorbike that had disappeared from view. 

The man was standing in the middle of the road. Rubbing his face rough. So frustrated. The goddess approached with breath gasping for the chase even though all was a futile effort. 

"How's it?" ask the Goddess with a feeling of worry. 

"I didn't make it, Mom." Fatih answered listlessly. 

The goddess felt her body wavy and almost fell on the road from unconsciousness. Luckily Fatih directly held the woman's body and carried her to the edge. Fatih patted the Goddess on the cheek and tried to wake her up. 

"Thank God you're sober, Mom." Fatih exhaled a sigh of relief as she watched the Goddess slowly blink her eyes. 

However, after a while Fatih was again anxious when he heard the stuffing of the Goddess. He also observed his mother's entire body because he was worried that someone might be injured. 

"Mr ...." 

"Fatih .. we have nothing left now." The cry of the Goddess hardened. That woman looks so pathetic. Fatih looks the same. "How are our lives after this. We've got nowhere to live and a penny. If it's like this, I'll just die." 

"Don't talk like that, Mom. Let's see tomorrow. I'll get the money." Fatih tried to calm the mother's heart. 

"You're going to work? Work what? Not finding a job right now is hard. What are we gonna eat if we wait till you get a job." The goddess hesitated, while Fatih was upset because she thought her mother had underestimated her. 

However, not wanting to argue with the mother, Fatih invited the old woman to go back to walking and sleeping in front of the store. He wanted to complain, but for Fatih it is not the time to complain for now. 

***

Although he slept in one bed and Melinda was a woman at night, Theo did not want to make love to the woman at all. He just sleep hugging tightly, not sharing the pleasure of each other. Even if Theo wants to do that, Melinda will still obey because all this time Theo has been very good for him. 

There's a reason Theo doesn't want to fuck. Unbearable when looking at the eyes of Melinda who was so cute made Theo just want to protect the woman. Think of her as a good woman and don't want any other man to touch her. To Theo, Melinda was his. 

"Have you ever felt a sense of loss?" melinda asked as the two of them had been quieting each other for a long time. "It hurts a lot because I had to lose my son. I worked hard to heal him. In fact, I was willing to be a woman at night. In fact, he still left me." 

Both of Melinda's eyes were wet. The pain was still so pronounced that Melinda several times almost ended her life. I want to follow Atha. However, Theo always held back. To awaken Melinda from this forbidden act. 

"Every human being must have felt the pain of loss. Don't you know that anything in this world is a deposit. We cannot refuse if the Owner has taken what he entrusted to us." Theo paused his words to take a deep breath. "I've never felt as much loss as you feel. You know, a daughter's first love is her father, and vice versa. My first love was my own mother, but I had to feel the pain of being away from her." 

Melinda turned her head and looked at Theo who was closing her eyes while sighing many times. As if he was carrying a heavy burden. 

"Where are your mama going, sir?" ask Melinda curious. 

"Mr ...." 

"Ah, stop. Don't discuss it again. It's not important to you. It's better now that you're asleep and tomorrow I'll take you to see Atha." Theo hugged Melinda tightly and rubbed the woman's back. Ask him to go to sleep immediately. 

Melinda's eyes were closed, but not her mind. There was a mixed feeling he felt. He was still astonished by Theo's excellent attitude. However, not wanting to make more mind-setting, Melinda also chose to go to sleep immediately. I can't wait to be early in the morning so that I can visit Atha's tomb. He missed his son very much. 

****

"Mom's hungry, Tih." Goddess complains. 

Since morning they have been walking. No breakfast. Fatih had tried to ask about the work to passers-by, but they all avoided it. When asked to be hungry, Fatih felt very hungry, but he tried to hold back. 

"What jobs can make money fast, yes." Fatih muttered softly. His brain thought hard. What work can you do to make money quickly. 

Begging out? If begging where there may be people who want to give because his body is still healthy fit like that. If you pretend to be sick, people will not believe you. Especially if he meets his neighbors or friends at a gambling place. Of course, it will become more and more a subject of ridicule. 

Scavenging? Ah, let alone that. Fatih could not if he had to fight with stinging foul smells. 

What kind of work can he get? Aarrgh! Fatih's own frustration. 

"It's because of the fucking snatch! Try if he doesn't take my bag. I'm sure I won't be this sad. Very nice of him, just once pull it straight get fifty million." Fatih grumbling. However, lapse for a while her lips smiled knot. 

Why am I so stupid! I can still be a copet or a snatch. My body is still healthy and if running is still fast.

Fatih nodded with a smile because he had a brilliant idea. 

"Fatih, what's wrong with you?" tanya Dewi surprised Fatih from the daydream. The man looked at his mother with doubt. Confused to tell the truth or not. However, after considering everything, Fatih chose to be quiet because she did not want her mother to forbid. 

"Mom, I want to try begging or snacking on the market first. Pray that I can get a lot of money so that we can eat" Fatih said expectantly. 

"Mother's coming." Goddess memelas. However, Fatih shook his head quickly. 

"No, Ma. You better wait here. I'll go first." Fatih just ran away from her mother. The goddess wanted to pursue, but she had an idea. If Fatih was busking in the market, she could beg while waiting for her son to come home. 

With a hurry, Dewi picked up plastic used snacks and began to launch the action. He walked while begging. His face was made to look as sad as possible so that others put their pity on him. 

"Well, Miss Goddess?"