Don't Want to Be Pathetic: NIGHT BUTTERFLIES
Section 3
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An hour of travel is exhausting. Ira was silent watching her gray skirt that looked tangled in the wind and dust. Clean white socks turn brownish.
"Dream Ra?" elbow Iki nudged his body.
"No, can I ask for help?
"What?"
"Tomorrow to go home to school try to my dad's yu?"
"Haha why are you tumben-tumben?"
"No papa, my heart melted there was a little homesickness. Who has not met 2 years ago, I have big money."
"Yes, I want home. tomorrow I'm anther, but if you're disappointed don't get mad at you!"
"Would you ask for it, especially if it's not money? Hmmm, I have some doubts, but try it. I need my shoes broken and I have to buy them again. I wear my shoes to school" Ira complained.
"Yes yes."
Turn the motor towards Ira's house because his residence is not on the side of a big road. nelusur small cast road surrounded by large acacia trees and tall Coconut trees lined every street and behind the houses of the citizens . There are not too many houses, but many of them have small children. So the neighborhood always looks crowded.
"Thank you my dear." said Ira down from the bike.
"Jihh naj*s." reply Iki while the road plugging gas.
Ira smiled looking at the back of Iki who was driving with his motorbike until lost in the turn.
Seeing his grandparents sitting in front of Ira's house just smiling past him on foot into the house. That's how he is, cold or more closed off.
"Have you come home?" ask brother.
"Yesa teteh cape." nyelonong into the house that was already open door.
"Kreeek!!" open the room door.
Sit down and take off her shoes and veil and jacket.
"Bruy!" slam yourself on the bed.
Without taking off Ira's uniform.
When will close your eyes *Duut duut!!* her phone vibrates incoming calls.
He saw it from (Mamah Rani) the owner of a dimly lit cafe.
"How's it going to be beautiful?"
"Good mah" he replied, astonished that he had not called for a long time.
"When do you go to Mamah?"
"Hmm there is no free time mah, later if there I stop by yes."
"Not someone? mama there is!"
"Not thank you."
"Well, come by sometime!" he said end the call.
Although Ira is a prostitute*ur but she does not just accept other people, especially she does not know about her health. What if it brings disease?
Ira knew mamah rani from her friend. Because he used to go to that place and wait for guests there might be too blatant so that someone saw him.
Finally tomorrow when going to school Ira got a call from BK and got a letter DO (drop out). Before Ira was here, Ira had been to a favorite school. Where is the school that wants to accept students with female status at night? just smear the good name of the school.
Since then Ira has been very closed. Only a few of them contacted him on the phone.
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Before long Ira was awakened by hunger, moved on and went to Grandma's house.
"What does grandma eat?" tanyanya stepped into the kitchen.
"That's the same vegetable as fried salted fish, eat sok!"
Irene took a plate of rice in the pour filled the plate. Added with asem vegetables, sambal terasi and fried salted fish. The menu is simple but the most delicious.
Sitting in front of the tv "Grand eat?" Proffer.
"Yes you are full. Your body is getting thinner every day!" said Grandma.
Because there is a sundanese blood in his neighborhood Ira is commonly called "Neng".
"Yes, I continued because the school cape was far back. I'm not allowed to do it with Grandpa."
"Kalo ngkos grandpa was afraid he could not take care of himself. Later follow the friends who are not real." said Grandpa.
"Don't want grandma to see what people are talking about neng. He said that some people like to go to pick up different men" he added.
Ira who was eating heard those words as if piercing her heart. Whatever it feels. His appetite was gone. His heart is beating fast. Is it a grandparent and a granddaughter's grandmother? though we have the vices of each of them are deliberately hidden. Oh god what if one day the ugliness of his grandson he knows. How will she feel later? those who are painstakingly bothered to take care of the children left behind by their parents in reply with?
"Hmmm.." Ira breathed.
Go to the kitchen and have a glass of water and go home.
"Neng came home yes, had eaten him to take a bath because later the mallem want to go to the house there was a dinner together." his permission to the parents.
"Yes there the virgin has not had a bath in the afternoon. Don't be in a rheumatic mood! " reply to Grandma.
Yes, actually, grandparents include freeing their grandchildren to go out day or night and even stay overnight. Origin on condition that it must be clear where to go? with who? but unfortunately, that trust was used by his grandson for his own benefit.
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In the lyrics the wall clock shows at 17:30 the time is so fast passing making Ira rarely rest in peace. For a woman night, day becomes night and night becomes day.
Rushing to the bathroom. "Byur byur!!" the sound of water falling on the floor. Some time Ira selsai. appears fresher than before.
Go to the room wearing a short t-shirt and jeans. Shortly heard adzan maghrib roar.
He went to the bathroom to get some water. Not feeling holy but he always remembered someone's words.
"Even though we as human beings have many sins, but as Islam prayer is the duty of all its people.even though our work as a prostitute*r, or even pray, at least before we do that our hearts are calm" said a sweet guest Ira never accepted again because she felt he was too kind to her.
Ira used to be a religious child, but, since her dark life began she even doubted anyone, including God, she felt disappointed in Him because she lived in this injustice.
He always thinks what's wrong with me? what have I done? until it's like this. Divorced parents.living miserable less cost. less affection and now? being a prostitute*r. his age is only 17 years. his life is still long.of course also with all his problems.
In fact he never thought about his future.his goals.it is all impossible for him life now and so on is just gloomy, gloomy and gloomy.
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