OLEANDER'S OBSESSION
The Night Butterfly
..."This is the woman of the Night Butterfly....
...Work, bet the whole body....
...Lips smile, delicate words seduce, heat up....
...To every one who comes."...
...🌸🌸🌸...
The song Night Butterfly popularized by Peterpan was said to be sung by a little girl accompanied by the clapping of musical instruments in her tiny hands.
“Ck! Little boy singing that song?” chirping Rain from inside his luxury car.
Even though the windshield was closed, the small busking sound was still heard and rubbed his ears. Rain crossed both hands to the chest without caring for the chant. Highlight his eyes focused forward staring at the traffic density stuck red light.
Mr. Tono who is a driver does not heed the curse of his master's son. He has grown accustomed to the attitude of the arrogant Rain who is the son of a famous conglomerate in his homeland. It's only natural that Rain grew up to be an arrogant child, because his parents are the richest conglomerate in Southeast Asia!
“Om, ask for a little sustenance, Om. I haven't eaten all day,” the little girl is giddy.
From the corner of Rain's right eye, the girl seemed to be thrusting a used aqua glass towards him despite being bounded by the black car glass.
“Where are his parents, anyway? Make children can, but why not treated like this?” thought. Somehow the little girl was very annoying, but she was reluctant to open the car glass and give a little money, because she thought it was not her business.
A few seconds later, the traffic light changed to yellow and was replaced with green. Mr. Tono rushed to lower the handbrake and stepped on the gas pedal, but suddenly the car suddenly died. He hastily turned off and restarted the car engine repeatedly because it was glazed non-stop by the vehicle in the back.
"Woi! Woi street!"
"Aah!"
"Woi be go! Poor people don't get rich!"
"The car is not serviced, damaged, mending motorbike!"
"Woi! It's stuck!"
The sound of loud swearing from some riders was heard into the car.
“Why, Sir?” tanya Rain was curious. His two hands that had been crossed in the chest, now took off and both were concentrated in the seat as he looked forward to see Mr. Tono.
“Ndon't know me, Mas. It suddenly died by itself,” said Pak Tono panicked.
“Aw!” Rain snorted in annoyance. Maybe the car he was riding suddenly broke down in the middle of the road. Just be ashamed, he thought.
Rain, the popular teenage boy dreams of these girls just let go of his high school days this afternoon. He immediately removed the buttons of his white uniform filled with parting streaks and replaced them with plain black sweaters. He grabbed the black backpack next to him, then carried it to his left shoulder.
“I'm home by taxi.”
“Sorry yes, Mas Rain. I don't know if I suddenly broke down,” said Pak Tono panicked. The white-haired old man with wrinkled skin twisted his body face back while cupping his hands together.
Rain did not heed Mr. Tono's words. He immediately got out of the car through the right door which was immediately greeted by the sidewalk. He closed the door and looked around to find a purpose.
That afternoon the traffic was so heavy on Jalan Panglima Polim. The tired and tangled faces of two-wheelers and four-wheelers are increasingly made anxious to arrive at their respective destinations when the sky is suddenly dark and gray.
“Si Butterflies Last Night to where?” muttered Rain suddenly. His eyes went around looking for those small body figures that suddenly disappeared.
“Bodo, ah! It's none of my business!” he pulled down as he walked straight down the sidewalk and across the density via a zebra cross parallel to a traffic light.
After crossing the density, Rain saw a stop not far from where he was standing. He walked with the bag next door with both hands he put into a sweater bag.
Upon arrival at the stop, he reached into his gray pants pocket and pulled out his phone.
Plaque!
There was a loud slap that rubbed Rain's ears.
“Fucking kids!” the man's voice was heard not far from where Rain was sitting. He sharpened his hearing to find out the origin of the sound.
“Since morning you do it anyway?”
“Hundreds of silver? Huh?!” the thin black man with a body full of tattoos was shaking the little girl's head while showing the used aqua glass that he took from the little girl earlier. Inside the glass contained only a few pieces of metal money.
“Woi! Where is enough to eat!” he nodded with a terrifying voice. Surprisingly, the little girl just bowed down and cried without a sound.
“Si Night Butterflies?” gumam Rain. He scrunched his forehead while recalling the bushy girl who sang the song Butterfly Last Night.
“Lo find money again there! Force them if they don't want to dig!” the middle-aged man ordered with piercing eyes.
“Joey laper, Pah,” the little girl finally made a sound. This time he held his small flat stomach.
“Hah! The laper? Lo say laper?!” the middle-aged man clutched the rough face of the little girl named Joey. Half his sepulchral face was drowned in the man's rough hands.
“Where to eat if the money is only a hundred silver?!” the man let go of his grip and threw out Joey's rough-hearing face.
“Sana find money! You can eat!”
“Tadi Joey see Daddy bought a cigarette, it's no moneyny-“
Plaque!
The middle-aged man clapped Joey's head violently. As a result of the flutter, Joey's sobs burst and increasingly heard.
“Hiks .. hiks ...”
"Children don't know they're lucky! You should be grateful! Thanks to me you can see the world!"
The middle-aged man who was Joey's father, threw away the used aqua glass he had picked up, then left Joey alone. I don't know where he's going, but he doesn't seem to care about the little girl.
While crying, Joey accidentally glanced at the teenage boy who was staring at him from a stop not far from where he was standing.
Realizing that the little girl was staring at him, Rain turned her face to the other direction and turned her back to Joey clumsily.
Joey wiped off his tears and picked up the used aqua glass and walked up to Rain. He sang the song Night Butterfly again while patting his ripples into his hands with his eyes moist.
..."This is the woman of the Night Butterfly....
...Work, bet the whole body....
...Lips smile, delicate words seduce, heat up....
...To every one who comes."...
There was something strange about his voice this time, a hoarse voice and no longer excited. Her voice choked.
“Om, I haven't eaten, Om,” Joey said as he thrust the crumbling used aqua glass. Her thin, dry body was seen suffering in a tattered red shirt. His swollen face due to slaps and cries made anyone not to the heart to see it. He has been holding his stomach ever since. Rumbling and there is a stabbing pain because it has not filled anything since morning.
BLARR!
A thunderous roar accompanied by a cold east wind blew rain directly onto Joey and Rain's face. There was no orange sky that welcomed the twilight in the afternoon, but the dark clouds that enveloped Jalan Panglima Polim accompanied by heavy rain.
Rain looked around. No one walked there except two-wheelers and four-wheelers.
Seeing the man in front of his eyes turning his eyes to the left to the right, Joey argued for himself that the man did not care about him. With heavy and desperate steps, he left Rain at the stop. The squeaky body did not heed his clothes that were wet in the rain. His eyes blinked softly with the gaze of the fisherman.
“Sial!” rutuk Rain while clenching both of his hands and squeezing his phone firmly. Although he was very arrogant, but this time he did not see the poor little girl's heart. According to him, it is not yet time for the little girl to feel the bitterness of life at her young age. Unable to look at the little girl's back, he rushed up from his seat.
“Hei! Cil!“
BLARR!
Rain's screams sank due to the mutual thunderbolt. He intended to call the little boy and give him some money, but the squeaky body suddenly fell helpless.
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SERIATE...