The Father Boy
ALA137'S CHAT. Uncle succeeded
It's a mess at my uncle and aunt's house, messy and colorful. Yes, the walls are full of beautiful scribbles of his children, it is like a work of art.
"Just playing? Just seen something like this, huh? This new living room, rather clean this abis repainted the time of Lebaran yesterday." Uncle Gavin showed up, carrying coffee.
"Not your school, Ci? You're stupid later." Uncle asked to talk about the girl I just dropped off.
"Where's mom? Don't wanna play with Apin's dad." Cali ran inside.
"What's that, Uncle? How's Ci?" I felt strange about the call.
"Rabbit, Ci." The uncle sat on the floor of the terrace lighting his cigarette.
Eh loh? The child himself is called a rabbit?
"Big brother is the same as his own child, it deserves Cali does not want to." I sat next to him.
"How should I go? The big one will understand him, Ra aja went home alone to his parents, right? Uh, you don't copy? Uncle make it?" Uncle threw his pack of cigarettes near me.
I noticed that he was smoking, like doing yoga breathing. Breathe in with his cigarette from the mouth, then exhale it through the nose along with the smoke.
"Just finished, want to go to work again. Wait for Father BAB." I dyed.
"How many children Uncle? Where are all of them?" His house looks lonely, unlike his condition which is quite messy and full of scribbles of children.
"Nine, it's inside. There's also a school."
I do not know for sure the actual number of children, because when visiting only the small children are always taken. Every time I came home from Singapore for a vacation, he just took a little boy. But his son is always small, maybe because every year there is a small one like him.
"What's right, Uncle?" I can't believe I heard it.
"Yes, Bang. Cali, Kirei, triplets, twins, single twice. A single one twice is a normal body, so it's a long way away. Cali to twins is a short distance away, an all-yearly. Single two, a year ago, right after your last normal delivery tubectomy. Sterile KB is commonly called, but it is tied, not cut. Fear of changing husband, ask for offspring of her husband. But hopefully not replace the husband anyway, because his son is odd, not even, it will be difficult to divide. Nine, one four, one five, that's not fair."
How yes? How am I thinking?
I snap my fingers. "Then get pregnant again, Uncle. Let's have ten kids, right? Divorce later, five children." I showed my five fingers.
He laughed off. "Your aunt is thirty-five years old, at risk of getting pregnant again."
Uhh? Isn't it just me and my uncle who are eight years away? Then, with Uncle Gibran is six years away.
"Not thirty years, Uncle?" I asked with my chin up to watch him from the side.
"That's Uncle, the end of the new year is thirty-one years."
Oh, the old lady?
"Kok his son is already a lot? Thirty years, nine." I shake my head.
If it continues to make without KB protection, it looks like his son is more than that.
It seems fun to smoke too.
"May I have one, Uncle?" I took the cigarette pack.
Uncle looked quickly. "Hm? Seriously? Uncle doesn't want to teach ugly."
"Yes, try it." I tucked a cigarette in my lip, then took the match.
First impressions? Sunny, billowing and poignant in the eyes. Just a few times, then I pressed on the ashtray. The mouth immediately felt dry, bitter and smelly like clothes exposed to burning garbage.
"You are this, Bang. Don't try it, it's expensive." Uncle lifted his cigarette pack. "One slop, three hundred thousand. Week, not another." He watched his cigarette pack.
Random once my uncle. Unfortunately, it can't make me laugh.
"Kirain don't try because later what is it?" I patted my uncle on the shoulder.
"Because later dependency, Pakcik want to release was difficult. Plus, the work environment is smoking all. Meanwhile, you should not smoke because the clothes we wear are contaminated with cigarette smoke. If we carry children, cigarette particles that stick in clothes can be inhaled by children. Danger, the child can be whiny. The danger, yes passive smoking. After this Pakcik went straight to work, there was no child carrier plan because it was not good for them." Uncle put back his cigarette pack.
"Who do I want to carry, Uncle? Relax, do it." It is also impossible for widows to get pregnant and have children.
"Your niece, Dayyan, Kaleel, the Uncle's children you're taking. They're kids, Bang." Uncle watched me from the side.
Lazy I'm talking about the kid, I'm offended. "What else does the uncle have?" I switched the conversation.
"Slowly, ginger but. Coffee, which can be a family legacy. Equally Uncle there is a field deposit you have, so most get the part of every harvest. Pakcik wants to open other businesses, can aja, able to Pakcik feel it. But Pakcik's family must lack attention, Pakcik's children must also need parents and friends. Yesterday Pakcik was in Lampung, came home suddenly and got the news. If you want to study the fields, come Pakcik ajarin. Later next week, join the harvest in Lampung as well as work on new fields. Twice a week at most, keep coming home."
I'm interested to hear that.
"It only takes two weeks, Uncle?" tanyaku later.
"No, there are five hectares of crops every month. Pakcik in Lampung there are sixty hectares of ginger fields, set to harvest periodically every month five hectares. Add a new field of five hectares, but still work the land, can not be directly used. Here there are forty acres, periodic harvests as well. That's why either there or here, everyone tells everyone. Only if you want to learn, yes let Pakcik take a look directly at the harvest. Uncle went there not want to harvest directly, but his intention to work the land."
Ish, steady. I was amazed to hear the total field, up to one hundred and five hectares.
"Acciastes started working on ginger fields from what age? Did that include the coffee fields as well? Later I permission first to father the problem to Lampung, but I personally really want, Uncle." I am very interested when I hear of successful young people.
Uncle the entry of young people, but many children are twins so the total number of children. But at thirty, he was already that happy.
"From being a widower, twenty-two years. Grandpa brought to Lampung, because grandfather had ten hectares of ginger in Lampung. How good it is, not difficult to cultivate, it does not take long too. So, Pakcik directly asked for the start of the capital field. Described three hectares of vacant land at that time, continue to breed until now. The wife also does not have a lot of singing, while Pakcik is focused. Moreover, Pakcik's intention is not for marriage anymore, the intention for Uncle's children so as not to lack. So bismillah aja, smoothly until now and hopefully until later. It's a total of Uncle's own, Bang. In the past Pakcik rented dowry fields have your biyung, dowry fields will surely jaya if processed and intended for good. So said the ancients anyway, so from renting the field two years in a row, managed to buy their own land even though installments. That coffee field, each of us can be thirty acres, plus a small time section of four acres. So there are thirty-four acres of Pakcik's. If you want to learn, then come on. If your intentions are good, God willing, the results will be good." Uncle smiled broadly.
This is one of the most lazy examples of my uncle, he said. How did my other uncle try?
I became envious, twenty-two years could not succeed clearly.
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