Lembanyung

Inside Location

The atmosphere before dusk at the end of the beach alley is indeed getting bigger. The more the night the more festive the atmosphere felt. Houses that look simple, but will look beautiful with flickering lights at night. And the butterflies began to fly out of their nests. Entering the night, the sound of music began to sound frenzied at the beginning of the night.

Cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol slowly began to crack. And ... those sexy women started offering her services. The various choices that exist make the adam who are trapped in it will be more lulled with the beautiful meeting.

"City, Deeva ... Where are you going?" greet a man.

"Find the wind .." Deeva replied casually

"You catch a cold and find me, yeah, pretty. Let the tamvan crossbar treat," said a club customer.

Adeeva Elora, usually called Deeva does not care about the drunk man's chatter she continues to go outside the alley. Looking for a breath of fresh air that is free of cigarette smoke and alcohol. It was so annoying to think, why would he be trapped in a situation like this. The beautiful-faced young woman was just hanging out in front of her subscription mini market. Her beautiful hair decomposes to waist length, her beautiful face a blend of European and Asian and ivory yellow skin that is always layered hand and body lotion. His grandfather was a German who married his native grandmother.

Their family is not a family to be in, just a modest family living in a coastal area. Deeva was born in Frankfurt-Germany, until the age of five she returned to her mother's country. Second-year junior high school student is a smart and brave child, his cheerful and sociable nature is very liked by his friends.

Drr....

Phone's vibrating. A whatsApp message from her mother came in.

Clique

"Where are you, Deeva?" whatsapp mom's message.

He was lazy to reply. Mommy will tell him to go home. He was bored every day hanging out with the comfort women, the pimps, and the mami inside. His breathless smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol spread all over the place. He prefers to sit quietly in front of his subscription mini market in front of the highway.

Yes. .the area where he lives is the localization area near the shore. Surely the young girl was familiar with things that some people considered very taboo and disgusting. But that's part of his world. Mommy is a "mami", the name for the mother of the wild butterflies, a work inherited from Bennett who is a great and respected pimp in the area.

Drr...

This time his phone screamed. The incoming call again came from the Mother.

Click ...

"Yes, Bun .. "the answer.

"Where are you, Deeva. Why is WA Mommy just you read it?!"

"Deeva is on the way, Mother. There was a school assignment that Deeva had to ask a friend" she told a lie.

"Yes, already. When it's done, go straight home. We're having a lot of guests here."

Clique

Deeva turned off her phone. Every night he helped his mother to deliver snacks and liquor to the guests there. He was fed up with the wild stares of the striped-nose men who sought the challenge of pseudo-pleasure there. He often stayed in his room.

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Eleven o'clock in the evening Deeva set foot back towards her house. Yes ... Understandably there the more the night is not getting quieter but the more crowded people.

"Deeva .. "greet the mother.

Deeva stopped her steps. He approached his mother who was sitting on the sofa and the young girl immediately sat down on the sofa.

"That night you came home, Deeva? Didn't Mother ask you not to come home too late?"

"Yes, Bun."

"Then?"

"I'm on a job, Bun. It was too long ago so Deeva came home late."

"Don't lie, Deeva!!" snapped Mother.

The young woman fell silent, she lowered her face. There was a sense of annoyance, sadness, anger and disappointment that fought so one in his heart. But he tried to hold her back.

"Sorry, Mother. Deeva's sleepy." Deeva went into her room.

She cried while covering her face with pillows so that her cries could not be heard by the crowd out there.

Gts ... Gts ...

The sound of the door being knocked from outside. Deeva wiped the tears. Then walk open the door.

Crick... Krekka...

Cekreeeeekkk

"May the Mother come in, Deeva?" Ruz, Deeva's mother is standing on the doorstep.

Deeva opened the door a little wide, then closed it again. He pretends to be indifferent to Ruz's arrival in his room. He threw his body on the bed. Putting her face on the pillow.

"When you can start listening to me, Deeva. Mommy knows that all this is not you like, but you need to remember, Deeva, you live and grow even from the work of the mother here. And help you appreciate that, Deeva.

The young girl was silent. He tightened his pillow so he wouldn't hear what his mother said, he was tired of hearing those words so many times. If he could choose, he wouldn't want to live like this. I don't want to be born as the son of a comfort woman. A wild male seductress who only wants a female body. He's fed up with all this. Every day I see these disgusting things, a terrible hell scene.

"Mother hopes you can learn to mature. Learn to accept circumstances. Do not feel that you are the only one who suffers with this situation. Mother was far from suffering, but this affliction you could bear to see you alive and not starve to death." Ruz went and closed the door to his room.

Deeva locked the door of her room. Yes, he must be diligent in locking the door of his room. In spite of. Her room was separate from her parents' rooms, but she had to be careful, and a wild tiger could come in and pounce on her.

"Mother does not understand how I feel, mother evil .. "the stuff that sits behind the door.

He cupped his palms on both of his faces. Accommodating all the tears of sorrow that flowed from her two beautiful eyeballs.

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At four o'clock in the morning, the atmosphere began to feel lonely. The overnight guests began to leave the place. And one by one the hawker houses of the night closed themselves off from the dawn welcome. Deeva, who had woken up, carefully observed the atmosphere outside the room, listening to every whisper of wind that blew from the door of her room.

"It seems that the demons have returned to their true hell, huuuh.

He was still sitting on his bed, cupping his legs in front of his pointy chin, his hands clutching those long and beautiful legs. Deeva leaned her cheek over her knee. As if thinking of something. His eyes were blank, his mind was wandering in search of his freedom out there. All that was heard was his breath that occasionally felt tight in the chest.

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