Don't Want to Be Pathetic: NIGHT BUTTERFLIES
Section 34
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The light of the white motor light came from the darkness stopping by the beach. The man got off his bike and approached Ira.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Why? what's up?"
"No! haha."
"Didn't papa's eye?"
"Is this the real you?"
Ira smiled hugging Ari slowly. "I want to cry and I need your hug, but please don't ask why?"
The woman tightened her embrace until her fingernails clutched Ari's shoulder hard.
They had known each other long before they finally established a relationship, seeing Ira's attitude like this was normal for him. But not if you cry.
"Why? what's the problem until you cry like this?" ask Ari in my heart.
Ari rubbed Ira's back slowly while enduring the pain from the clutches of her nails.
"I'm hugging you."
"Yes,,, haha." wiped his tears.
"Udah?"
"Hmmmhhhhh,, hmmmhhhhhh, no, haha." several times he sighed and then took off his embrace.
"Even this woman looks beautiful when she cries." smilingly looking at Ira.
"Haha I know! beautiful isn't?" covering his puffy eyes.
"Where are you going?" saw his watch at 01:54pm.
"To a place where I can sleep in your arms."
"yok? the wind will catch on!" embracing Ira's shoulder runs towards the motor.
"Where am I here?"
"Later, yuk ride?"
"Seriously, you know where?"
"Later Mom!"
Ira sat on the bike and they left the place.
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The increasingly cold night air tightened her embrace, the woman closed her eyes enjoying the breeze of the wind piercing her body.
Open her eyes, "Home home, right?" ari drove towards her house.
"Yes. No papa, right?"
"Yes." Yeah."
He turned his bike and stopped in front of the house.
Ira got down, stood under a mango tree while looking at Ari who was raising his motorbike right in front of the door of the house.
"Aren't you in Dalem?"
"Not come here!"
"Is it possible to sleep?" Ira approached Ari.
"Tok tok!!! mah?"
*kreek!!*
His mother opened the door.
"Ehh, do you want to be beautiful?"
"Yes, it's the same here at the same inn, right?" ari replied, follow Ira.
"Haha you should be lucky your mother is mom!" his mother locked the door.
"To his eyes be damp? in the same pain Ari?"
"Haha no aunt."
"Rii's? in this apain?" his mother shouted at Ari.
Ari came out of the room, "You're married she said."
"Don't-don't be!"
"It's up to the marriage business, but it has to be aunty first, right?" her mother smiled seductively.
"Haha yes Aunt."
"That's not the motor in Ri's house?"
"Udah wants 2pm, this morning!" Ari walked towards the bathroom.
"Dear to go to the room?" take mother.
He opened the closet and brought a short dres to sleep that was plain black.
Gave it to Ira "Tante loves this shirt, used to wear it before his body was as fat as it is now."
"Why should an open shirt like this?"
"Hhmmm, make things clearer."
"I slept with Ari, didn't I? what if Ari can't hold back his will?"
"This is not a good example, parents should not release their children like this. Aunt knows that! it's just that, aunt knows that if not at home you will certainly do it elsewhere. Because aunt also knows the current times are rife**** free especially for teenagers like you. Banned or not, a child will do a lot of juvenile delinquency behind his parents."
"Tante just always reminds Ari to be able to control himself. Aunty did set him free, but she had to know her own limits. He who does, he alone is responsible. Because what Ari needs from her now is her openness, so she doesn't feel awkward when talking when she's in trouble."
"Understanding teenagers like you is hard. All wrong! as parents we strive to educate children very well. Only parents are lucky, if what they have taught to their children and the child obeys everything without fooling the parents. They're lucky!"
"Tante doesn't want Ari to behave as a good and obedient child to aunty, but behind him is a brandy man and a jerk. Believe me no parent wants their child to walk the wrong path, including aunts. But it all takes a process. The approach of parents and children is also not an easy thing. Each child has its own character and personal life where parents are not entitled to interfere. It's good that any child's behavior we try to change it, if it's not him himself who wants to change it it will never work!"
"There may be children out there who can be taught easily by their parents. A submissive child is the child of every parent. Aunty does not want if Ari complies with all the wishes of aunty but mentally troubled. Looks fine on the outside, but crushed on the inside."
"Tante knows this is wrong and if you become a parent later, do not follow what aunt is currently doing!! is it too much talk?"
"It's okay aunt I understand. As teenagers full of freedom we have to risk what we have done!"
"Haha smart turns out this beautiful one," pinched Ira's nose, "Change the clothes aunty want to see?"
Ira undressed and changed with a short dres.
Looking at the mirror, "Haha his back is too open."
"But you're beautiful, it suits you."
"Thank you aunt."
"But Ari wasn't looking for you, where was he?"
"Maybe he went to bed first, just got home from work, right?"
"Yes,, already! good night to sleep."
"Good sleep back." Ira went out to keep her bags and clothes in the living room chair and then she went to the bathroom to pee, wash her face and brush her teeth.
When he finished, he took his bag and clothes. Looking out the window it rained down heavily. "Lately it's always raining."
Walk to room. His steps came to a halt, standing at his feet remembering he had not erased all messages and calls from Gadun.
"No, don't." Sit in the chair and open the phone.
He deleted everything, opened a social media account in shock with his mother who sent him a message for the first time.
*Message contents*
"Not go home!"
"You want to go home to your father's house there!"
Ira leaned back on the chair looking at a lizard who was staring at her.
"Are you laughing at this too? how wonderful is it not the relationship between mother and child?are there parents out there who behave like this? if the house is no longer comfortable, where should I go?"
Okay, maybe it's time. Ira opened her social media account and posted.
*Right now I'm just maintaining what makes me happy, the rest I won't care about!*
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