The Father Boy
ALA151'S CHAT. I connect like a friend
"Sit's sitting here talking." Mama Aca invited Kaf to sit on the edge of the bed.
Kaf said, I sat with them. I feel guilty for Kaf, because he was scolded by papa Ghifar.
I climbed into the bed from the other side, automatically I was in the middle of the bed. "I'm sorry, Kaf? Brother didn't mean for you to be scolded, you're being careful." I'm not feeling good about myself to Kaf.
"I'm afraid to tell papa, because papa is this colot when it comes to dating. Papa doesn't like his kids not focusing, Bang." Kaf rubbed his eyes.
"Yes, I'm sorry, aren't you?" I patted his shoulder.
Kaf nodded. "Yes, Bang." He wiped his tears back.
"So, what's up? Mama knows, you're crying this out of fear. Not because you were scolded by papa, but because there are other causes and spilled because papa wrath. How's it? How's it? Try certain." Mama Aca took something from her negligee pocket.
Unexpectedly, he even smoked casually. I just heard, if Mama Aca really smokes. Never knew this directly.
"Ma, I'm sleeping with a girl" I'm kaf with her head down.
"Continue?" Cigarette smoke began to boil.
I don't find the existence of exhaust. I moved to open the balcony door of the room, so that there was smooth air circulation.
"Don't you smoke too?" Mama Aca watched me climb back into Kaf's bed.
"Yes, but there has to be circulation, too. It'll be our bacon." I chose to lie down.
"I'm afraid she's pregnant, Ma," Kaf said after a moment of silence.
"What's her name? Mama's meeting with her tomorrow at the coffee shop, but without you. You're just dropping off like that." Mama Aca threw me a cigarette pack.
"Mom, Mom." I know it was an offer.
"His name is Dayana Asmara, she's medical school too." Kaf put his head in my stomach.
That close my cousin to me, I'm like the big brother of them all.
"Yes, ask her to meet Mama. Tomorrow, it's lunchtime. You don't have to give Dayana any messages, let Mama know how she really is." Mama Aca took a piece of tissue to place the ashes from her cigarette.
"Mama suspects Dayana's not a good woman?" ask Kaf later.
"Mama didn't say that. Mama needs the value of Mama's own prospective daughter-in-law dong, Kaf. How many times have you made her? What was his attitude toward you after that." Highlight the eyes of Mama Aca so intimidating as father.
"Once, Ma. He asked me to quickly marry him, he said a lot of things to take with him if my sisters were all girls." Kaf got up for a moment, took off his shirt and now even got my arm.
"Continue?" Smoke came out again from the mouth and nose of Mama Aca.
"He's always discussing responsibility and karma constantly, Ma. I was scared right, I was depressed right. Where pee again hurts, he fusses so."
Open it Kaf on mommy? Is it because Kaf was nurtured from childhood by her, so Kaf is so relaxed talking to her like this?
Mama Aca chuckles. "That's first for you, Kaf?" Mama Aca was more like a tenant, even than that I did not hear her advice.
"Yes, Ma. It was also because of her mistake as well, if she didn't pick up the back part, it wouldn't have me coming in either."
"Licin huh? Are you petting again, or are you intending to?" Mama Aca looked at me and Kaf who was lying down.
"Petting, Ma. Ma I'm afraid she's pregnant, please help me." Kaf styled her hair even though I was being her pillow.
"Yes, just say Mama anyway if you don't want to disappoint mama Kin and papa you. Their kasian, Kaf. Their hopes are great for this boy." Mama Aca rubbed Kaf's knees at a glance. "Be a child who can be a role model of his sisters, you have a sister and a brother who need the role of a more mature friend to be an example." Mama Aca just advised Kaf and at the same time for me too.
I need to get closer to my brothers.
"Yes, Ma. I promise I'll fix everything and everything." Kaf got up and hugged my mother.
"Don't repeat, remember his sins not remember his delights. Okay?" Mama Aca rubbed Kaf's back. "Yes, Mama came out first persuade papa. Papa you must make a drama if you get angry like this, the most hurt pretentious will be." Mama Aca releases Kaf's embrace and comes out with a tissue for the ashtray.
Cigarettes are still slipping in his body, he is not afraid of his son making bad comments about how he is. He took his image in front of his children.
"Bang, if I'm honest. I'm not ready for marriage, Bang. I can't commit yet, I'm not ready to focus on him and our kids." Kaf pulled the pillow, then he lay sideways to face me.
"The point is, don't rush. Something hasty is not good, don't take nyesel because it's been hasty." I'm not very good at advising, but that's my opinion of a rushed marriage.
"Yes, Bang. What do you think Dayana is?" Kaf took a roll and he hugged the roll.
"Dare." That one word was on my mind.
"He's fierce, but he's a half-dead bucin with me. I felt loved, but I was disturbed by the way I loved me. I think he's too much of a way to love me."
Her, but she survives with Dayana.
"Again feeling constrained, already require women to how to to Abang. But you can adapt to that toxic love cake. Why did you say toxic? Because he's overrated and it's like you're understanding that." Hope Kaf isn't offended.
"She can satisfy me, without me seeking her own release. So, baby has to be left out." He chuckles in shame.
"Fuck!" I threw him with a pillow, then got up and got out of his room.
It was Adhan Maghrib. I have to go home, eat, bathe and pray first before I pick up Farras. All I'm worried about is not just Farras asking to come with me. Since the child is only active once, I would be overwhelmed if his sister came along.
"There's a beauty." Gibran's youngest son is already here.
"Yahhhh….." The boy ran fast, with a pacifier of milk in his mouth. His age, about a year more.
"Better here, Deck." Her name is Dara Dhien, makeup is mamah papahnya people native here all.
"Mandy! A shower! Smell cigarette!" Dad appeared carrying Dara, then passed me and patted me on the shoulder.
"Yes, Dad. Well, I brought a spare key, huh? I have a lot of events outside." I turned to walk into the room.
"Hmm, you know it's Sunday night. It's gonna be like a flower, right?" Dad went back inside the house, putting on his nosy face.
I stopped going into the room. Why with my parents? They seem to corner me with Flowers, do they like it if they have the senakal son-in-law?
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