WOMEN WITHOUT TEARS

Nyai...

The house has been empty for a few days. Because the owner was a widow and again went out of town, to the house of one of his children. Dance often saw the tree from the top of the branch of her favorite tree. While the mother certainly did not suspect, if Tari would hide on the tree of their neighbors.

Dance can breathe a sigh of relief. When I got to the tree. Try to sit back and enjoy the sunset. A gentle breeze dyed the skin of Dance. But the longer the badder. Desissan whispered that the night was coming. Being behind this house, must be really creepy. It could be that this house has been inhabited by ghosts or criminals.

Thinking of it like that, the fur of Iuduk Tari began to creep. Inviting fear came along with a crybaby. Why is mom so bad to him. Like keeping the bitterness of the past unresolved. Then transferred to Dance. So now Tari must pay bitterness.

That thought almost made Tari so crybaby. If only the leaves of the tree were not blown by the wind. Dancing in front of the dance. As if laughing at him. Flickering the stars, as if gossiping Dance that began to cry.

No !....Dance should drive away that wryness. Because whiny is the manipulation of a good-ass figure. Better to replay and repeatedly. Every time there's going to be mother's cruelty to him. Since starting little dance. Until the last second.

How happy mom saw Dance cornered and almost helpless. It turned out that the memory of her child, was unable to bury the mother's cruelty in her memory. It was the result of a vengeance that was now ready to be harvested.

Time goes on and now meets the night with its darkness. Spreading the scent of anger in the mind of Dance. Quick Dance dispels her wit. Then make a deal with his passion.

Approved his act of resistance against mother. Taking dad's money and pretending to be nice to Kabila n d his gank. Practicing them many times more. Just ignore your anger and enjoy your anger.

All of that will make Tari a tough person. Not crybaby, not close eye and baperan ait. All of that is the nature of fragile and spoiled people.

For spoiled Dance is another word of sadistic trickster. Pretending sweet and weak. But from behind, kill with an ax. Then there's no deterrent. But it was passion and belief, that Dance had to do it again.

Because there is a new pleasure that appears in Dance. When I saw the mother was upset, the father was upset, Kabila n d ganknya also upset. Makes his passion to defy, reappear.

At midnight, Tari came down from the tree. Back home with super careful sneaking. More than the caution of a thief who is entering his target house.

It turns out that there are many advantages to dancing over the habits of the mother. Always come home at midnight. Dancing used to hate that mother's habit. Dance so lost the opportunity to be deceived by mother. Especially if Tari wakes up in the middle of the night, because of a nightmare. No mother's embrace calms him down.

"What ?!" the demon shouted in the head of Dance. Found the crybaby dance still left. He asked her to cry ria. Fantasize about the sweet stories of normal children. Heloo...Dance is not a normal child who gets such a tradition.

"Come on.wake up girl. Wake up now !" Dance snapped from her daydream for a moment and returned to sneak into the house.

Horeee.the state of the house is calm and safe. Dancing is also grateful to never be embraced by mother. So don't expect me to welcome her, when I get home.

The whole room of the house was so dark. None of the lights are on. The house looks scary. But Dance is not afraid. Even looks happy. That means neither mom nor dad have gone home yet. Then there's no need for Tari to sneak around anymore.

Unsuspecting Dance opened the front door and would step in. Yes..no..ooppsss...Suddenly a black shadow flashed quickly in the dining room. Instantly Tari stopped her steps and widened her eyes towards the dining room.

The feathers began to stand. But there was a curiosity that led him to find out. What shadow is it ?. Back Dance walked sagging towards the dining room.

His eyes were moving around with attention to the entire dining room under the darkness. Glancing to the left and right side. Sometimes looking behind him. Looking for that shadow. While walking a step, two steps.

Not realizing now he had passed the dining room and another step was in front of the door Mbah Kahpok room. Room he had never entered. The room was known as a special room. To this day I will not allow anyone to approach and enter the room. Except Mbah Kahpok and dad occasionally.

The story of Mbah Kahpok, first known Dance of Riris and Erika. His meeting with Mbah Kahpok was only one time. When Mbah Kahpok freed him from the chicken coop. Furthermore, Tari only saw Mbah Kahpok planting trees with his father.

After that Tari never knew again about Mbah Kahpok.Did it still inhabit this back room or not. The father's ban was accidentally obeyed by Tari. Because for what else, nosy about the back room and Mbah Kahpok. Not connecting with himself. So thought Dance before tonight.

That means the lights in this room are on. Is dad inside ?. As Dari thought that, the shadow looked again from the gap under this door. It looks like the shadow is inside this room. No more fighting, but moving. As if doing an activity.

Could it be Mbah Kahpok's shadow. Curiosity attacked him again. Tortured him to look inside. Curious dance with Mbah Kahpok's face now. Because his memory never up to date Mbah Kahpok's face.

Dari had not had time to compromise with her curiosity, suddenly the wind blew softly. As if licking his nape. Spontaneous Dance shudder in fear. Combined with his curiosity for the shadow. Between peeking to find out into this room or just go from the front of this room.

I don't know how many times Tari had no chance to make a decision. Two kinds of sounds came from inside this room. One voice, Dance can already recognize it is the voice of the father.

But the other voice, vaguely. It wasn't that voice that sounded vague. But Dari hesitated to say it. What is the voice of Mbah Kahpok ?. Though Tari had only heard Mbah Kahpok's voice once, when he freed her from chicken kandanh. Thereafter...Dance does not up date Mbah Kahpok's voice.

The winner is his curiosity. Because the bigger the sense of it is mastering it. Pret is with dad's ban. Dance just wants to steal hear me. To see who that is ?.

Dance placed one ear on the door of the closed room. I heard that voice again. That voice is like the voice of a woman. But not the mother's voice. Because the sound is so soft.

Wah !..cheating is dad in this room ?. Who is that father's affair ?. How dare you cheat in this house. That means dad's looking for dead. So broke up is dad with mom ?. Until looking to die ?.

Ooo.no. Not likely. Or the...Mbah Kahpok is having an affair ?. Bringing her affair to this room ?. That means Mbah Kahpok is looking for death.

Dance shook her head. Trouble with guessing his mind. Making her curiosity grow bigger and make new guesses.

Father and Mbah Kahpok agreed to have an affair in this room with one woman. Ngiiii..."What !..."Dance aghast herself with her opinion. But it could only widen its eyes and open its mouth wide.

Put his ears on the door of this room. Stealing hear that threesome talk again.

"I'm sorry for my negligence, Nyai" heard the voice of the father pitched regret, resigned.

"It has happened" said the woman's voice, "The tree has been cut down. His elegance is gone" continued the voice softly.

"Hey ?" whispered Dance in her heart, confused and curious.

Heard my father mention Nyai. Is that the name of the father's affair and Mbah Kahpok ?. Was the shadow the shadow of the affair ?.

"It can be" replied Dance in her heart. Making her curiosity even more excited to see the affair and what they do in this room.

But Tari is still hesitant to launch her renacana which is peeking. Instantly his mind was attacked by the shadow of a figure named Nyai.

Is this 'happily' like he saw in horror movies ?. Her face can be a beautiful woman. It is said that her legend, her beauty exceeds the beauty of miss world.

Though his true form is a dragon snake, which scaly wet and always hissing. On certain nights the original figure is an old woman with wrinkled skin, toothless and gray hair that has partially fallen out.

"Because..." Shooting dance ***