The Father Boy
ALA170S. Hermapharme
"flower?" I made sure of the name of the person he was looking for.
"It's right, I once drove him to the minimarket. Said the man there, his house here. I don't mean to be bad, I just want to visit." The language is polite.
"Rubber, but it's good to wait at my house, huh? Flowers will be called." Aunt Ria pointed to her house which was to the right of Riyana Studio.
"Oh, fine." Hema glanced at her car.
"Udah quite aside, it's okay to be left alone." I understand his concerns, because his car is expensive and the latest output.
It probably cost about seven hundred and twenty million.
"Indeed the Flower house where exactly is it?" Her smile is pretty sweet.
His face is not criminal like father, it doesn't look as flattery. However, who knows there are factors that make it this flat.
"Yes here everything is the house of flowers, like where he wants to live."
I'm sure Aunt Ria did not give a clear reason, because she did not want Bunga continued to be visited by this man without permission. It took me months to get to Izza's house. But this man, it only took a week, until he finally dared to come to meet the Flower.
"So where should I go?" Hema rubbed her nape.
"Oh, come with me." Aunt Ria stepped first, until Hema finally followed.
Tin………
"Hi, Bang. Where are you going?" Sapa Jessie riding a motorcycle with her mother Niken and little sister.
It was the son of Niken's mother with Mr. Darmaji, his age may still be under five years.
"You go to uncle" I replied kindly.
Jessie's gaze was directed at Hema, Hema also dared to look at Jessie. After that, they threw away their eyes. Are they ex-lovers? They are both city people, maybe Jakarta and Bekasi are not too far for meetings. It could be that they do have memories, then Hema knows about Jessie's whereabouts here.
Ah, I don't know. My thoughts are too far away, maybe Hema has only ever seen Jessie. Or are they in the same job? In the frenetic scope of the night world? Or dark tissue?
"Okay, first huh?" Jessie pulled the gas slowly past us.
His mother only smiled kindly, as the motorbike he rode past our company that was crossing.
"Sorry, Bang. Is he the real one?" Hema approaching. The direction of his hand pointed towards the departure of Jessie's motorbike.
I picked up a familiar signal from the question. "His mother married someone here" I replied later.
Hema the mangosteen, we keep stepping together all the way to Uncle Gavin's house. Uncle Gavin looked at our arrival, with his two young children. The toddler whined and beat Gavin's uncle on the shoulder, even though his father was watching us step in.
"Which, don't tell me to go. This bazaar war." Uncle Gavin took the two children down.
"What is bazaar war?" I was surprised to hear of that war.
"Bazaar war, throw this food cake." Aunt Ria took her two children.
"Who is that?" Uncle Gavin asked Aunt Ria yes through it by holding their children.
"Oh, yeah. He's a friend of Flowers." Aunt Ria turned her head towards Hema. "Company, Yang. I'll make tea first." Aunt Ria entered her house, with her two children.
"Please sit down." Uncle Gavin invited Hema to sit down.
"Oh yeah, thank you." Hema smiled kindly and sat down on the terrace chair.
Uncle Gavin covered, then he came with a green plastic chair. I immediately sat down on that chair, Uncle Gavin just chuckled and patted me on the shoulder.
"Sir will sit down, you first." Uncle Gavin chose to sit on the patio chair next to Hema, which was only enclosed by a small round table.
"Where is this from?" Uncle Gavin began to notice Hema.
"From Blang Ujong," replied Hema kindly.
"A college friend?" Uncle Gavin definitely doesn't know anything.
"Rubber, Sir. Ehh…." Hema is confused to call the correct name.
"Yes, can. I'm also the father of Bunga." Uncle Gavin pointed to himself.
"Who? Was she? Many." Hema's forehead until wrinkled.
I chuckled a little, his expression was so funny. "You're the Bekasi guy?" tanyaku later.
"Did?" He's staring. "Oh, yes. Yes, I am a Bekasi native. But here, stay at Blang Ujong." He smiled kindly.
Like a drunk.
"Okay, whose real name is it?" I remember Hema Candra, a movie character in the genre of romance.
"I'm Hermawan, only when I'm a little lisp and can call my own name Hema aja."
True said Bunga, his eye bags look blackened. His eyes were cloudy, like a reddish yellow. He seems unhealthy, but more like an addict.
"Education or what? How to get to Blang Ujong?" Uncle Gavin started like a new train of embers, the smoke billowing from his mouth.
"I follow my sister here, continuing education as well. Go to college first, get a college education. But there was a sense of inadequacy, so one semester it stopped. There continues to be a gap of about two years at home, then now continue to take college again. But different faculties, now one faculty equals Flowers and one class too."
Oh, she's not the age of flowers.
"Twenty years means now?" Uncle Gavin put his cigarette pack on the table.
"Now, twenty-one years. Join the new school year, so yes about two and a half years at home." He smiled widely.
He must be worried about being asked at home.
"Oh, are you two brothers?" Uncle Gavin is like selecting a man for his daughter.
"Yes right, sir. I'm the youngest of two brothers."
First flower, she's the youngest. Like there is a match, even though the position is reversed. Because the firstborn should be male, because it tends to lead. But yes, not necessarily a soul mate either.
"Who's your brother at Ujong Blang? Maybe I know." Izza was from Ujong Blang, but it might be a different alley.
"My sister's name is Nur Hikmah, her husband's name is bang Wildan."
As familiar with the name. "Bang Wildan has a fertilizer warehouse, right?" I bought some fertilizer there.
Hema snapped her finger. "Rubber. My late papah who had his fertilizer factory, now nothing replaced bang Wildan first because I can not do anything."
Aish, really heir.
"Wildan who last night was our futsal goalkeeper isn't he, Bang?" Uncle Gavin's all asking me, that's his friend.
"Yes, I know him from Pakcik to buy fertilizer just tell him there." I looked at Hema, intending to point at the photo of Wildan bang.
"It right?" I showed you the profile photo of WhatsApp bang Wildan.
"Well, that's right. That's what his wife, my sister Nur Hikmah. These are my two nephews, now sister Wisma is pregnant with her third child." Hema pointed to the photo.
"Your Flowers are in futsal place all night, you weren't invited by your brother-in-law?" Uncle Gavin patted Hema's arm.
We can be a futsal team like him.
Hema smiled slightly. "I can go out in addition to college activities, this is just me a reason to take on campus duties. Yes, not a reason, because you want to take on campus duties. Flowers that hold the problem, but it has been three days he said has not been done. So last night I said, yes it's been helped rather than not done, he's not the only one who later hit, we're a group affected as well."
Uncle Gavin laughed. "The flowers are the same, he can be allowed to go if not taken by his brother. Uh, but it's weird that boys don't get permission to go out. You got a problem, huh?" Uncle Gavin was too hasty to ask.
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