The Father Boy
ALA152'S CHAT. Klenceng bees
"Yes the same flower, I want to take it to the futsal place to take care of Farras." I didn't devise any evil plans, even I told you about it.
"Don't stop by? Take her back when you're done with futsal." Dad just passed me by.
"Yes, Dad." I closed the door, intending to take a shower first.
After finishing the bath and prayer, my room was knocked several times. Nobody calls, it looks like Cala's nosy.
"What, Deck? Bentar, you'll put on your clothes first." I always wear sarongs and cocoa clothes when praying. No excuses, I'm just used to it.
"Well, look at dong."
Waduh, the mangkal pear.
"Damn you!" Reflek berated me so.
His laugh came off once, when I opened the door he had already walked into another room. He wore a black-brown batik negligee and a mustard-colored oversized knit sweater, but it still looked haram in the eyes because of the p*****lnya it.
"Mathano, matanyo. Hiya! Schoolless. Mariyo, matanyo. Hiya! Just be usual."
I was shocked by the suddenly loud singing of my father.
"Basically, the child n****t!" His bulls passed me.
Heart moves to the stomach. My God, my father is like a demon.
"If you don't like me, the friend says, Dad. The time I said son 'soon'?" That's a sensitive intent quotation mark.
"The thing is, your eyes are ashamed!" Dad turned around and pointed at my face.
Whoever saw me was around here, why not tell me about his whereabouts?
"Papa Ghifar said Dad's eyes were like that too. We're both men, that's natural, Dad." I tried to relax with dad's sharp highlight.
"Knew??!" His eyes until they look will roll.
"Yes, how? People are in front of my eyes." I was trembling to see father wrath too.
"Unnatural! You're a good boy, you're a big boy. Keep your eyes on me!" Dad put his finger in front of my face.
After that, he turned around and walked away.
Want me to answer, besides the alim biyung child. In fact, I am the son of a father who is like a demon. Even if you have a father like him, if there are demons there is no friendly at all. The meaning is truly a blessing, thankfully I have grown up and been married. So know what 'n*****t' means.
"Basically, the child n****t!" The flower reappears with a mockery that is exactly like the father. The difference is, he just mocked and laughed at me.
"Yuk n." I stopped him when I was going through me.
"No! Skill zero. You're not attractive, sir!" Flowers pushed my chest with her annoying face.
I chuckle amusedly. "Kan Abang bought." I used to joke with him like this.
"Damn it! ***! A*****! Goddammit! He thinks I'm a cabo." The flower squeezed both of my cheeks, then pinched it.
"Oh, what is it?" I laughed with my back to my waist.
"Free dong, do use love. I'm a fool." Flowers pose cute pretentious like a girl band.
My laughter grew louder, crouching in front of him. It's funny if he's joking like this, he's not angry and even crazy. He knows where to joke and how to be real.
"There! There! Get out! It's noisy!" Dad kicked us out by holding his nephew.
"Not eaten me, Dad." I was about to walk into another room, to pick up some food in this house.
"Mamm's a wasp's nest!" Dad's been scolding me again.
I could only laugh by turning around and embracing Flowers. Dad seemed to be in the middle of emotions with a small child, so a big child who even became an outlet of his anger.
"Quiet, Bang. I'm a hornet, not stinging." Flowers clad in my hands dangling from her shoulders.
"Wasp!" Dad was still angry apparently.
"Turn off my dong?" Flowers glanced back and laughed amusedly.
"Let's squeeze it safe, Dek." I took off my embrace to Bunga and took out my scattered sandals.
"Gee! I can be invited well, the time of play directly incessantly aja." His expression was supportive once, he was shaking his head as if he saw something sliced.
Unexpectedly, the father even pointed his middle finger at the Flower. The eyes of the Flower were immediately rounded in shock, making me instantly curled up to limp.
Oh my God, my family are assholes.
"Where are your futsal shoes?" Dad's question tone was not friendly after my laughter subsided.
"Any uncle, Dad. Dad's angry all the time, actually can I go not really?" I'm wearing my signature anti-slip flip-flops.
More comfortable this, than branded. The important thing is to bring money. That's the speech of Flowers, eating it he always berpaster every time I play with.
"Can! Watch out if you can't take care of yourself!" This time it's a threat I gave you.
"Ready, Dad. I take care of it." Flowers come down from the terrace with their sandals on.
"And you're the destroyer!" Dad looks so fiery.
"Where is! I guarantee it is not me who will be damaged, I can give insight without bed practice. She thought what am I? Fuckers fight." The flowers grumbled, passing away.
"Later, Deck. The motor." I was in a hurry to get my bike.
I was once taught to walk to the road, because playing does not carry a motorbike. This fucking kid is.
"I'm waiting in front, okay, Bang?" Flowers keep running and pointing towards the fence.
"Yes, Deck." I don't have a helmet with me, because the futsal is close by. Not getting off the highway, but tired also if you walk.
After Bunga got on my bike, I went straight to Uncle Gibran's house. Not far away, his house is behind the house of Uncle Gavin.
If Gavin's uncle's house can be long, Gibran's uncle can be spacious. There's an elongated alley about the size of a dump truck, for access through Uncle Gibran. However, the fence is parallel to the fence of the house owned by Uncle Gavin. Unique to his home Uncle Gibran, like a royal palace. It is different if people who like art, he was new after having three children can have his own home. Dream house, with sturdy and beautiful pillars.
Salute, his wife is patient. Uncle Gibran was not always there for him, even he was always at the home of grandparents when returning home. In fact, his wife will be asked to come to him. Because his wife was at home in his parents' house, he always went home to his parents if Uncle Gibran went wandering. Plus now, her parents live one. Somehow the housekeeping situation of Uncle Gibran, because the person was rarely at home so we never chatted.
But this time it was different, because he opened the door of the house when I came to see you.
"Bestie, Bang." Uncle Gibran turned back and called out.
Well, it's like Farras' fan propeller.
"Hallo, Cute. Aunty wants to kidnap this." Flowers come in.
"You…." Farras ran towards the Flower.
Astagfirullah.
"Come, Bang. Let's talk first." Uncle Gibran seems to be complicated.
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