The Father Boy
ALA142'S CHAT. Accused of hiding
I got more and more familiar with Flowers, with its fun-to-chat, my attention was diverted from the p*****l magnitude. Just limited to ordinary chatter, discussion that is not important, to ridicule each other.
I don't know if my father and my husband noticed our closeness. My busy routine is suspected, because…..
"Bunga didn't come home last night, did you bring it?" Bullying questions, I get at lunch at home.
"Yes, you didn't come home last night. Did you fuck your own sister?" Dad suspected me more.
"Masa? Why ask me?" I relaxed eating, because I did not feel right about their suspicions.
"Serious prosecutor, Chandra!" That pressure-filled voice was followed by a pull on my collar.
Ouch, ouch. Panicked me.
"I didn't bring it." I let go of that strangling choking strangle.
Then I continued chewing and swallowing. Fortunately, I was in good mood mode because I was able to pay off my debt to my father. I'm very irritable, until the debt of nearly two hundred million is settled as well. I spend a month on my personal needs, at least five million less. Though often eating out, yes it is only in ordinary food stalls. But in my opinion, even though street cigarettes, street coffee, road ice, gasoline is routine.
I love Kaf style, everywhere I use my first big farm-grown motorcycle, half of which I gave up on Izza's behalf. Not that wow once, the price is still under thirty million because I bought a used one. Because I do not have a vehicle here, everywhere always shooing Uncle Gavin before I have a motorbike. Working without a father, I got on the ojek online.
Don't say slice, because it's my situation from zero once. Absolutely zero, until the towel was given when my towel was taken over all by the Izza family.
I'm good at taking notes, aren't I? Not really, just remember.
"Where do you live?" Pakwa looks so angry.
"I didn't bring it, doesn't mean I'm staying either. I was on delivery to campus yesterday morning, because there is a need in the city, so all between. Just want to go home from the city, I chat he finished class at what time and want to join the bell again no. He said he still has two o'clock, I chat at eleven o'clock. So I went straight back to the fertilizer house, continued to process fertilizer and ready to bring it to the field. Until the night I was, because of the responsibility, Uncle Gavin said. Uncle Gavin went home with his friend, because the small one fussed again snot he said. I want to go home, even hunted to sleep at the fertilizer house. At half-four in the morning get up, continue work, at six o'clock there is brother Jasmine walk continue to love breakfast, because it happens he is from the stall he said. Continue to work again, until just now go home and continue to eat this." I showed my plate.
"Where's your HP." Dad raised his hand.
Wonderful, is that me? Until I was thought to be carrying a young widow.
"More." I gave it to him, then continued eating.
Someone interrupted my meal.
Dad might know, if I never deleted my chat messages long ago. In fact, the contents of my chatting with Izza while still dating until marriage are still there. Yes although buried latest chat-chat, but I do not intend to delete it.
"Rubber, Bang. Last chat was yesterday." Dad gave my phone to Dad.
Not believing it at all.
"Where do the flowers go? Who's boyfriend? College, kirain college really." Pakwa repeated head bobbles.
I don't know, I'm hungry. I finished this meal first, to be done even if later accused again.
"Bang, you don't know anything." Pakwa sat on the dining chair beside me.
"I know what? I'm just talking, occasionally being her object if it's the same way." Oh, sorry, I was targeted. Though I'm a good man.
"You don't know who her boyfriend is, Bang? Duh, this Aceh loh. Can whip can." Dad's been shaking heads too.
"Let's just try to call him. Hold on, I wash my hands first." Finally my plate is empty.
To eat alone, full of struggles like this.
Still don't believe me apparently?
"Yes, I'll check active no." I dry my hands with a sandal cloth, then walk to the dining table again.
The coat is like a row of cendol, not my name cendol.
Apparently, the number is not active. However, the herb after I returned to the rented house that I used for the shady house and fertilizer storage as well. I got a sudden call from Bunga, his number was active and called me.
How strange.
"Hallo, Bang. Pick up at the terminal near campus, I'm out of fare."
Not play.
"Oh, I'm going to have to wait until noon-sing OTW anyway. What's your brother paid to wear, Dek?" I'm looking for my motor key.
"I'll kiss you later, I'll kiss you."
I responded with laughter. "Yes, OTW now."
Not because of the lure of kissing, but I don't want to be blamed anymore because he disappeared. Before, he had no story to me. Usually, the first day of menstruation he just told me. Yes the story about her cramps and the worry of her penetrations, she did not tell me about the amount of her menstrual blood either.
"Yes, Bang. I rested in front of a tire patch, shady on a bench under a tree. Right side of the terminal right huh, Bang?" I still listened to his voice, even though I was sitting in my motorcycle seat.
"Yes, Deck. The road now." I let him disconnect the phone call, then I hurt my phone and left with my helmet, too.
Right, there's a flower in there. He was still wearing his clothes yesterday, he was still wearing his backpack.
He immediately stood up and walked to the sidewalk, before I stopped in front of him. Boro-boro wanted to ask, because he went straight up to my motorcycle seat.
"Seek for a meal, Bang." He patted my shoulder.
It's been snatching, ask for food too. But yes, the important thing is that he is with me and safe near me.
"Eat what?" I slowed down my vehicle.
"Bakso, Bang."
I can do it, because I've eaten. I ordered half a serving for myself. I watched him eat voraciously, because I was also finishing my cigarettes first.
It seems like it is very hungry. Did the man who took her not feed her?
But my positive thought told me that he was wrong to ride the angkot to get home. Given that he was always escorted by his father, sometimes I would take him or pick him up if unidirectional.
"Why do you keep seeing me?"
Maybe he was distracted by the look in my eyes. I just shook my head, then I went back to exhaling my cigarette smoke. My thoughts go everywhere if I pay attention to cigarette smoke, between wanting to have as many fields as Gavin's uncle and wanting to have a beautiful woman.
Basic temptations of men, stuck at it-that's all.
"Bang, drive home….
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