The Father Boy
ALA159-160S. Perverted brain

"I mean, you're talking to me." I even stammered myself. 

"Oh yeah? My brother was also invited to talk. What faculty was you at?" Jessie poked a bowl of chicken together near my dinner plate. 

"Who? Wh why? Don't like it?" I ordered this too. 

"My stomach is sensitive to coconut milk. Even strong even though not breakfast, but drink alcohol. Answer the dong." He continued eating his food. 

"Oh, I don't know. Sorry huh? Business, ordinary. You're the hell what?" I also enjoy this chicken. 

I'm used to eating a lot of side dishes. 

"Everything goes, Bang. As long as I'm on social media because I'm in jail, my name stays clean. In fact, my real identity is poorly recorded in the police force."

Fortunately, he has many names. 

"You kapok no? What are you looking for? What made you quit that black network?" I pressed my voice, worried that someone would hear our conversation. 

"Not a hat either, Bang. It's about money, who doesn't want money? Rich people need money, right? Yes I make money, for education, for DJ tools, for my looks and the biggest thing is for stomach affairs. I can eat simple, I can eat fancy. But buy food with money, my biggest expense is to eat because I eat it every day and repeat. The rest, for asset dong. I love jewelry and I have a lot of jewelry that I keep in some sort of pawnshop gurney, there's a year's fee for the gurney. So if you are, yes it is clear to take care of my educational needs and always want the best love for me. Father was in the village there is a rubber field, it has started since I entered college and managed brothers in the village. The point is, for old age. Said to live a luxurious life, not even loh. Because it feels like the money is a hot cake, it can not be long in the account or in the wallet. Quickly get, quickly run out too. You could say, the turnover of a day can be up to hundreds of millions. But, my liquor one night it could be seven million and eight million. Branded and famous that I wear, drinking is also not one or two bottles. Not yet cigarettes, a day I can four packs too. Not selling myself, I'm routine maintenance too. Because what? Because I wear open clothes, my body automatically becomes a plus point for my profession."

Not tasted, our food ran out also in the middle of the chat. 

"So your nose isn't natural?" I was suspicious from the beginning. 

"This is natural, there is only planting yarn so. Then, I also had surgery to take fat in the stomach. The effect of liquor makes the stomach distended and saggy, because it is high sugar content." He held his stomach. 

"Oh yeah? My alcohol tolerance was bad, I was just a few glasses straight away. So, you're a virgin?" I admire her from the side. 

Why am I identical with that question? 

"According to Brother?" He sipped his remaining drink. 

"Udah no." I chuckled small. 

"Those who know my background are as disinclined as I am, I'm still virgin." Her smile is so sweet. 

"But I don't believe." Impossible, he's a nightclub DJ. 

"I've never even dated, Bang. Those who know my network, they're as disinclined as I am. Because we are famous for being cruel and fierce, Bang. But when I got that DJ, I was offered for a car. If he is young, he wants me. Here he is old, gentlemen. Yeah, I don't want this." He laughed crisply. 

It was crazy about his experience. 

"Certainly, have you ever been offered the same young ones? Artist, actor or something?" She's so pretty, man. Who is not happy? 

"Never, if young men are usually close to pacarin. Because in the name of love, surely women are required to have sex husband and wife. I don't want to lose, Bang. Maybe because of blood, right? So anything, I use all the calculations." He explained softly and patted my lap. 

"But it's weird, kind of in disbelief." I glanced at him briefly. 

"Masa? So you want my manipulation with those words? Let me tell you, try it if you don't believe it."

How is his mind that far? 

"No more, I'm not crazy s**s." Except for Flowers, I sometimes want to bombard them. 

But of course I wouldn't dare to damage my own sister. I love her, like I love my other sisters. 

"I'm not lying, take me a test. I'm still a V, held men at night clubs anyway it's often. Because of their drunkenness, right? So sometimes the waist is stretched, the shoulders are embraced. With the state of my parents' household so, I was afraid of marriage and got the same test. That is, a lot of debt. Horrified is the world of commitment, rather afraid I'm the same man. Where I will be impregnated again, because the wife is naturally impregnated with her husband. Ah, I don't know. My brain was always money, never about men. You see, the club where I work is only middle class, so the visitors are also the most factory workers and those who transact goods. I never even met a royal man, there was an acquaintance they wanted to go to that boarding house. Guess what I am, if they need a hose*****n free in the name of love. What is their function, right? The money? I can find it myself. That's why I often tell my brother, split bill, or I pay. Because I don't want to feel indebted to Brother, because I paid for my food. Because of the thought of the city people, there is no free food, so barter cake is the same as ourselves. I'm going to need a friend, I need a conversation. Why do I choose a man? Because the girls here must be astagfirullah see me smoking. I'm reading about the neighborhood here anyway, Bang." Jessie leaned against my arm. 

The logic goes in the middle of city life. I remembered my father saying that independent women do not need men. 

"I have a girl friend who likes to cake you too, I've always seen women smoke." I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. 

"Maybe in Singapore?" He cleaned his bag. 

"No, right here. In Singapore I have no female friends, most only know names because of one campus. I'm a hard guy to get along with, especially if the guy who never used to." Here too, my mana-mana friend is only Izza other than my brother or cousin. From a long time ago, I was on vacation, traveling or traveling with Izza only. She was enough for me to be my girlfriend and my friend. So, I'm not looking for another friend. 

"Huh? Seriously? Who's she?"

I didn't intend to tell him. "You'll know for yourself." I smile for him. 

"Okay, I'm sure you'll be introduced to your other brother's friends." Believe himself cool. 

"Well what?" I laughed crisply. 

"Yaaa, don't know." He waded my laughter. 

"Eh, look at your social media." I pointed at his phone. 

He nodded, then a blue tick social media account was shown to me. Cool, it's blue ticked. 

Alamak, I saw her dress style there. Hair color was like a confectionery, changing color not one color only. 

"Let's erase it." He laughed off. "Then I saw Brother watching him all the way." He patted my upper arm. 

He loves to rub my biceps there. 

"I'd like to ask for a photo t******g you, Deck." I was so anxious to see her navel everywhere, where there was a jewel in the middle. 

"Calc." He laughed back. 

"Astaghfirullah, Brother." His head was away from me and his eyes were round. 

"Ehh…." I shut my own mouth. 

"Eh, crazy. Just found out I was a bully brother too, his mouth sharp asoy." He reached the head. 

I grabbed him and clamped his neck. "Try that shirt's tutorial." I was very curious about the concept of clothes without a chest container. 

"There's a container too, so he's silicone and can stick to the skin of the chest. It's skin color too, but it's sultry I said." He took the next photo. 

Well, well, it's been tense little Chandra. It is most correct to look for a home-based one, because I n******n.

"What color is your hair?" I noticed the color of her veil that was colored like light brown. 

"Now just bleaching, the plan wants that gray." He glanced at me. 

"Eh, I'd like to t********in you again." I was chin-backed looking at him from the side. 

"Gerri, Brother is such a pervert. Is his brother a pervert?"

Astaghfirullah, what was I talking about? It seems like it is already dangerous, if it lasts longer in this saung. The place even supports to make a smile, crazy again I so want to do it. 

"I'm a good man, without trying to scare you. Sorry huh?" I put my phone in my pocket. "Well get ready, we're looking for a garden or a coffee shop." I woke up first. 

"Anything okay? Seriously?" He sat down and looked up at my face. 

"What's wrong, why?" I put my jacket back on. 

"His eyes were a little red, perhaps it was no longer pleasant to look at." He got up from his seat and put on his bag. 

"I n****." I walked away leaving him first. 

I don't know what he's thinking right now, because I feel like it's all tingling. I'd love to devour it, let alone hear it virgin. Not that I'm thirsty for virgins, but I need a distribution in a clean place. 

"I paid, Bang. Brother to the motor first." Jessie precedes me to the cashier. 

Twice she paid for our food, she's not the woman who wants my money. 

I waited for him in the parking lot, with the traveling brain imagining his curves behind the ever-great shirt. Her clothes were always polite here, even when I passed by in front of her house and saw her cleaning the yard, she wore polite everyday clothes on the eyes. I wanted to know the contents, because the clothes do not plagiarize like flowers.

My mind is as wild as it imagines it. 

"I'm the one with the bike, your brother's mind isn't clear." It has arrived before me. 

"Go home to the cake." Mine's in pain pinned in his pants. 

"Seriously? We haven't been outside for a long time, usually you have other goals. Where the hell is that? Cake usually, I'll be with."

Because I usually pay for fertilizer, or buy medicine for plants. 

"To OYO, will you?" Maybe my face is hopeful now. 

I can't forget her jeweled navel, her small, slender waist and sexy smooth shoulders. My manly soul feels like it wants to marry him, as long as the widower I just want to use women again. 

"What the hell is that?" He patted my biceps again and laughed amusedly. 

"Anyway home? I'm anterin to the front of the house, regular cake. I'll talk to my mom about you learning to pay a salary." Highlight my eyes in pointing at him. 

"Yes, okay. Sorry for making my eyes so red." He rubbed my biceps again. 

"What's wrong, I'm the one that's itching the cake." I rubbed my nose and got on my bike. 

I should be able to keep my distance from him. On the way, I was very careful in braking. Because my back gets a bang, if it brakes suddenly. 

Finally in front of his house too. "I'm sorry, no other snacks, I'll bring food to the house sometime." I helped him get off my bike. 

"What's wrong, brother. I'm the one who came and I need a friend." She smiled sweetly. 

"Go home first, huh? I'll call you later." I smiled before pulling my gas again. 

Still tense little Chandra. I went straight to the bathroom, then massaged it quickly using bath soap to make it slippery. I couldn't breathe with relief, until this thing went limp again. 

Really weak, because I can go out and throw my seeds into the closet. I'm sorry, son. I can't put you in somebody's womb. 

I wet my face and hair after I finished working in the bathroom. My knees are so limp if it just came out like this, I know father and son are watching me but I was acting stupid, because my comfort and sleepiness came immediately after the release. Without a second thought, I immediately laid my body on the carpet, in front of my parents who were chatting while watching television. 

My eyes were heavy for conversation and said that Jessie wanted to learn to teach here. I was too tired, just to talk. 

I get it, Jessie's not very interested in me. He just needs friends, because he has no friends. But I am even interested in him. 

I want her to be my place of release, but I don't want to commit to anyone yet. Plus, his past is too opposite of mine. If I start a commitment just because I need a release, I'm impressed I'm so mean to her. 

Regardless of who she is and her background, she is a woman who will become a mother as well. He was also a human being, who clearly had a heart. I can't use it, like a heartless human being. Because if everything is revealed, I will be the cause of the trauma in the story. 

How do I meet him next? I'm afraid my mouth and my body language can't be controlled anymore because of this. 

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