The Father Boy
ALA136S. Alms treasure
Tahlil is performed every year off Maghrib, until the seven days of Izza's death. Nothing interfered with my concentration of caring for Izza until the end of seven days.
The thing that offended me after last night's completion of seven days for Izza was, the next morning the Izza family came to take Izza's belongings including the Izza vehicle that I used to work every day. So, I also have no right to keep a piece of clothing too?
Because it was completely taken away all that was left, following with Izza's dowry in the form of a one-hectare coffee land ownership and cash of thirty-one million three hundred and twenty thousand. They insisted and said that it was the family's right, and then did I deserve it?
In fact, personal items such as Izza's mobile phone were taken over by his family. Let alone a phone that is clearly valuable, our footwear and bed sheets were brought.
So won't Izza's fond memories be for me?
It's okay, all the memories are stored clearly in my heart not through these items. It's okay I sincerely my wife's property taken by her family, may it be counted shodaqoh for Izza. I'm not going to fuss about it, just yesterday they boasted our family did the meal. I don't want to get a bad stamp on Izza's property her husband is holding.
Izza's earrings, jewelry and all the accessories she wore when she died were taken away. In fact, I have other plans for those items.
"Where's Izza towel?"
Astarghfirullah's.
I walked into our bathroom and pulled out a bunch of towels in there. We used a towel together, so I don't know which one Izza belongs to. The towels are used once a day together with me and Izza, then the next day will be washed and take another towel.
I let all the towels in stock, because I don't want to bother with this kind of business. They were at the beginning as if they were not sincere about the departure of Izza, but at the end of seven days they took over everything that belonged to Izza. It's okay, hopefully it'll be a good charity for Izza. I'm sincere, as long as it's used for good.
"Basket, not the closet?" It was an offer of paternity annoyance.
"No, Mr. Givan. Izza's getting married in KUA, he can't fill any rooms."
It's so sticky his mouth. Izza did not get the contents of the room, but the dowry could fill the house, not the contents of the room.
Please sell the productive fields of one hectare, they can get four billion for it. It's okay, it's really okay. The important thing is a charity whose reward Izza directly get.
"Oh yeah?" Dad got to the head.
They once intended to take over everything, until renting a pickup car like that. They probably knew, if Izza's clothes were so plentiful, so they prepared them with pickup cars.
"Wild, Bang. Just let it go." Dad patted me on the shoulder.
"Yes, Dad." I sat down to enjoy my coffee back on the porch.
"Smile it." My father accompanied me back.
Working, I was accompanied by my father. Even my father was willing to take care of my export yesterday, until he was absent from Izza for two days.
This pond that you prayed for has already harvested results, Za. But it's okay, I've already revealed half my pond harvest on your behalf, in order to be a wonderful gift in your afterlife. You deserve that, Za.
"For what? Nothing fun, nothing friendly and nothing fun. Smile for what?" Maybe it's a curse, because my lips are so stiff as to smile.
I can pretend to laugh, to respond to the people around me. But to smile, it felt so stiff and painful.
"Don't Biyung help clean up your room, will you?" fun from inside the house.
"Please, Biyung. Biyung does not need to ask permission to enter his son's room," I said by turning to the door.
"So today you want to work too? Said it wasn't feeling well?" I switched the conversation again.
"Just work, Dad. Why am I at home? I've been dredged biyung, have taken medicine too." If I stay at home, I get worse.
"Okay, Dad's coming. Dad, BAB first, huh? Wait for Dad, get in Pinky's car." Dad moved in with a tingly laugh.
Biyung car so durable, even though the age of Cala. Yes because it is not driven by the biyung itself, because the biyung can not drive the vehicle. It's just that sometimes amused himself, because being a passenger in a pink car lights up. Perhaps the current color is fushia. The bright pink is thick, which is so striking.
The young lecturer who has a convex stomach, maybe the reason for his stomach so that it makes him not an idol of students. Bang Fa'ad walked over, then he sat down beside me.
"Do you want to register flowers?" I'm looking for the Flower name on my phone's contact list.
"Yes, the file and the money are in. That means, this is actually how serious is it, right? Because indeed from the list five days ago, he has not come to campus for introduction or just know his class. So what's that cake? Her father's kekadja who encourage her spirit, she uses chains on the feet so do not walk." Bang Fa'ad copied the phone contact I had proffered.
"Not interested time." I do not know the reason Bunga, because indeed I never chatted with him even at the event tahlilan as well.
"Yes maybe, yes that means it can be postponed. Leave or what, because unfortunately the money is not a little." Bang Fa'ad nodded finishing copying the number.
"Sir…." Kaleel shouted and ran out of the house.
"What?! Shower there!" Bang Fa'ad walked towards his son who was standing on the terrace without any clothes on.
"KALINEL!" shouted Brother Key so loose.
Is that how it feels to have a child?
I haven't had a chance at it, but the Powerful One took the ovaries from my son. Yeah, that's okay, too. Be sincere and don't push any more.
"Go ahead, Bang." Bang Fa'ad said goodbye to me, raising one hand.
The door of his house was closed tightly, even locked from the inside by Mr. Key. Maybe, so that his son does not run back when bathed.
"Yes, Bang. Careful huh?" I also raised one hand.
Bang Fa'ad held up his thumb, then he glided in his matic vehicle. At the door of the house next door, there was a newlywed who was in a hurry to wear shoes.
"Where are you going, Yo?" I asked my brother.
My mouth still cares about the people around me, not the hospitality of my face.
"Let's college, Bang. Bang, leaving for delapanan hour work, right? My wife hitchhiked to angkot huh?" He rushed quickly into the car father is still routinely used.
"Yes, Yo. Careful huh?"
The answer is only the sound of the car horn, because Zio is already in the car. Zio's wife is still selling iced tea in front of the Zio campus, the father has offered other businesses but he said he wanted to stay there and monitor Zio.
Really honest indeed.
"Remember…." My fussy little sister came by beating my shoulder.
"What the hell is a beautiful Cali?" I took him sitting on my lap.
"To Apin's father, don't want to go to school today. Take me out there." He was already wearing a long red-and-white uniform, but had not yet left for school at half-eight this morning.
"Biyung, this is being delivered to Pakcek?" I held her and approached the door.
"Yes, it's too late to go to school." Biyung's voice was still in my room.
"Good son of you, Dek. You can skip school. My brother didn't go to school when he was sick." I carried this girl out of the yard.
Itung-itung pay a visit to brother, because I never leave the house other than to work.
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