WOMEN WITHOUT TEARS

Threat of Father's Punishment

Dance no longer wants to play her role, the hurrah-hore team or the dear listener. The role was handed over to Tari to Kabila n d ganknya and if possiblekab to everyone who calls himself a friend. Dance will be a good character for them. Royal treat until vomiting.

Although the Dance talk is not slang for them. It even sounds very loose. Not about tik-tok an, gossip artist, drakor, guys, fashion, promo....Dance only tells the story of an evil mother, her innocent Kindergarten friends and one more. About ghosts, shamans and mystery stories. The friends and Kabila n d ganknya, just resigned to listen. Nodding, frowning or fidgeting with a glance here and there.

It happened not because Tari had felt like Kabila. Good and royal group leader. Actually, Tari is one step ahead of Kabila. Kabila rarely treats its members. They are usually joint ventures. Because they're all the children of the rich. Only Kabila's Dance. Now Tari who treat Kabila plus with bonuses. Practicing all members of the group. So for Tari, well, he felt like he had replaced Kabila.

The arrogant attitude of Tari began to seem obvious. Several times I bought the school cafeteria. Prohibiting friends outside the Kabila group from entering. If you go home from school, immediately grab Kabila's school bag. Take him to Kabila's car park. Waiting for Kabila to open the door. Once it opens, Dance goes straight into the front seat. Sitting arrogantly beside Kabila, who was about to drive his car.

How to try to ban Dance or avoid Dance. Kabila and some members of his group who used to go home with Kabila, just stroked the chest. Resist the frustration that changes every day. Become a nocturnal hatred. Manyun and cynical stared at Dance. Want them to avoid. But can't bear to let Kabila alone with Tari. They must be overwhelmed with frustration and boredom with Dance. Hope in your heart, that the sun will set quickly. Then they quickly went home and were free from the clutches of Dance.

Unfortunately Dance has no sensitivity to the suffering of others. Like the suffering of Kabila n d gank her who felt depressed about the arrogant attitude of the Dance. Dance doesn't care either. How bored and wanted to vomit they heard the dance continues to squawk. Dominating the atmosphere with his loud and crisp voice. His language is rough, his breath stinks and his teeth are yellow.

Dance is mabok in a new era of his life. Acting like a slang child that is liked by friends. Living the tradition of youth with the mall road to the mall, gather and gossip. Spend the rest of the day sharing the Dance version of the story with a group of people named friends.

Furthermore, the rest of this day that he stayed a little spent with fear and anxiety. Stay in his room. Passing the night with joy. It feels like a very long night. There is no safe escape. The front porch, no. The mango tree, not even. Moreover, school, it is more impossible to run to hide to school at night. Releasing the burden she suffered at home by laughing and telling loud stories. The burden of pressure from an evil mother. Worse than the capital. And fear as well. Because I took my father's money.

Again tonight Dance is very restless. Can't sleep. Even if it was sepicing. Especially for PR. Dance cannot concentrate. Fear of father's anger, already accusing him, "BE WRONG !" and should be punished.

What punishment will he receive from his father ?. Is the slap ?, it was sent ?...Until the ears are broken, both. Blows on the legs, buttocks or arms with a broomstick?, bells ?...or punishments more cruel than mother. Is it in prison ?...Ooo.the heart of Dance is pounding very fast. His breath became crowded. Expect punishment from dad.

The reason was Tari heard mom asking for money from dad. Asking for mom is to be given right then and there. Wear a loud voice and at the end there is the word makian. He answered nervously, if there was no money.

"Beast you!.ask for the money !. The money from Mr. Asep !. I saw him give you an envelope !. It must be money !. He's gonna ask you to take care of it so that his business license can come out quickly, right ?:

"The money's gone"

"Come you!..b*b* kaaauuuu !!!" hysterical mom. Sambik slapped his head many times. "Don't you deceive me !. Request the money, b*b* !"

"Lost !...It's gone!.." said dad. While fending off and evading the agility of the mother's hand.

"Shut up !" mother shouted very annoyed and stopped beating father's head. Maybe mom's tired. The power is drained a lot. But the eyes of the mother were still very sharp towards the eyes of father. His breath was ngos-ngossan. Between tired and still lusting after wanting to curse dad again and again.

"I don't want to know !. Anyway the money should already be on the room table !. When I go home !. Listen to you, beast !" order mom, then leave. After punching dad's stomach hard.

Dad just grimaced a little. He leaned his back on the sofa he had been sitting on. When I get violence and abuse from my mother. Once the father scratched his head and several times stared at the direction of the room Dance. Did you know that the money was taken by Tari ?.

The whole body of Dari seemed to have started freezing cold. When I saw the light of my father's gaze. Anxiety makes Dance's eyes do not want to be closed. Lazy focus looked towards the door of his room. Just in case dad comes in.

Deg deg deg deg deg.jantung Tari. Just thought about it, it looks like it will materialize. Dance heard the sound of father's footsteps, approaching to her room. Dance's eyes looked down at the door of her room. There is a shadow moving !. "Mampus.."whisper Dance in his heart.

Brak !.heard a bang on the door of the room. I saw you standing at the door and.."there's mom !" pekik Dance in the heart. As soon as the door of the room opened, the mother immediately stormed in to enter. But I stopped him by holding mom's hand.

"What are you !" said mother angry and looked at father very sharply.

"Let me alone" said the father in a soft voice, pleading.

"Review you!.if there is no money. I killed him in front of you !. Listen to you, beast!." Threatened mom very sadistic. Not giving up problems to my father.

Even so, my mother still stepped out. After punching the belly of dad first. Dad just resigned. Then I entered the Dance room. Stand beside the bed Dance. Watching Dance pretend to be asleep. Back and forth took a strong breath and held it down strongly as well.

Dance closed her eyes tightly. His body was trying not to make the slightest movement. Even breathing, Dance did it carefully. Dance is animating a play pretending to sleep.

I looked at him and found out about the play. Weighing wisely. Should you catch that fake play ?. If you don't punish Dance. Then I will punish him even more severely. But I can't punish Dance. The child who never gets the attention of the mother. Should cooking be punished ?. Dad's still weighing.

While Dari was already agitated with indifference. Already planned will soon push strong body of father. If I open the blanket. Then Tari will run fast. Without a single stopover purpose.

Brak!.he heard the sound of the door again being thrown strong. Dance surprised, but try not to panic. His mind was running in the negative direction. Don't you know Dance's plan. Then shut the door. So that Dance does not run. Wow !.this orgasm.

Dance began to shiver in fear and wait for the actions of the father already with resignation. Degdegdeg. Two seconds passed too. One minute, two minutes.sepi. Ten....Curiosity Dance overcame her fears. Taripun peeking under the blanket. Observe the surrounding and yaaaahhhh.ayah does not exist.

Spontaneous Dance flicked her blanket. Get up and sit on his bed. But I don't want to breathe. Moreover, immediately mingled with his assumption, that he was free from father's punishment.\*\*\*