WOMEN WITHOUT TEARS

Wrestling In Dormitory

Dance is not willing to lose her easy target, Mila. Now only Mila could satisfy her anger. When Mila declares retreat from this campus, Tari is very unwilling.

Dari also stalked Mila who had just entered Mother Pur's room to say goodbye and hand over dorm room supplies. Waiting for Mila to get out of Mother Pur's room.

Dance began to fidget. Because I felt Mila for so long in Mother Pur's room. A few moments later even what seemed to come out was Mother Pur. Dance felt like she could wait no more. Soon Dance ran into Mother Pur's room. Mila was terrified. Spontaneously stood up from his seat. Even though his feet were shaking.

Dance pretends not to care about Mila. Walk quickly towards Mother Pur's desk. Take Mother Pur's bag and ruffle it. Looking for Pur's wallet. After meeting, he took it and will put it in Mila's bag.

"Hey.mau what lo" protests Mila who forcibly took Mila's clothing bag.

"Silence lo.." said Tari and spontaneously slapped one of Mila's cheeks. Then push Mila. Until Mila fell. Dance also had the opportunity to put the purse of Mother Pur in Mila's bag. Thereafter...

"Oooo.pity. Falling, yes." continued Tari. Pretending to help Mila get up. After Mila managed to stand up. Suddenly back Dance pushed Mila's body.

Mila fell again. This time on the couch. One hand Dance spontaneously grabbed Mila's hair.

"Switch.gile lu !. Release !, Dance..."

"Eatya, if you want to go it must say goodbye dong..."

"Hey.there's this "asked Mother Pur who suddenly stood at the entrance of her room. Mother Pur's face looked so shocked and confused.

Immediately Tari removed her hand from Mila's hair. While Mila immediately ran behind Mother Pur's back.

"The Dancing of the Fidelity, ma'am" Mila said in a stifled cry.

"Si Mila took Mom's purse" the fierce Dance reporter

"No, ma. It's not.he who..."

"Just check the bag, ma'am"

Mila sighs resignedly. Pur's mother checked his bag and of course Pur found his wallet there.

"Mila!." Mother Pur said in a voice restraining anger. While showing his wallet in front of Mila.

Mila is not willing to defend herself and explain the truth. Thought, "Free". After all.him is officially out. So the matter will be over, as soon as Mila's feet step out of this room.

It turns out that thought was caught by Dance.

"Mom.really it wasn't Martha who took the kids' money. But Mila, ma'am.."

"What !?" peekik Mila spontaneous, shocked. So did Mother Pur. But without screeches. Only from the look in his eyes did he stare in disbelief at Dance.

"Martha just black cambimg Mila, ma'am" continued Tari more eagerly propaganda.

"No, ma. Lying !...That is slander !. But her, ma'am. He made Martha blind. He sprayed sausage sauce into Martha's eyes, ma'am. He's doer...He's the thief..."

"He!. It has been proven that you did. Tuh !.tadi.wallet Mother Pur. You still have time to help. Lo klepto !..lo..."

"Already.silence !. Why is my wallet in your bag"

"That was Dance, Mom. He's the one who came in there. Not me.."

"He, mom...That's why he intends to go out. He was afraid to go to my mother's house"

"I agree, ma'am" Mila replied firmly, quickly and confidently.

"If it's true, I'll call your parents. If not, then already. Forget it.." continued Pur. And complain long.

"I can't forget, ma'am. I will deal with Dance" Mila replied. Looking hard at Dance. Then Mila left. Same with Dance.

Since Mila's departure, the situation in the room; calm and normal walking back. Joking, learning, gossip, showing off clothes, shoes, new girlfriend, new bustle...The story of losing money, nothing more.

There are also no more scared friends in Dance. All the friends of one room Dari. even seemed indifferent to Dari. Most of them admit the truth of Mila's statement, that Dance is cunning, evil and sadistic. Therefore they tend to stay away from Dance. Including Ruli, start making distance with Dance.

No matter how much Tari tries to get her friends' attention back to her, it is still in vain. Dance is not considered a good character anymore. Even considered as a witch who took the wrong incarnation. It should be a pretty woman. Eh.Malah fat woman with face below standard.

As a result, it can be said that his friends are away from him. Stay away from Dance without leaving any expression. Suppose hate, anger or annoyance. All their emotional expressions were absent. They are like robots without souls. So said Tari's heart. He vomited up his disappointment with his friends.

Had they stayed away from Dance out of fear, it would have been great. Dance can get into their lives and ruffle their emotions. It was a game that Dance loved. But if they're like soulless robots like that, Dance can't get in.

Truly Tari did not feel comfortable living with this kind of situation. It feels dull and boring. If this continues, Dance cannot enjoy life happily.

Though Tari has been trying to ruin the situation. Rumorizing Desi to Ruli. Said to Desi, that Ruli was still very hurt towards Desi. The Ruli nicknamed Desi as a pretentious woman, rich snobs and blablabla...

It turns out that effort did not work. Both Desi and Ruli, were unaffected by the words of Dance. They seem to be getting familiar again. How disappointed Tari found that fact.

Dance position seems threatened to be marginalized or can be immediately museumed. Not as an antique. But sacred stuff. No longer considered a friend. Especially with a position as a good character.

No more opinions. No more buying and blabla..Anyway no.no...no..no... Only those that are hugged or reflected in friendships. How much she hates her friends. Let alone seeing them happy, in his absence.

Just as much hate, when you find your mother is still happy to abuse her. Never afraid to see himself. This state of affairs is not called life for Dance, but death. The world is like a new cemetery. Where the bodies haven't learned to be scary ghosts. But the ghost that overslept.

"Munafic !" as if Dance in his heart.

This must be all Mbah Kahpok's fault. The old shaman is no longer powerful or perhaps Mbah Kahpok is a fake shaman. All this time only used himself to satisfy his manhood.

"Fuck you old shaman !" dance Talks on Mbah Kahpok. When Tari visited Mbah Kahpok on their evening schedule.

Dance immediately angry. Before the ritual treatment begins. Though Mbah Kahpok has prepared water for bathing with herbs that will scent 'anu'nya them both. To be more passionate and Mbah Kahpok remain energetic. Turns out.stay that.

"I don't need you anymore !" word Dance. Then leave without giving rations to Mbah Kahpok.

A day two days passed from the schedule of treatment Dance and Dance never came, Mbah Kahpok can still calm his 'anu. Considers regular anger in women who are approaching adulthood.

It was only after almost a week, Mbah Kahpok could not take it anymore. His nerves stiffened. Demanding the completion of his 'anu' as soon as possible. If not, then he really became a shaman 'impotent' in his old age. This can't be allowed.

So Mbah Kahpok was in action to collect their treatment night schedule. With fines and flowers. It should be more than one or two rounds. If necessary until dawn.

Mbah Kahpokpun formed himself into a black shadow. Come to the dorm at midnight. Enter the room through the doorway and look for Dance.

A wide smile bloomed on his lips, when he saw Dari with her face puffed up from behind her blanket that covered almost her entire body. Mbah Kahpok immediately slipped into the blanket Dance.

Pull the blanket to cover the entire body of Dance. Picking out Dance nightgowns. Afflicting it and smearing it by licking the whole body of Dance. Make Dance wake up and open her eyes.

Mbah Kahpok was on top of his body. But let it go and even let it go. Enjoy it by letting out a smooth groan. In order not to be heard by the next-door neighbor of his bed, Fitri.***