WOMEN WITHOUT TEARS

Unaltered

Sometimes even though she was not dreaming, Dari felt a sense of uneasiness that she could not express. Because Dance doesn't know how to express it. Then the nights of Dance became disturbing nights.

Often Dance jerks awake in the middle of malan. I don't know what midnight I was. Ever since the devil instilled the incident his mind. But baby, Dance is not as lucky as other children in this world. If flying in the middle of the night, there is a hug mom or dad who entertains him. Then immerse it again with kisses and warm cuddles that bring comfort. Especially if a child wakes up, because he has been visited by a nightmare. Mommy or dad is much needed. As a safe place to hide from the nightmare.

The dance that woke up in the middle of the night, due to a noisy breakup. Beyond the nightmares of the last night. You can just sit in bed and try to forget the nightmare. Sometimes walk to the door and try to peek out. Open a little room door. Then spread his gaze as far as the eye could see.

Just look at the dining table, TV and two old sofas in front of the TV. Although dark, there is only a bias of moonlight that enters from glass windows that never curtain. There's usually a mom and dad on that couch. I don't know what to do. Dance does not understand.

Naahh.just right. Dance saw dad slapping both of mom's cheeks. Very fast and definitely tight. Because then I saw my mother grimacing for a moment. Then spit on dad's face. Still not satisfied mom retaliates, will slap dad too. But dad was deft and managed to catch mom's hand. Then gripping the mother's neck was very strong.

Dance was not surprised to see that. Because of the breeding to physical fighting father and mother is a common thing he saw. Every waking up in the middle of the night. Dance witnessed all the events of that night and the nights before. Almost the same as tonight. Only the physical version. There are also different versions of objects and subjects.

The nights before, usually the father just silently attacked the mother. Mom was very aggressive about attacking dad. Slap, punch, kick, spit and scold; it's a mother's gun every night. Every row with dad.

Dance as a dark spectator. Without a ticket, peek and watch it get crowded. Watching a spectacle not worth watching a child. But it's watched every night. Not because they are under-supervised. But because the cast is a father and mother who does not want to know watching the audience. Violent scenes in front of the children's room. Of course, watched by the kids. Little boy is TK again, like Dance.

These events were never told by Dance to anyone. If the morning has come, the line of the face of Dance is cheerful again. As if forgetting the incident last night that disrupted his sleep. Dance sparkling eyes, only imagined enjoyment at school later. Coloring friends. They made her cry and fear her. It really is a special pleasure for Dance. The belun again had the lap and the embrace of Miss Cecil who had been waiting for her. Wow.that's peerless happiness. Make the dance welcome morning with joy.

Did Dance really forget?, I don't know. For the young Dari, repeated occurrences become commonplace. So there's nothing special to tell. It doesn't make Tari a sweet boy. Because the next night will repeat itself. The time must be told again. That again...That again.bored.

When it was malan.teng...Dance woke up again. Peering from behind the door. Look around the front room and. There's no quarrel. Wow.this new magic, unusual. Should it be told. Because the next night was quiet too. Though Dance must wake up in the middle of the night.

Even if there is no noisy fight. But his anxiety woke him up. Like a midnight call. Dance woke up, peeking and staring at the quiet room of the dining room in front of their room. Keep staring from behind the door. Until the sleepiness attacks him again. Making his body fall slowly near the small open door. Dance also fell asleep on the floor, on the doorstep of the room.

Just a few nights the fight didn't go live. Because this night, mom and dad had a fight again. Without physical fighting. This time it was the father who was furious with a soft and smooth voice. Mother is the one who is the listener. Actually, I want to challenge. Seen from his restless sitting and his sharp gaze on father.

Then dad was quiet. I looked at my mother very upset. Mom doesn't care. Then leave dad. After pushing dad. Until I fell on the floor. Then I heard that the door to my mother's room was blown strong.

Taripun closed the door. Sit leaning against the wall disanping the door. Staring blankly straight ahead. It was as if staring at Erika and Riris who were sound asleep. Without any gangs. Including nightmares that may be reluctant to disturb them.

Dance's mind is completely empty. Waiting to attack him. That was the moment the devil was waiting for. The emptiness of the mind of the Dance, immediately filled with Satan with the events of every night that experienced Dance. At first it was a shadow. Until Tari fell asleep with a sitting position like that. Slowly his body fell on the floor. But it doesn't disturb his sleep. Nightmares are embedded in his mind. Without disturbing his sleep.

Dance sleep is not disturbed. But the spirit of the morning was gone. Performing with his cheerfulness at school also disappeared. No one realizes that. Not even his friends are in trouble. Except Miss Cecil.

Miss Cecil saw something change. Dance seemed to have no intention of playing with her friends. Even to glance at his friends and smile at the slightest of his friends' behavior, there was no trace of Dance's face. Miss Cecil's lap was tied to Dance.

Though Miss Cecil deliberately pulled the hand of Dance to sit together on the bench of the school garden. Watching friends play. Dance did not immediately hit that lap. Until some leaves fell from the garden tree, which occupied the lap of Miss Cecil.

"You sick, son ?" ask Miss Cecil to worry. Then hugged and kissed the head of Dance.

The dance only bowed and shook little twice. While glancing at Miss Cecil and her friends who are still fun to play. That Dance attitude made Miss Cecil even more curious to worry. Her maternal instinct whispered, There is something bad that Dance is going through. But Tari herself could not say it. Because I don't understand. So Tari just kept quiet and seemed to want to be alone.

Miss Cecil felt obliged to find out. So when taking Tari home, after going home from school. Miss Cecil accidentally entered the house of Tari's parents. Usually Miss Cecil escorts Tari only to the gate of the house only. Not this time. Hoping to meet one of Tari's parents.

This time hopefully we will meet again. Either Ibu Siti or Pak Khairuddin; thus the name of his father Tari known Miss Cecil from the student data.

"Hello.bu..pak..happy afternoon" said Miss Cecil in front of the entrance of the house that had opened Dance.

Dance just standing in front of the door. Looking at Miss Cecil in amazement. Several times Miss Cecil said hello. No one of the parents of the Dance appeared, or who are the adults in the house now. Miss Cecil also noticed Dance, began to pity. There are no adults in this house. Except for a dance.

Back Miss Cecil stared pity at Dance. While helping him change his uniform with his home. Put his school bag on the table in the living room. Miss Cecil's heart and mind are still moaning. Think of Dance alone at home. No one welcomed him. No one prepared his food. Accompany him bobok noon. Help him learn and blablabla....

Almost Miss Cecil shed tears. Therefore soon Miss Cecil hugged Dari, a little long. Then he kissed her forehead and both cheeks. A box filled with food. Incidentally, Miss Cecil asked security to buy her lunch to take home. Actually it was Miss Cecil's lunch. But it turns out that Dance needs it more.

"You ate yes, son" said Miss Cecil in a trembling voice. Withstanding the cries that still forced her out.

Soon Miss Cecli stepped wide. Leaving Tari who still wants to stay longer with Miss Cecil. Looked like Dance just stared at Miss Cecil. Until Miss Cecil opens and closes the gate of the house. Miss Cecil waved her hand from behind the gate.

"Curtain miss" said Tari with a movement of her lips. When Miss Cecil waved her hand. Miss Cecil still saw the lip movement and answered it with a distant kiss.

Unblinking Dance's eyes stared at Miss Cecil. Until Miss Cecil was gone from her gaze. Then Dance stared at the food. Without the desire to immediately eat it. Suddenly sadness and loneliness attacked him. Without knowing.

Dance just feels like lazing around. Sleeping on the front porch floor. Staring at the food box and glancing towards the gate. Maybe expect Miss Cecil to come back and accompany her. Play with him all the time. \*\*\*