The Father Boy
ALA124S. The problem was resolved
Thankfully, Izza was not in the hospital for long. Only three days, with the total administration reaching ten million. Dad's coming forward for it, dad's taking care of the insurance too. He said, only half covered. Which means, I have a debt of five million for Izza's hospital fees on my father. Not yet the handrail money, which has been transferred fifty million twice.
"Dec, hang up. Brother's shrimp put it on the back porch," I asked Ceysa.
I cleaned up as soon as we got home from the hospital. Izza I let it rest and relax, he said the former infusion still hurts.
"Yes, Bang. It's the Day." Ceysa gave Dayyan to me.
"At least sun clothes, go up to the terrace of the clothesline. Afraid of rainy nights" said the father by changing television channels.
"Yes, Dad," said Ceysa.
"You're worse, Dayyan." I scooped up Ceysa's baby face.
It is already quite large, with skin that remains a sweet black color.
"here, Bang. Be bathed." Biyung took Dayyan from me.
Biyung take care of the baby, whoever is important to his own family. The baby will be clean. Starting from the nails, ears, black-black on the head as well. It's like a daki, but not a daki.
"What a fragrance, Sweet." I took the time to pinch her cheek.
"Yes, Daddy's a handsome man." Biyung took Dayyan away.
As I approached my father, I remembered Hari's message asking me to help tell my father about asking for a job. Maybe this is the right time, because he is relaxing watching television.
"Well, Hadi have you talked yet?" I was talking lightly first.
"Udah." I stay focused on television.
"What the hell is it, Dad?" many ensure.
How the hell is this Hadi? He said he asked for help to tell dad about his need for a part-time job.
"Ceysa doesn't want to have any bed."
Aih, how dare he convey. Yes, if about work men feel it is a matter of their self-esteem. If about the bed, especially the woman who obviously does not want to, it is not his fault.
"Keep, what did you say?" I watched my dad watching television. Father who didn't even look at me.
"R****sang." Very short answer.
"Continue?" I'm waiting for the next sentence.
"She asked for approval, so she was refused. Yes don't ask for your consent, but be persuaded and dir***sang." Just now my dad looked at me for a glance.
"He didn't say anything about work?" I think Hadi's problem about that is breakeven.
"Work?" Dad looked back with one eyebrow raised.
"Yes." Yeah." I'm nodding.
"She wants to ask for a part-time job with dad. You see, he often fuss with Ceysa about finances. Continues, Hadi was told to because it looks idle. So, he felt that cake was not appreciated. In fact, Hadi felt that he had helped Ceysa but was still being told to." I explained the point, so that father understands the reason behind this requested work.
"It could be that Ceysa was dependent on Hadi, so he was spoiled. Yes but different portions too, if spoiled it to do trivial things. Cakes grab items that are a high distance away, usually with a spoiled tone as well. But if you ask for help while angry, yes maybe he does not like to see the husband at home. Ceysa and Hadi from a small storm get along, the household is a little colored so it is natural. If indeed Had wanted to work anyway, yes Dad need if part-time. Cake between finished furniture to the buyer's house, at most it's just. Other work will be all time, it is not time because it is just between. So most Hadi replace the same driver there, because the driver is not always there now. So the cake continues, so Dad often intercedes alone, or tell Zio. Later Dad said directly, if you need a driver to deliver. Just drive, it's easy." Dad pulled out a jar to bring him close, then he enjoyed the contents.
"Not every day means anything, Dad?" tanyaku later.
"Every day there are, at least two. If Hadi is busy in college, you can find another driver. If he can do it again, he's told to." He answered after he finished chewing.
Alhamdulillah, sort out the matter about my sister's household. Hopefully after my advice and a little help to deliver that, they can be a warm family back. Do not let Ceysa and Hadi stretch divorced, because they were together since childhood, later even a distance would become.
A month later, I always tried to hold back from saying Izza's true condition. I always divert, if Izza asks about her MRI. Until one day, he took me to the hospital again to ask Fardan for the results.
I was confused to answer it, because the results had come out a long time ago. Also, the result is in the hands of the Pakwa. Izza's medical record has been copied by Pakwa, if at any time Izza wants to take action at the Pakwa hospital.
To be honest, I was hit by the cost. Not that I don't love my wife's life, I love her and want the best for her. I think, there or here is the same as being given action according to procedure. But I didn't tell him about my thoughts. I kept quiet, I was worried that he would get dizzy if he talked about the cost. Fear, he was stressed again.
"Come on, Bang." He shook my arm back.
"Tomorrow?" I was thinking of taking it upon myself first on Pakwa.
"Tomorrow? Okay deh. Are you busy today?" He's cheerful now.
It took him two weeks, he completely recovered from his ulcer. Problem one, he has not been able to manage his mind.
"Ordinary man, would you like to come?" I often take him to the farm.
There was nothing he did there, but he seemed to smile more when he was there. He interacts with many people, taking selfies himself, and also enjoys the natural beauty that is still natural there.
"Can." He smiled widely.
One week, he could come with me three times.
I don't mind, as long as he doesn't bother me. Obviously I often pay attention to his activities and activities, because of course I am worried because I do not take care of him closely. I just watched him from far away.
"Gih, prepare. I'll heat the car first." I got off the porch.
Everywhere, I used Izza's car. Because dad sold a car that was hit by rubble.
"okay." He went into the house.
He used to bring skincare, drinking water and prayer equipment. There was a floating house, made of wood. The house was made on the shore of the lake, for my shelter and the workers. The floating house has several barriers and doors of its own, such as boarding houses but small in size. It is only twice the size of three meters, with a separate bathroom. The bathroom has one and is used together. It doesn't matter, because I never stayed here.
The pleasure is the same as biyung, which is online shopping. Simple things that long drain the wallet, but make it happy every time. It's okay, I'm still paying from a company in Singapore for that. But from that salary, I can't pay my debt to you.
This is the burden of my mind now, the debt problems and the hospital costs. Since the pond is completely from zero, it has not produced at all.
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