Elvans

037

037

Anger

"Never come home late! Don't ever embarrass me!"

.....

Aleta just got home. The girl spent a long time at Aksa's house because she felt bad about the two parents offering dinner together. His feet slowly stepped through the gate of the house that was not locked. The girl's breathing sounded heavy, especially the living room lights of her house were already seen dead. Aleta was sure her father would be angry.

Crete ... The open pintur sound rang out loud, the light from the porch lights of the house came in and created a lot of Aleta. His chest immediately rumbled to hear the approaching footsteps of the shoes. His feet stiffened and sweat started pouring down. Aleta wants to run, then immediately climb the stairs to get into the room or even run to get out of the house. However, it cannot. His shoes seemed to be tightly stuck to the floor. He had not fully entered, his left hand was still perched on the door handle.

"Good!" exclaim the heavy voice of the owner of the shoe steps are getting closer. The two men's hands clapped making a loud noise.

Taps. His steps stopped right at the end of Aleta's banquet.

"A-dad," said Aleta lirih resembling a mutter.

Herman stopped clapping. His body was faintly visible because the space was quite dark. Aleta shook again as silence enveloped the two.

"Where are you?" ask Herman loudly.

Aleta looked down inside. Her lips are hard to speak. She's afraid.

"Lack money? After selling yourself?" asked her father so sadistic.

Aleta admits her father hates her. Aleta was used to the scathing words that the man uttered every day. Aleta was silent when her father chose to remarry. Aleta cried only when her father committed physical violence. But, Aleta had never felt or listened to that sentence. Questions are like insults.

Aleta's lips twitched softly unable to answer anything Herman asked again. His ears are deaf.

"Lack money? After selling yourself?"

The question kept on stirring in his head. Aleta was not even aware that her father was in front of her with a furious look. The girl remained silently clenching her hands together with her body starting to tremble.

He's not that cool. Aleta's a good boy. Aleta's a submissive child. Aleta tried to make her father and mother proud. Aleta is never naughty. Aleta always takes care of herself. Aleta is not cheap. Aleta's a good boy. Yes, Aleta's a good boy. Aleta's a good boy.

Plaque. A hard slap landed on Aleta's left cheek. Leaving a red trail and a little heat that made the girl realize from her deafness. His eyes began to glaze over at the figure of the father who he had been trying to respect all this time.

It wasn't once the man slapped her twice, so Aleta was used to it.

"A-Aleta an-nak ba-ik" he said softly with his right hand holding his cheek which now felt so painful.

Herman clucked loudly. His hand instantly grabbed Aleta's rough chin with sharp squinting eyes.

"Never come home late! Don't ever embarrass me!" press it on Aleta and then take off her grip violently.

The man turned around leaving Aleta who was pecking at the door.

Taps. His steps came to a halt right at the end of Aleta's shadow.

"Hurry in and never cry in front of me. Free."

After that Herman actually left Aleta.

........

"Why's your cheek?" raina asked as Aleta had just settled herself in the chair.

"Rubber."

Doni who was behind Raina clucked in disdain.

"Gobl*k really, Ta, until you slip!"

Riana turned to look at Doni sharply.

"Lo's mouth! He's a pinter, it's lo who gobl*k times!"

"Lo's mouth, lo's mouth! I'm not gobl*k, but I never get it!"

"Whose son are you?

"Sound!"

"Did, pantesan!"

"Why?"

"Lo likes to make a fuss!"

Doni was speechless looking at Raina who was now sticking out her tongue mocking. What does this have to do with bonyok being just as noisy?

"Kan, this is proof of lo gobl*k, Don!" raina taunted with a thunderous laugh. The girl ignored her classmate Aleta as well. Even Riana did not know that Aleta had fallen asleep.

"What the hell?"

"Bonyok is battered!" riana replied with a satisfied laugh. While Doni was flushed in anger.

"It's lo more gobl*k than I'm with Aleta."

After that Doni kicked his desk strong and chose to go out. If he stays inside, he must not only gobl*k, but also crazy, stressed.

.....

The family room that should be cheerful now feels quiet. A couple who should look friendly even if just watching the news looks cold. The TV that was supposed to light up to cause laughter was turned off. The two of them were silent with raging feelings.

Vela looked at Herman who was busy playing his tablet. Her lips were actually itching to ask the incident last night.

"Speak." Herman said as if knowing that Vela wanted to talk about something.

"Can?"

"Hm."

"It's been a stormy night with Aleta?" ask slowly and carefully.

Herman instantly turned off the tablet he was holding. His eyes immediately looked at Vela sharply as if he wanted to kill.

"He's wandering. I just don't want him to be a real kid."

The middle-aged woman smiled. Trying to smile. "But not by force, sir. Aleta's a girl, still a kid."

"He cannot be like his mother. Stupid." Herman spoke sharply.

"What's stupid?" ask Vela wonder. "What do you think is stupid? A mother saving her child is natural!"

Herman growled at Vela who was trying to blame her. No. gabe. He is the truth and Aleta is the fault. Mira, Aleta's birth mother is a fool.

"He should have stayed with me!" herman's cold jolt ignored Vela's feeling of being torn apart. Herman's heart was not entirely for himself.

"Mas, Aleta is more valuable to Mbak Mira," Vela said slowly trying to give understanding.

Herman furious. His eyes glared sharply.

"Mira is more valuable! Mira should have thought of me! I'm gonna be sick of losing him!"

"Then you thought you wouldn't be sick of losing Aleta?"

"Can you guarantee it won't go down if Aleta dies right then and there?"

"Mas sure Mira will be happy if Aleta is hit by a car at that time?"

Herman quiet. His mouth was locked tightly with the twisted brain digesting what Vela said. Yes, is it true that Aleta who died she would not be sad? Is it true that if Mira is still alive and Aleta dies Mira will be happy?

"Mas, Aleta is very similar to Mira. You should be grateful for being able to see Mira at once you yourself in her. I have a great son."

"I'm going to hate Aleta. I wouldn't cry if she was dead even then."

Prangs.

The two immediately turned to look at Aleta who was still wearing her uniform near the large urn that had been flattened with the floor. Vela hurriedly approached Aleta, while Herman just stared at his daughter flatly.

Let it go, let the boy catch up with his mother.

"Aleta!" call Vela in a hurry when the girl chooses to run out of her house.

"Mas!" her screams loudly stared at Herman furiously.

"What?" sahut lightly. The man stood casually with the tablet in his hand.

"Cursue! Apologize!"

Herman grunting. The man clucked then turned towards his study.

"Bik fix!" his orders then closed his study hard.

"Excuse me, ma'am." Vela instantly shifted her body. His heart was worried about Aleta who ran over with tears in her fertilizer.

"May be well."

.......

 

Aleta ran as fast as she could to leave her house. He didn't care if he was going to walk or ride whatever it was. All he cared about was the pain in his heart. Last night her father said he sold himself and slapped her, now her father says he wouldn't be sad if Aleta died then. Aleta is not out of thought with the man, the man people refer to as her father.

The girl ran and continued to run down the road which was quite crowded this afternoon. The strange look that people gave him he ignored. You're from the guy who accidentally two hit he thinks of as the wind.

Tears were relentlessly falling and flowing. He wanted to go to Aksa's house, but he didn't. Aksa is still sick, Aleta must not make the young man even more worried.

"Devil father," he muttered repeatedly as he rubbed his rough face.

It was far enough Aleta ran, aching in her legs had also been felt. However, Aleta did not want to stop. This lonely road gave him the opportunity to cry at will.

"Mother, Aleta misses." Aleta looked up at the leaf that closed her gaze to the wind. His tears grew louder, his breathing began to hiccup.

"Aleta's coming with mom, huh?" ask who.

Brm ... Brm ... Brm ...

The roar of the motor sounds quite far, it seems that this is the first motor that Aleta met along this road. But, he doesn't care. His feet again stepped down lethargic, his hands holding the rope bag that accompanied his journey.

Where should he be now? Where will you stop walking? I don't know, he hasn't thought about it at all.

Brm ...

The approaching motor stopped right in front of Aleta. The motorcycle tyre almost touched the girl's leg.

"Himself?" greet the owner of the motorbike who is still sitting sweetly on the bike. The same bike as the wild race fans.

Aleta looked up, her tears were still falling and now her body was starting to sound the alarm of danger.

"Who?"

The owner of the motorcycle opened his helmet slowly, his head shook his hair black and a little long.

"L-lo-"

"Moor." The guy smiled as he got off his bike.

"Gue Hendra's. The Son of Cempaka Raya."

......