Tears And Love's

The Seventeen Part

The little girl kept running after the butterfly

fly over it. Beside him, a boy ran

take the little girl's steps. The girl sighed softly because of the butterflies

it flew away from him. Sadly the little girl sat down

top grass.

“Well, the butterflies are gone,” said the little girl

wistful.

The boy who was standing now sat down

next to the little girl. His hand now stroked the little girl's shoulder slowly

who go up and down because of crying.

“Udah, Sasi don't cry. We'll find the butterflies

another one is more beautiful. That butterfly may have a need, so

I'm not playing anymore.” The boy tried to calm the little girl

his name is Sasi.

Sasi looked over briefly before looking down again. Her tears

it was already flowing profusely, soaking his smooth cheeks. “But I want to play the same

the butterfly that. I don't want anything else, Sora!” Sasi strengthened her cries.

With the overwhelmed boys who

sora's name was trying to calm Sasi down.

“Udah dong, Sasi don't cry. We're looking for butterflies

the others aja.”

Sasi shook her head strongly.

“Just Sasi does not want to play if not the same butterfly

that one! Sasi does not want to!”

“Big cry anyway!” an exclaiming boy in

behind Sasi and Sora. Sora turned his head and saw a middle boy

standing behind them with a sinister look. His hand he put in his pocket

pants grandiosity.

“What do you want to do here?” ask Sasi with a little

snarl.

“Based on girls, it's usually just crying!” childlust

the man smiled with a mockery.

“Yogi,” reprimand Sora slowly.

“What?” yogi asked fiercely while glaring at Sora.

“You can't be like that same Sasi. That sasi, right

our friend.”

“Temen you, not temen me!” errat Yogi

walking away from Sasi and Sora.

“Yogi nyebelin! Sasi will never play the same

Yogi again!” pekik Sasi hard.

Yogi glanced at her while shrugging his shoulders. “I don't

care!”

“Udah, right, there is still me who want to play with Sasi,” persuaded

Sora while smiling sweetly.

Sasi turned her head and returned a smile Sora did not lose

sweet. “Sora is my best friend, deh.”

***

Yogis

walk in slow, silent steps. He nodded when entering

his house was empty and dark. Time has shown at one o'clock

morn. But Yogi just returned home after a day at Bram's house.

Previously

he was furious at Bram who had been willing to hit him in the middle

drunkenness. But Bram tried to give Yogi a reason and explanation

why did he do that. He keeps trying to convince Yogi that

his act of hitting the Yogi was an unmistakable act. With weight

yogi finally forgives Bram who hit him. That was after him

beat Bram to avenge the man's blow on him.

Yogis

closing the door of his house very slowly so that the sound of the door he opened was not

make a squeaky sound that will sound loud, which will allow

made the occupants of his house wake up this blind morning. Especially his father who often scolded him because

Him

a little breathing was relieved because the door did not make the slightest sound.

The shadow of his father who would wake up and scold him instantly vanished so

just. He was very upset when he came home from drinking to drinking or

wandering like this, his papa would be the first person he saw

and ‘welcomeit’.

Moments

just a few more steps to the stairs, suddenly the lights in the middle room

brightly lit. His eyes that were getting used to being in the dark became

instantaneous glare. Yogi looked back and saw Mr. Andre standing

while folding his hands in front of his chest. His eyes looked at Yogi

clingy with a sharp highlight.

“From

where have you been? Just got home at this hour? What do you want to be?” snapped Mr. Andre

direct.

Yogis

rolled his eyeballs and flicked his hands in the air. He's being lazy

in response to all of Mr. Andre's words. With a slow step he climbed one

per one rung of stairs without even once intending to turn around and mengubris word

Mr. Andre.

“Yogi!

Papa is talking to you!” snapped Mr. Andre again. The anger is clear

from his voice.

“Udah

shit, Pa. I'm males arguing!” answer Yogi indifferently.

“Yogi, ,

when can you not be like this against Papa? Why are you always

think of all this Papa saying to you as the wind then?” ask Sir

Andre's.

Patience

it's really over. He was tired of the behavior of the Yogi

crossing boundaries like this.

“Papas

I heard yesterday that you were not in class at all. Even

even the headmaster that Papa asked did not know that you were in the

school. Where have you been, huh? Yesterday should have been your first day

start your learning activity, but you just want to wander and go home

clock soon! You should have followed Sora's attitude. He obeyed every

whatever Papa says. He never disputed Papa's words, no

like you are!”

Yogis

the one who initially felt a little guilty now began to feel emotions after his father

boasted Sora right in front of him. His heart was very sick after hearing

his papa was so proud of Sora, rather than himself. With annoyance Yogi tread

the stairs, even climbing two stairs at once. He immediately slammed

the door to his room without giving Mr. Andre a chance to lecture him

any more.

“Basic

brash kid!” maki Mr. Andre hard.

Yogis

smiled faintly when he heard the meaning of his papa. I don't know how many times your father has

spewing insults at him. So often and so much meaning that he

accept, he even considered the curse to be the wind then.

However

this time it's different. I don't know why his heart hurt. Tears that never

wanting to get out of his eye patch now forced him and seemed to be racing to get out

and flooded his cheeks.

“What's so good about Sora? Why before,

often he's the one who's proud of this family?” he said while

clenched both its arms. “And he's just a little kid in this family!”