The Father Boy
ALA179'S CHAT. Ensuring Flowers
"He's fine, Bang. If it was a worrying situation, he would have immediately run to Abang right now. But all we feel is shame now, Bang. We had a debate, because we were ashamed to meet my brother. We realize that we were wrong and despicable." He was filled with regret.
An alibi!
"Disrupt you! Watch out! I'd like to meet and talk to Bunga!" I walked around, hoping to get the door from there.
Hema quickly chased after me. As before, he quickly propped up the car door with his back.
"I guarantee the flowers are okay, Bang. I'm meaningless, it's happening on each other's will and without any coercion from me on the male side." He patted his own chest.
"You're a man, Hem! I know how our people are!" I'm the most careful to just do it, but Izza was scuffed because if n*** is around, we find it hard to control ourselves.
Hema shook her head faintly, she sighed and lowered her lethargy.
"I don't want to embarrass him, Bang. What matters now is that I found you, I admit I was wrong and I can take responsibility for my actions today. I won't run away, I'll make sure I'm responsible whether pregnant or not Bunga. I'm not gonna run, I promise you that, Bang. Now, let me take Bunga away and take him home to the front of the fence of his house. After that, I went straight home. You can follow my car, if you don't believe what I say." He spoke slowly, with serious hand movements and eyes.
"On the road, you can threaten him and give me advice to confess what you said to him. In a sense, you'll crush Bunga and force him to admit that today you're doing on a liking basis, not for the real reason that happened." This is what I think, if I delay to ask Flowers now.
"Don't you want to mess him up with questions from you at home like that? Please, Bang. Just a confession from me, don't make him embarrassed by the question you love when he's at home. Come, Bang. I don't want him to be embarrassed and finally awkward with his own brother, because of today's incident. I assume this is our problem. Don't drag the Flower, with the events you know today. Please, don't discuss it and ask him at home. I don't want him to feel ashamed, Bang. Please understand what I mean, this is not an achievement that you should be fretting at him in front of the family, or Brother ask again at home."
I re-understood Hema's intentions. What does it mean good? Or, inversely proportional to the seriousness of his expression that does not want such a Flower? In a sense, he wants me to be quiet because he wants Bunga to remain silent on what may not be beneficial to Bunga today.
Right, it must have been inversely proportional to Hema's confession to me now. He wanted me and Bunga to have no conversation about today's events, so that the pressure he put on Bunga would not leak anywhere.
"No! I still want to talk to you about flowers." I pushed him fast, then immediately pulled the doorknob of this car.
Open-ended.
The flowers looked surprised and looked fast. He fixed his hijab, which had just been draped over his shoulder. Her clothes were complete, only her hair was clearly exposed.
The smell of romance is quite strong, probably due to the absence of a good air exchange. Plus, it is the state of the car that has not lived since.
"Remember…." The flower lowered its head.
"Review you!" I was worried about Hema trying to pull my shoulder and shift my position.
"Well, why don't you believe me?" Hema keeps making me uncomfortable, even pulling my clothes.
"Can you shut up?! I don't hesitate to play physical, if you're gini way!" I pointed right in front of his face.
This city boy has been so disrespectful since.
"Hem, let's talk first." Flowers are in contact with Hema.
This young man! Huft, for sins I don't know.
"But, Flowers…." Hema ruffled her own hair.
It won't embarrass him, it does. But I won't hesitate to complain. Let alone something that parents should know and handle, I will not protect the wrong thing.
"You sure, Bunga?" Hema's eyes look at the Flower in one go.
I read love slaves from the look in their eyes. Ah, not the whole love. But there's a big n*** in it, I'm sure it is.
"I'm sure, Hem. Give us time to talk first." The smile of the flower seemed to show that he was fine.
When you look at the eyes, it looks fine. I didn't see any pressure, nor did I see that he had any ill parts to him over the persecution. That is, by the coercion he got from Hema so.
Hema nodded, she left from behind my body. I kept watching him from the windshield of this car because he was walking towards the front of the hood of the car. He fell silent right in front of the car, then turned on the cigarette from his pants pocket.
"You okay, Dek?" I turned to look at the Flower sitting in the seat beside this driver.
I stood beside him, with the car door wide open.
The flower breathed. "What's wrong? We're not done, Bang." He clasped his hands and pouted.
My a****!
"Basic brat n****t!" I quickly scooped his face.
All my worries were broken with this crazy confession. My bad guess at Hema's coercion, vanished in an instant.
"Nonsolent of you! You promised me that, you said you wanted to change and that you wouldn't go crazy again! Itching is you! You are often like this!" My mouth became slippery talking.
"Hey, Brother! I said that, because there are no opponents." His face sucks for viewers.
He chuckled amusedly, as I stared at him sharply for quite a while.
He grabbed me with his left hand. "Yes I promise that time, but in that sense it would not happen if the same brother. I mean, we're brothers and we're not gonna do that crazy thing and I promise you and make sure there's not gonna be an unhealthy relationship between me and brother. It's a problem like this, I told you I'm not gonna get pregnant, I promise."
I want to tear his mouth!
I immediately let go of his embrace, then threw out his hand. It's true, about her promise that won't make her pregnant outside of marriage again. But, I don't think that he would still do that stupid thing.
"I'm sorry, brother? That Hemanya lured on as well, blame her." Flowers start out like children whining about blaming others.
"Dek, take care of your marwah." Tired of it, I believe Bunga understood the meaning behind that simple sentence.
My expression was so simple and not so deep, but it immediately made the Flower embrace me. His breath deep, I felt his conscience scratched in my simple sentence.
"Dec….
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