The Father Boy
ALA129'S CHAT. Sacked dad
"The people come."
I'm wailing, to find the source of the sound. The courtyard of this house is deserted, the day is getting night. What are ghosts? Because there is no one around the yard of this Pakwa house.
"It's in the window, Bang." The sound was followed by a small twitch.
I looked directly at some of the windows, until I finally found a slightly open window at the far left. It was Bunga, he was there in the same shirt.
"Say me first, if you want to come." I don't want to be accused of running away a young widow.
"Tuh, it's not so. Come on, don't come with me." Followed by the sound of a closed window.
I walked, I came home and stopped by the minimarket first. Until I got home, I found my dad on the porch.
Is he mad at me?
"Where are you?" The tone is not friendly.
"From Pakwa, Dad," I answered softly.
Izza did not know that I was looking at Pakwa, he could have suspected me again. Especially if tomorrow is an immediate action.
"You don't know what you are, how will you be taught what isn't right?" Dad got to the head.
Did he say to do something bad? Feelings not too, most are taught to throw outside for after Izza performs an action.
"It can't be, Dad." I sat on the porch, then took out a coffee-flavored drink from a plastic bag with a blue minimarket logo.
"What's the wife talking about?" Dad sat next to me.
You old man! Angry, now curious.
"No talking, Dad. Why is he the same wife?" His wife never even played here.
"Yes, there may be talk. Abis why are you there? I knocked on your room, which came out Izza. Said you told me to take care of something outside." Dad snorted sharply at me. "Fuck you, there's no compromise! Play scapegoat Daddy's aja."
I chuckled small. "Keep, what did you say to Izza?"
"Let's not fight with him, Dad, just get in on the situation. Uh, have gone. I pretended I didn't know you were going, but I didn't know where you were going." So dad was angry, because I didn't give him a premonition to lie to Izza.
Dad was smart too, I immediately pointed him at my thumb for this clever father. He shook my hand, then grabbed my face.
"Where? What's the conversation there? You weren't asked to marry flowers, were you?" Dad's mind is too far away.
"No! Even embarrassed me, because pakwa said Dad, I turn on if there are flowers in the house here." Eh he laughed.
Then, I tasted the coffee-flavored drink. "Where? What's the conversation there? Sometimes I'm afraid you're taught ugly."
"What's worse if you can find out? What's the risk, too?" Dad sat closer to me.
"From the outside of the uterus penetrating inward, it's one that reads in the USG. But you don't know, if it's penetrated if not in the MRI. So the protruding surface on that uterine wall, which reads USG time. There continue to be also stemmed, so he said there grew as big as passion fruit in the small muscles that are outside the uterus. But those muscles, including the uterine muscles, too. There's no risk if Izza's not stressed. So don't let me, Izza's stressed before the act and she's not telling us or her doctor."
Dad's gaze was blank, he sighed and looked at my face. "You think how does the guy who's going to be in the operating room feel? He's stressed, Bang. They will be stubborn, his mind raging, his mind shaking. So even if Izza doesn't stress her fibroids, her heart must be messed up looking at a brightly lit room like that. The cake is impossible if not stress, must be felt by the patient is the stress cake. Father is a normal person, trembling nemenin biyung You are enlarged. Biyung collapses unconscious, father hysterically half dead. It may be congenital in the operating room, which displays a tense specter. But look inside the room was horrified, Bang. Must be sterile all sorts, make added parno for our lay people cake."
Logic too, I never miss logic.
"How do you feel, Dad?" I scooped my own face.
"There is no such thing as stress, it must be there. What is the risk of the operation occurring? Cakes, for example, give birth, can bleed like that."
Oh, that's what I meant.
"Yes, bleeding too. So long ago, the doctor said to prepare some family members whose blood type is the same Izza cake." I still remember Doctor Fardan's message.
"What blood type? We're a family with A+, so you're also the family."
I remember Izza's blood type print from the IGD yesterday. "Our blood type."
"Well, yes it is. Where O rarely do people have any more." Dad shook his head repeatedly by liking his hair.
"How's the?" I honestly panicked.
"Yes right, the doctor said to prepare family members whose blood is suitable. The thing is, O it's rare that people have."
It's like an asset, until rarely people have.
"Hey, where are you going?" Sometimes I'm not friendly to reprimand someone.
"Ehh." Cengengesan.
I don't know what the secret ingredient is, sometimes I get jealous of the smile Kaf has. Because what? Because I am the only man who admits that he is sweet, with a smile that makes everyone want to return his smile.
"You go to Gwen." He stopped in front of the porch of his father's house.
"Gwen, Gwen! Gwen is a kid!" Maybe you think Kaf will be flanking Gwen.
Gwen is Hadi's younger sister. Three brothers, he has two younger brothers. The first is Fandi, the second is Gwen. Not too far away, maybe one to two years. If it's not wrong, Fandi is second grade High School. Gwen, third grade Junior High.
Kaf is Hadi's age, he is a medical student at the same university as Hadi and Zio. Just different faculty.
"Eh, Kaf. Brother wants nanya. Indeed, if the blood O it, must be able to donor O again? Who can enter all that donor what the hell?" ask me directly, before Kaf walks into the house of Zuhdi's ashes.
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