The Butterfly Effect's

Episode 9

Sometimes, I just want to give up, go crawl under my covers and cry myself to sleep. But I never tell anyone this because I know they won't understand.

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Theresa entered a small alley near the market. His feet continued to step while clenching his backpack. Every now and then, he looked to make sure no one knew where he lived. He doesn't want anyone to know about this.

He is not a rich man like the students who are in Lantana High School. Theresa is just a schoolgirl who can go to school because Hazel helped her.

Breathing sounds heard. He began to feel claustrophobic when Hazel's name flashed again in his mind.

After a 5-minute walk, he stopped right in front of his small rented house. Head lowered. He was embarrassed, but this was his condition.

The fingers were about to knock on the wooden door, but stopped because a loud squealing sound was heard, followed by another loud noise.

"If I'm poor, why? You want a divorce? Okay, let's get divorced!" Robert, Thesa's father is screaming. His blood boiled to the ground and he groaned in annoyance.

Nia's eyes suddenly dewy, then the crystal-colored liquid circles managed to gawk out of her eyes, "OK, it's up to you. I fought with you."

"Good, I also cape live with you and the boy!"

Theresa immediately opened the door of her house so that the conversation between the two of them came to a halt. The atmosphere of the house is very chaotic, everything looks messy. Robert must be drunk.

Thesa tried to smile, "I'm home, Ma, Pa."

Nia closed her eyes and said, "Thesa, come with me to the room."

Theresa bit her lips in fear and obeyed Nia's words. Robert could only grieve as well as pick up a cigarette in his pocket. "Mother and child are the same."

Theresa stopped her steps. Head turned. He was eager to vent his anger at Robert, but Nia immediately pulled him into his room.

The awkward atmosphere was again created when the room door was locked tightly. No one wants to start a conversation first.

Thesha's hands clutched together anxiously, she already knew what her mother wanted.

"We're out of town, living in my mom's village, that's the only way." Nia started putting her clothes in the suitcase. "We won't be able to survive here."

Even though Theresa knew it would be like this, the speech still slapped Theresa hard. All the determination and dreams that have been built suddenly decayed, leaving not a single speck of hope.

The girl shook her head softly, "But, Thesa's dream is to become a dancer! If we go to the village, Thesa won't be able to participate in the international race in 6 months!"

Nia snorted, "Where's the money?! Do you think that dance is cheap? If you're in a race, you're gonna have to buy clothes, buy other gear." His voice is rising. "Eat us hard, Thes."

A year of his life has gone by like this. He is lacking in material things. His father was also a heavy drunk and his work could only waste money on gambling.

At first, there was Hazel who was by his side, supporting the girl and loving the girl with all her flaws. However, Theresa instead left Hazel at her lowest point. That was the biggest swipe of Theresa's lifetime.

"Turn back to the village. I'll find another place to live." Theresa seemed to insist. "Let's find some extra work."

Nia touched her son's shoulder. "When do you realize this is all for nothing?" she asked slowly as she looked into Theresa's eyes. "You're just hurting yourself and we're all affected."

"But, Ma-"

Theresa's chest was depressed when she heard the words. His eyes suddenly wet and his vision blurry. It looks like it fell from a skyscraper. Everything's crap.

Theresa did not accept it and immediately gawked into the bathroom with annoyed steps. On the slam of the door was as powerful as it resounded to the point of creating a chest-stifling silence.

No, no matter what happens, he still has to dance. He could not leave the dance. He did not want to lose half his soul again. Her life was created by two things: Hazel and dance.

The girl turned to the side, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Anyway, he'll get it all again, just like before Rara came into Hazel's life. In any way.

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"Om Radit!"

Alzra's greeting sounds warm and cheerful in the morning, even though the clock still shows the number 6 over 30 minutes. Rara who was a little not appetite-pun suddenly ferociously devoured her food. He didn't want to keep Alzra waiting.

Not to forget, Rara also tidied her hair and also her uniform. Everything should look good in front of Alzra.

"Just in, Alzra. Our princess is eating pretty" Radit said with a smile, conscious of Rara's behavior.

"Hi, Ara!" greet Alzra with a light hand wave. "Where's head? Still sore?"

Alzra came while carrying a black bag and a yellow totebag. Her sweet smile was still clearly imprinted. A smile that creates happiness in Rara's heart.

"Oh, Nak Alzra is very attentive to Rara. Danger if Rara baper." Radit laughed giggling like a child, whereas Rara could only gawk in disbelief.

His father spoke like that?!

"Bapy! What the hell?!"

Radit looks happy, "See, look at the face of the child om straight red!?

Rara's face turned into a wrathful person and her eyes shone with a look of wanting to pinch her father in an instant. Disgusted son. "What a handsome papi today! What if Ara and Alzra go first? It's late, hehe," Rara said with a forced laugh.

Radit laughed mischievously. Radit likes to fight Rara and Alzra. Unfortunately, it turns out that Alzra has put her heart on Della. Not only is Rara's heart broken, Radit's heart is also broken because he knows that his son really likes Alzra.

"Jagain son of om ya!" remember Radit's worried. "Om believe in you, Alzra."

Alzra nodded for sure. "Relax, um, Ara is like my own sister."

Radit cleared his throat, "So just a little sister? Not more? Present, but om expect more."

"Battle!" Rara was upset again.

"Just relax, Ra." Piss Alzra. "Come, Ra. It's late."

Rara was still silent in her place. In his heart, he was afraid that Alzra would become awkward and keep his distance.

Who will be the star among the darkness of the world?