WOMEN WITHOUT TEARS

Mother Again

A golden opportunity could be silent like this, used by the devil again. The breeze blew coldly into Dance's ears. Read the list of mistreatments and abusive words of the mother to her. Treatment friends.

In order for Tari to be able to do more resistance. At once with the bonus, the revenge. Not just for mom. Even though mom was ranked first. Next up is Kabila n d gank.

Gracia's name was written bold, like her mother's name. Only Gracia's name is smaller than her mother's name, Ibu Siti. Then there are the names Erika and Riris with the caption, 'end'. Then in the last order of the father's name, Prakoso. The description of the question mark in curly brackets.

Enough to take my father's money. Then the pain of Dance towards the father gradually treated. For the record, dad is forbidden to be angry at Dance. Stick with morning habits. So Tari can freely take father's money. That way the hatred and anger of Dance on father, will be ignored. Father's name will be erased from the agenda of revenge Dance by itself.

Dance also rose above her resentment and hatred. Gotta make mom, Erika, Riris, Kabila n d gank her, also Gracia; lament their deeds towards Dari. They must suffer and be tormented by regret. Never make Dance hurt and wallow bitterness.

His revenge and hatred every day. Wherever Dance goes. It won't make him tired. Even his steps increasingly seemed so light and agile. Feel free to behave any way. As he wished to enjoy his life.

His heart is not beating anymore. When he heard the screaming and maki maki mother to himself. Very relaxed Dance into the house. Through the front door and through the room mom and dad.

Not infrequently cross paths with mothers who are singing maki poke about him. His eyes will be staring at Dance. But Dance could not care about it. Think of it as hearing the voice of a ghost or seeing a ghost's face.

Eee...do ghosts have faces ?. If yes.dari used to see it. Like Mbah Kahpok's face. Even the face of Mbah Kahpok is better to see than the face of the mother. Iiii.spooky and cruel. For Dari, mother is just a curious ghost that can only haunt.

Dance just smiled cynically. Walk casually towards his room. Mom is getting angry and will definitely be chasing Dance. Dance instincts are right. Therefore, Dance will go wide. If you have passed the door of the mother's room or when you have heard the cry of the mother.

Get into his room and lock the door. Letting your mom take care of her bedroom door to spill her anger. Banging rough, pounding or hitting with a broom handle.

Even had several times damaged the door with an axe, as well as a hammer. As a result, my mother quarreled with my father. While the dance sleeps comfortably on his bed.

For a few days now, Tari showed such resistance. According to the mother's anger, the Dance's attitude should be stopped immediately. Otherwise, it can damage the path of emotional stability of the mother. For mothers, Dance is the culprit for mother's unhappiness. Born and inner. Should be dealt with immediately until it is complete. Tonight has to be done.

Back mom continued her anger this afternoon. Making noise in front of the bedroom door Dance. In order for Dance to wake up and get beat up. It was at midnight that she felt her strength recover.

Mother's agenda at midnight is to teach Dance, what is the anger of a Lady. Mom screamed, kicked and scratched the bedroom door Dance with a knife.

Eee.Malah mother's attitude makes Dari so sleepy and a little more will fall asleep. Faintly Dance still heard the voice of father. Help mom wake up Dance. Knocking on the door of the Dance room. Shouting calling the name of Dance.

But Dance did not flinch. Dad's getting pissed. Even more upset. Hearing faintly the sound of snoring from inside the room of Dance. I also plagiarized my mother. Issuing an amcaman tone that makes goosebumps my feathers sat the aides of Satan.

Inside her room, Dari was helpless to react. His sleepiness was very severe attacking him. So it's hard to keep up with dad's threats. Discussed tomorrow morning. As soon as the demon whispered in Dance's ear, lured Dance.

Wake up the next morning. Dance still had time to breathe the morning air from behind the window of her room. His eyes were bright, looking out. Even though it looks just a mossy wall. The walls of their houses that separate them from neighboring houses. The walls are one meter high and never painted. It is so filled with moss.

Several times Dance breathed in the morning air. Until Dance sneezes. Then rubbed his itchy nose. Then a little whistling dance. While walking out of his bedroom. Towards the bathroom.

Not spitting out the dance. When all of a sudden his mind was reminded of the threat his father had heard vaguely last night. It was also below his consciousness. Between dream and real.

What if you accidentally run into a father or mother who has been waiting for him in front of the bathroom ?. That too, Dance is undaunted. Keep stepping hard towards the bath. Although his level of caution was visible from the corner of his eye. His eyes glanced at the tip of his eyelids, watching the surroundings.

Aahhh. A normal home with this kind of calmness. Not to meet my mom and dad. This calmness disturbs his obsolescence to sneak. Peeping into mom and dad's room.

Woooww..mata Dance sparkling naughty. It turns out that dad really doesn't know Dance. After the threat last night, I suspected that Tari would be scared and deterred. Dance won't dare steal anymore. Then let his wallet lie down on the table.

When you later find your wallet empty and has moved, how do you react ?. How happy Dance was, guessing the reaction of the father. His happiness was evoked by laughing loudly in front of Kabila n d ganknya.

Her happiness overcame the sound of intimidation within her of the anger of father and mother. To the extent that Kabila n d ganknya it's just grin. I thought Dance was crazy. They did not dare to interrupt. Since the incident Dance grabs Gracia.

Very songong Tari re-forcibly entered in her Kabila n d gank. Dominate conversations with a dime topic. Not connecting to Kabila n d his gank. In addition to breath odor, body odor and ketek smell Dance. Follow-up dominates the smell of perfume and spalshcologne Kabila n d ganknya. Making Kabila n d his gank, cringe and whiny.

The pretentious attitude of liking and self-confidence of the Dance grew. It must be because Tari has taken over again the treaties. As a person who actually did not expect to be treated, Kabila was positioned to resign.

Mana Tari always forced her to come back into her car. Every time I go to school. In the past, before Songong Dance and unable to treat; okay-okay dance was told to ride the angkot alone. Meet them at a place they have agreed upon.

Not yet there. Now Dari was so confident he asked Kabila to take him home. His request uses the tone of command anyway. Complete Kabila's frustration with Dance. But a Dance does not empathize with the annoyance of others.

So happy he got out of Kabila's car. Without a word, "Thanks ya girls. See you tomorrow's. Yea...Mmmmuah !" In fact, Tari threw down the door of Kabila's car. When closing it back. Kabila et al shocked, grunted annoyed and immediately gas.

Dari did not know Kabila's frustration. Classy and songong. Dance stepped towards the gate of her house. Open the gate with your chin raised. Then step into the house, pretentious classy women.

It froze him. No mawas will be the eyes of the mother who is lusting at him. Just one foot of dance was left on the front porch floor. A broomstick floated towards him. Pletok!.The broomstick smoothly hit his head.

"Ouch !.*nj*ng !.." cried Dance spontaneously.

"Dead you!, beast !" yelled happy mother. Along with the spontaneous shouting of the Dance.

Dance is still confused, shocked and in pain. I've stepped wide near to Dance. Hup!..mom up in front of Tari and hap!.mom's hands have been grabbing very strong Dance.

"Let go!.." cried Dari and put up a fight. Trying to get her hand out of her hair.

"The thief!..crazy woman!..rinting !." said the mother. While swinging her hands that grabbed Dance. Dance pitting, angry.

"Okay!..fuck !..your stepmother!.."pekik Tari. Then clawed my mother's arm.

"Aduuuuhhhh!.*nj*ng !..kub kill you!.." cried mother in pain and very angry.

Mother's hand was separated from the hair Dance and Dance immediately ran to the house. The goal is definitely, will climb his favorite tree.

But.astagaaaaa. While mom has managed to leave Tari. My mother is not far behind Tari. Seen a wicked smile mother expands to Dance. In my mother's hand was the handle of the broom. Banging the handle of the broom on one of his palms. As if to say, "Because of you !...You're dead !..."

The dance starts to get confused and panic. Then recklessly running fast towards the mother, will break through the mother. Take the risk of being held with a broom handle. Mother is on standby. He put up the horses and raised the broomstick high in his right hand.

Waiting for Dance to arrive nearby. And then the handle of the broomstick. If I could just hit his head. Begiti Dance almost broke through mom. Unexpected mom. Dance spontaneously threw her school bag towards her mother's face. Dug!.The bag has been filled with Dance with one brick.

Mom's shaking, pain. Loss of concentration and loss of opportunity. The dance got away when Mom stepped in. Dancing keeps running fast, don't want to stop laughing at mom. Although he wanted to laugh and dance happily in front of his mother.

Change that, now run long ago. Even away from home for a while. Dance is a big body, but agile and nimble. The evidence can escape the siege of the mother and her broom handle, from the side of the narrow house.

When running earlier, only one was stung in the mind of Dance. Heading to a big tree behind their neighbor's house that had been empty for a few days. ***