The Enchantment of Madam

What's No Danger?

A pair of beautiful eyes of the Gothic Mother looks sad when we go down the cruise ship. I could see the sadness, however, it seemed that the ship held many memories.

"Come home?"

I stretched out my hand for him. Originally a pair of Gothic Mbak's eyes stared fixedly at the ship, but currently turned on the palm that was open to him.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot that––"

My mouth stopped and was about to grab the hand that was outstretched for her. However, the taut fingers landed on the palm of my hand making me distrustful.

Did he really give his finger to hold?

"Why see me like that?" ask the Gothic ma'am who makes me surprised.

"Eh, no, really."

I clasped his hand and was grateful tonight was just a little runny, still safe even under control.

"But I don't want to go home, Le."

"Well, we enjoy the night sky." I pulled his hand and without much question the Gothic Mother followed me.

I opened the car door, told him to come in and then I went in at the side door and prepared to drive the car.

I deliberately controlled the steering wheel of the car casually and at this time the clock still pointed to the number nine, still enough day to just enjoy the night with the wife.

"Why smile for yourself?" ask the Gothic ma'am when my lips are on their back.

"Funny."

"Who?" ask the Gothic again.

"Gue, Iah! Motherhood?" ngasal reply.

"Gee! Everywhere people say it's funny from someone else's lips, not their own opinion!" gothic Mbak protests sound unacceptable.

"Well, I'm different, ma'am. I'm not a person––" I said still denied.

"But! You're demons?" mba Gotik.

"No, I'm the king of demons" I said, grinning and shuddering the Gothic Mother as she looked at me.

The journey back is silent. I was confused as to which way the car would go. However, I do not want to ask because surely the answer of women if asked where to go? Answer; whatever!

After circling around for quite a while in the city center finally saw a park and I chose to park the car.

"Why stop here?" The Gothic ma'am looked at me in wonder.

"Follow it, yok!" I opened the door.

Tonight the sky is quite bright, the moon stars also shine making the situation tonight feel sad. In this park is quite crowded by young couples who hang out. Even many food vendors lined the edge of the sidewalk that switched functions.

"Kneel!" take me when I open the door to the Gothic Mother's car.

Although at first it looks doubtful, but Mbak Gothic want to come down and grab my hand.

"Sit down!" I said while patting the grass that looks green from the reflection of the garden light.

"Are you sure you told me to sit here?" tanya Gothic looks doubtful.

"Confident! Marry the boss Ma'am who looks impossible I can. Time just tell me to sit on the grass can't it?"

"Ish, you, tuh, huh?!" he said he looked upset, but ended up sitting next to me.

There were no words from our lips, but it sounded like many people were chatting and even the words of some couples who carried Gothic Mbak sounded like they were going to vomit.

"Curtain! Eating is bullshit! Believe very much the same guy, the ending is even cry," ketus Mbak Gothic when hearing one of the couples that does sound so bucin

"Cieee .. victims of the former sprain," my lead that makes Mbak Gothic look even more upset.

I don't know why I like it when the Gothic Sister looks at me. It was as if there was his anxiety and made my heart become more and more affectionate even though until this moment my race had not been greeted by him.

"Eh, I've been bad and ran away again!" ketus Mbak Gothic when I was sitting chose to rise from the grass.

"Gue's gonna take a piss, Mommy's coming?" I raised one eyebrow while looking at him.

"Fuck, what a slob!" His reply then looked away, then looked up at the sky.

Actually I do not want to go to the toilet, just want to buy a snack only because if I invite him, surely the Gothic ma'am will not want to.

Finally I chose boiled beans and ginger milk because the atmosphere was getting colder at night.

After paying I walked back to the park. There the Gothic Mother still sat and stared at the vast sky despite looking black.

"It turns out that black is not always cool," muttered Mbak Gothic while rubbing his palms.

"Yes that. Black is soothing," I said, which made the focus of the Gothic Sister on the sky diverted to look at me who was holding two plastic bags.

"Drink first, Ma'am!" I gave her a cup of ginger milk.

"What's this?"

"Ginger milk. Relax, this ginger is safe," I said.

The Gothic ma'am grabbed it from my hand.

"Thank you" he said, to which I replied with a nod. "Are there really safe ginger?" asked the Gothic Sister with narrowed eyes as she looked at me.

"That's it! That, widow herang aka clear widow. Do you imagine if I take a sip of a clear widow's lips? Is it not dangerous?" I said with a serious face while staring at the Gothic Mother.

"LIVE, GILAAAA!!!" annoyed screams.

I smile at the smile. I don't know why tonight I'm happy to hear him yelling like this.

Although the beginning screamed and looked upset, but Mbak Gothic would take a sip of ginger milk from me.

Enjoying warm boiled beans in front of a vast expanse of garden grass and the sounds of night animals sound beautiful. In fact, I hate the sound of frogs at night, but when there is a Gothic Mother beside me as if to be a beautiful symphony that melodious.

"Sir, may I ask you something?"

"Just ask," he replied after the boiled beans had left the skin alone.

"What do you like about Mr Erwin? Or the other ex-Mothers" I said, looking at him.

Hearing my question, Gothic Ma'am finally glanced at me with a dislike facial expression.

"No other questions?"

I'm shaking.

"Should I answer?"

"Should! Kan, I asked, Ma'am. Time is it broken? The beans that have been eaten live in the skin, noh!" I pointed at the pea skin that was in the plastic. As usual, Madam Gothic looked at me annoyed at all the answers.

"But your question is like there's nothing more interesting."

The Gothic madam turned her gaze the other way as if evading my question. Whether lazy or there is pain so he seems reluctant to answer.

I framed her face and then guided her back to look at me.

"Gue just wants to learn from them. What mistakes upset Mbak so I can improve myself if there is that nature in me."

Silent.

Only implied the look in the eyes of the Gothic Mbak who seemed to look at me deeply.

"Verily, many make me angry, but this also makes me think and look at myself, Le. I'm not a good woman so no good man really sincerely wants me" replied Gothic.

"Bak's good, really, but fierce."

"Well that's it, so no one's really sincere in love with me."

"If I say love, do you believe me?" I asked with both hands still on his shoulders.

"You were a kid, Le. There are still a lot of pussy and I don't like the thinking of the bucin people. As old as Mas Erwin can make me hurt. Especially the young ones like you? Surely you still like changing girlfriends," replied Gothic mother who then lowered both hands from her shoulders.

"Keep your wash for the woman you truly love, Le. Remember, our marriage can break up at any time!" he then got up from sitting on the grass.

The Gothic ma'am walked away while I took a rough breath.

"This time I was rejected. Same old woman again. Said another little boy, my God, what a terrible fate I am, God," I murmured as the body of the Gothic Mother looked further away.

'Is that right now, Le? It's fair that Gothic ma'am said you were a child. In fact you cake a little boy who gives up with just such words. What if he asks you to sacrifice, try?!'

Either the devil or the angel is always with me. That figure seemed to always attack me with spicy words that did have a point.

This new time I gave up?

I rose from the grass to catch up with the Gothic Mother.

Maybe not today I can knock you out, Ma'am. But I'm sure I'll make you feel comfortable and safe when I'm with you!

I saw the Gothic Sister chatting with a man who did not seem to be very old with me.

"Request money!" said the man to Mbak Gothic who looks forcing.

She who? Is it time to show my seriousness to the Gothic Mother?

'Hajar, Le. Alishaarrrr!!!!'

"Ah, satan, shut up you!" my ketus slowly protested at the whisper that seemed to always tell me.