WOMEN WITHOUT TEARS

Black Shadow

Suddenly there was a black shadow. Crossed quickly from beside this warehouse. Dance can know. Because a few seconds ago the moonlight was covered for a second and then it appeared again. Dance also glanced at the lobag-lobang. Then down the closet door. Deg!.The fear of Dance appeared quickly. Disturbing his mind and affecting his tranquility.

Why not?, from the bottom of the slit, Tari saw the shadow standing in front of the door. How can ?.pwhen there are piles of tables and chairs. Heart Dance sure, it must be Mbah Kahpok. An ugly shaman. Never to smile. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle filled with trepidation. Lots of mustaches and long beards. His body is tall.

Based on the mystery story that Dance often watches on TV, shamans often rape girls. That's what Dance fears. When he saw the black shadow and concluded it was Mbah Kahpok. Mbah Kahpok would rape her.

Dance widened her eyes to look more closely. Is it really the shadow of Mbah Kapok or the shadow of chairs and tables. Oops !. The shadow is moving. That means Mbah Kahpok. Taripun stand by to escape. If the door opens, Dance will barge out. Then run as far away as possible.

Sure enough, then Tari heard a noise in front of the closet door. The sound of chairs and tables shifting and some falling. Dance get ready to run through the door. But his hands and feet could not be moved. Even his fingers could not move. It was as if his entire body was frozen cold and stiff. Then, Dance just yell. But his voice could not come out.

I tried many times to scream. His voice still could not come out. Like being held in his throat. Dance tried to scream again. His voice must come out. Even with pushing. It was like someone else was defecating and forcing his knowledge to come out. Still can't. Until Dance got exhausted and the shadow came in. Jemb !...The dance was unconscious. I could not see the face of the shadow owner.

When Tari woke up, it was morning. Dance found herself on her bed, in her room. The line of her face does not indicate that Tari remembers the incident. Just like the dance when the little masik first. Every time something like that happens, almost every night. The next day, Tari had forgotten about the incident.

Is it true to forget or pretend to forget ?. Just because Tari never told anyone about the events in his nature. But it's not necessarily a dream. The evidence on the last night experienced an incident with a black shadow, leaving traces on both ankles.

The story goes that night a black shadow came into his room and grabbed both of his ankles. Dance of fear and pain. Then thrashed to release his legs. But vain. As a result, his ankle turned blue and felt sore. Until a few days later, it healed and did not turn blue again.

When nangkring in a large branch of the first tree planted by the father, the mango tree. Only then did Tari remember those events. The wind that blows breeze, as if whispering events per event in the experience of Dance. Almost every incident he has ever experienced, in the middle of that night. Downstream of his thoughts. Blowing memories. Like being lulled in the pleasure of nangkring accompanied by the wind. Though anger, resentment and hatred Dance is being nurtured by demons. To grow quickly and bear fruit.

Since the tree grew, the branches became the safest place for Dance. Every time you go home from school, Dance will climb that tree. Avoiding the mother. Nangkring relaxed and looked straight ahead. Let the sleepiness attack him. Such times, usually the mind of Dance is empty and that is the right time for the devil to act. Along with the wind, Satan recounts the bad events that happened to him. Scratch the Dance heart. Shed that wound every day, getting deeper and sore.

When the wind stopped, the memory of the incident stopped as well. Dance regained her senses and sat for a while. Waiting for it to get dark and mommy to leave, Dance came down. Carrying his wounded heart over grudges, fury and hatred flared.

This is the routine that dance does every day. Every time he came down from the tree, his wounds grew deeper and stingier. Want to get angry and scream. But angry at who ?. Mostly just prancing on his bed. While screaming. Only a few times Mbah Kahpok knocked on his door, telling him to shut up. But Tari didn't heed it. After that, Mbah Kahpok gave up. Never told him to shut up again.

This afternoon also Dance climbed the tree kagi. Because Tari saw, the tree began to flower, bear fruit and hopefully there is already a mateng fruit. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

"It's mateeennggg.." cried Dance herself. Then approached the dead fruit, picked and immediately devoured. Without having to wash or peel first. Wearing his own teeth. It is fun, but not sterile. Dance's heart, 'Preeettt.. '. When eating the mango fruit, suddenly Tari remembered Kabila.

Kabila is a classmate of Dance. They are the only children of their principal. His mother was a successful property entrepreneur. Kabila's achievements are in school, besides being beautiful. The face of Kareena Kapoor. Kabila was also the head of the school volleyball team, ranked one general, having won one provincial champion in the chemistry race and many other achievements in school. Kabila is very popular and influential in school.

Kabila also has a school group. This group also includes people who are almost as critical as Kabila. Consists of students from other classes, who excel and belong to the rich. So anyone who is a member, will be a popular group at their school and highly respected.

Dance also wants to be popular and respected. But his level of consciousness reminded him. What criteria does it have ?. As a child Kadis in the government ?. It was not an achievement that could fit within the criteria of Kabila n d gank. The minimum criteria alone are the three-wish champions in their respective classes. While Dance never entered the 10th rank in the class. Then what ?...

His consciousness recognized that nothing in him belonged to that criterion. But his level of jealousy and envy, forbade him to confess. Forcing his emotions should be a member of Kabila n d gank. His emotions often rolled around. Every time I see Kabila n d gank. Until often unknowingly, Dari eat mango fruit in class. Until the mouth and cheeks of mango flesh.

Indeed since from TK, Tari has been prepared not to bring supplies. Both food, and money. Until Tari sits in class 13, Tari is not also funded by pocket money. Thankfully, there is this mango. So for the next few months, Tari has food. Eat mangoes every day.

Yes.since Mango harvest dance. Dance always takes her to school. As lunch. Minimum two a day. Every hour of rest, his friends flocked to the cafeteria. Dance is silent in class. Eat mangoes and glance towards Kabila and some friends who are tidying up appearance.

"Cuih !.still 13th grade students, just want the cantin should be beautiful. The rest, rubbing the lips using lip-lip apaa. Spray-spray on the face, body, haired.capek deeehhh.." said Dance in the heart. Full of jealousy.

Then either pleasantries or sincere. Kabila and some of his friends approached Dari. They usually talk to dance. Their faces seemed to smile kindly at Dance. Before they say hello to Tari.

"Buy where, Ri" asked Kabila kindly.

"Don't buy.tree yourself" replied Tari ketus.

"Your mango tree ?" search Kabila, still friendly and tempted to see the flesh of the mango. Dance just nods, bitch.

"Many don't, Ri.the fruit"

"Much"

"Gue buy..could not ?"

Cling !.idea brilliantly berberinncing moment in mind Dance. Begiti Kabila proposes to buy her mango fruit. Satan also took his mind. The sign agrees with the idea of the Dance.

"The cave does not sell. That's !..." Dari gave one whole mango to Kabila, which she took from her bag.

"Don't, Ri.gue just pay. How many ?"

"Don't do it. Still have a lot in my house. If you like it, I'll bring it back tomorrow"

"Seriously lo?..doesn't want me to change money"

"Seriously...Taste" said Tari again and thrust the flesh of mango fruit from the place of provision. A few friends put their hands out. Take the mango flesh and taste it.

"Wow, that's so sweet" said one of their friends. Kabila also plucked a little mango flesh from the supply place offered by Tari and enjoyed it.

"Yes.so sweet. Like your face, Ri. sweetness."

Deck!.Tari's heart skipped a beat hearing Kabila's words of praise. \*\*\*