The Father Boy
ALA162'S CHAT. The night of week three
"I'm sorry, Dad." I hugged my father as much as I could.
"Dad can always forgive Daddy's kids. Most importantly, fortify yourself because you're Dad's hope. You're Dad's boy, Bang." Dad patted my back.
"Bang, there's Mr. Darmaji's son. Maghrib-Maghrib like this is going out again?" Biyung release the embrace of father and son.
Me and Dad looked at me, then I just looked at him in confusion. "I don't have any appointments with Jessie, Biyung." I fixed my shirt to cover these sticky, wet jeans.
"Dad tell him to come home?" Dad got up from his seat immediately.
It seems like I have an appointment.
"Well, Dad, Dad." I waved at Father, who had already walked three steps forward.
"What's wrong?" Dad turned his head towards me, with the young man staring at us both with confusion.
"Jessie asked to learn njai, and I said later to learn the same salary as Biyung. You see, he can't get a saw at all" I flaunted my teeth and scratched my head.
It's fatal anyway, just now dad asked me to put some distance with Jessie.
"Oh, it's okay. Ih, Biyung seneng if there are people who just want to learn, hijaiyah from Biyung must be jariyah until as long as he practices it. Gas, Biyung meet Jessica first." Biyung walked quickly towards the living room.
"Jessica?" Dad scratched his head by looking at me.
"It's not my fault, Dad. Tuh, biyung himself the spirit." I put my shoulder out.
"Hmmm…." Dad followed Biyung into the front room.
Whether I take a big shower and pray, this sticky feeling is very uncomfortable. It must also smell someone else, because I think it smells pretty pungent.
I continued to wash my clothes, after coming out of the back bathroom. Only a towel wrapped around my waist, before I finally fled to the room because there was a voice of people teaching. I used to send prayers and short letters to Izza, because this was the only way I expressed my love for her.
She is a worthy wife, I am sure she has the most beautiful place by her side.
Geck, tock, tock….
"Bang, there's Kaf." That's biyung's voice.
"Yes, Biyung." I opened the door of the room in a hurry, still wearing prayer clothes.
Jessie is still here, she's in the living room and talking to the young lady. I'm wailing, because there's no Kaf in this living room.
"Says there's Kaf, Biyung." I looked at the book in Biyung's hands. The book is a tip for learning to read the Qur'an quickly.
"It's on the porch." Biyung pointed towards the door.
I nodded my head, then walked out towards the terrace. Right, there's Kaf in there. He sat down with two cups of coffee and also a pack of my favorite cigarettes.
"Where, Kaf?" I approached him who was sitting on the left side porch.
"Udah a week from the incident I scolded papa, Bang" The face of frustration looks neat.
It's a natural expression.
"Continue?" I sat next to him.
"Papa diamin me a week, just kept coming home from college this afternoon papa asked me to talk. In the middle of Dayana's condition that has not been whining to be married, I don't know what mama omongi to him. Uh, now papa tell me to marry siri. Because papa got the information, there is a new rule where medical students are not allowed to marry. Except, continuing specialist education. Tonight I was told to come there and talk to Dayana and her parents, the problem is I don't dare, Bang." He looked at me at the end of the sentence.
I understand, I was asked to accompany him.
"Well, what time is it? Don't get to ten, because later you miss futsal." I showed off my teeth.
I got addicted to futsal too eventually.
"Say you want to date that girl, right?" Kaf pointed at the living room with his chin.
"No, same with Flower dong." It is safer to play with flowers.
Despite frequent turn on, I never got to c** like that. Yes it is common too, if it is Sunday night, Bunga must play.
"Try on, Bang. All of us take Flowers, let's go straight to futsal."
I'm mangosteen. "So it's okay, but later you have to eat at home first. Whose coffee is this?" It has become my habit to smoke and copy.
"Coffee for Brother, I brought it from home. I'm not used to dinner, Bang. Worried belly dad, later less agile my movements." Kaf started smoking.
"Well, in the operating room, it's fast motion." Smoke began to boil.
I think moving ekhem-echem, so it must be nimble.
"Well, will you come in?" I saw Zio take off his sandals at the end of the terrace.
"Yes, Bang. Want permission to stay at the house of in-laws." She's styling her hair.
"Please grab some food for Brother, Yo." I'm used to being served.
"Not eaten?" Zio almost went inside the house.
"It's not night yet, the same white water, too, Yo." Fortunately, my sisters are obedient.
"Yes, Bang."
Biyung is angry if I don't eat at home, at least once he said. I follow the rules, but it's not a difficult thing.
I take off my clothes, then attach them to my shoulders. Just the singlets I wore, I also discussed many things while waiting for my advice to come.
However, Zio had even come out alone.
"Nitip the house, Bang? Sunday afternoon I'm home." He even glared.
"Oh, yeah-yes. Where do you eat brother?" I hold up my seat.
"No." Zio pointed at the door of the house with his chin.
Well, why did Jessie deliver it?
"Thank you. Where's biyung?" I received food in that tray.
"Moreovercome father eat. I'm going home, Bang?" He smiled sweetly and put a tray near me to sit down.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks huh?" I returned his smile.
"Yes, Bang." He left the terrace.
"This height is of the Flower, the cake of mama's stature loh her. Only difference, more singset only. Mom is gemoy." Kaf glanced at Jessie.
"Masa? That spanish guitar?" Akh started eating my food.
"Sand clock, Bang. Because in thin height, so the cake's an hourglass."
I immediately imagined the hourglass.
"Oh, yeah-yes. Her clothes were loose, so I don't know for sure." I enjoy stir-frying this biyung cuisine.
Patent once felt if biyung make stir-fry. Although not an expert in making other dishes, but the stir-fry is amazingly delicious. Biyung studied the science of stir-fry cooking, but the results are not cans.
"It looks in the basin, Bang. Brother's eyes are less observant anyway." Kaf chuckles amusedly.
"You're more basket-in-the-spot." I mocked.
"Not right now, got mentally I didiemin papa for days." Kaf sipped his coffee.
"You think it's good to say that****n Dayana?" I chuckled small.
"Don't, cake blush that's on the head. But horrified that the pain of peeing for a few days, the shock there was me, Bang." Kaf took it seriously.
"Are you sure Dayana's a virgin?" It could be just using tools.
"Well, I understand the characteristics of a virgin woman. From the surface, it is visible, Bang. Come on quick, Bang. I'll take the bike first, okay?" Kaf stood up from his seat.
"Yes take the bike first, take a little more responsibility." I showed you my plate.
"okay, Bang. Don't forget the flowers are ripped off, Bang." Kaf left first.
"okay." I nodded repeatedly.
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