The Father Boy
ALA182'S CHAT. Meet pakwa
"Don't think too far. With him want you rang***, you take off his shirt, you want to go in, the sign is that he wants to be with you. About her repulsion, maybe she had a lot of reasons, one of which might be about her education." I poked my shoulder because I didn't know for sure.
"Did he think I was going to take away his education? I'm married, I'll still support her education." He clenched his hand and hit his own lap.
I let out my breath. "Let's know, I don't know for sure why. Suggestions anyway, you talked to your sister first. Keep saving my number, later I help talk to his parents, keep me informed how good about your arrival. About the flowers and their decisions, maybe I will help talk to the parents. I've been lazy to talk to him, I'm tired of advising him. The girl you like is itchy, she's a***." I didn't expect my words to lead Hema to laugh.
What's the funny thing?
"Favorite is not the woman who is*** this, Bang? I think they're the favorites."
His brain turned perverted too.
Izza used to code for me to do it to her, but in fact she was always more able to provide comfort for my sleep. I am also a male, which is reasonable to have n****. But lost to the comfort that Izza delivered, because it was as quiet as he was for me.
If Jessie, yes Jessie. It made me awake and agitated, with only a jewel in its navel. I hope I don't see the other navels that attract attention anymore.
"Favorite! Favorites! Model Flower, yes the man must have skill as well." Women of any model, yes indeed men must have skills.
"Wet fast, Bang. The important thing is to understand him, I say, he just wants to be understood."
Too frontal! I don't like to hear comments like this about my sisters.
"Here you go, you go home! I'm busy, lots of other things." I sipped my ice until I had half a glass left.
"Oh yeah, where's Brother's HP number?"
Hema instantly rewrote my phone number that I had memorized and mentioned. He sent me a chat so I could know his number.
Without storing this empty glass, I immediately left as soon as Hema's car left this area of the house. I don't want to argue and talk to Bunga a lot, it's a waste.
"Biyung, which father?" I cried out when I entered my house.
"In the kitchen," yelled faintly.
I walked through this house, a house that was quiet because it was in the middle of being at their respective schools. Cani lives in her own house, but every day she is always in the house. He just went home, to sleep at night. While Ra, he occupies my house. Whether temporarily or forever, I don't think about it. Whatever, the important thing is to wake my eyes. I don't mind, because I only need one room for now.
"Who? Which father, Biyung? Dad, not Biyung." I just found a biyung who was on the move with a housekeeper.
"Dad? Dad check the field, Bang. Lunch might come home, Biyung hasn't called, so don't know for sure."
My bio is often like this.
"Say dad yes, I nyariin that. I'm going out first, have you call me when you're home, Biyung?" I don't want to be silent, I have to launch my intentions one by one.
If you're not home, I'll have to jump this step first. About Ra to be shut down first, until dad comes. Now, I'm thinking of seeing Pakwa at his house and reporting everything.
"Yes, yeah. Where else are you going?" Biyung walked over and over and took the vegetables and washed them in the sink.
"There's work, Biyung. I'm leaving first." Without kissing her hand like this morning, I immediately left the house again.
I drove my vehicle to Pakwa's house. The house is quiet, but when opening the door gets an unexpected surprise. I'm not worried, just surprised to get a welcome from Hana.
His embrace was warm and tight, he looked cheerful and pleased with my arrival. However, I was a little uncomfortable with the way my mother looked. He looked at my presence so deeply, as if my arrival was a surprise.
"A suspect is there, Makwa?" I was a little confused to call him.
Really, my parents and my pakwa didn't teach me how to call a new wife out of that pack. Lebaran alone, he never visited to visit. So, how could I consider her a relative or some kind of old aunt? Pakwa only comes with his son, Eagle, Flower or one of his special children. In essence, Pakwa never brought all his children at once. Maybe because it was a difficult thing in his opinion, plus he never brought his wife to come.
"At the clinic, try calling." The woman who was called 'mamate' by the Flower, walked over and pulled Hana's shoulders gently.
"Done for work, honey. Play with Mamah aja," he asked subtly.
He is not as rough as with flowers. Motherhood, her affection poured out on Hana. I could see, too, that it wasn't just pretend.
Hana jumped up and down, until her saliva stuck to my clothes. I don't understand the problem with Hana, because she has such a hard time regulating her saliva. Like a baby who will grow teeth, just silence saliva can drip. If it's just down syndrome, it might not be like that. I've heard, if Hana has an illness, too. One of the things he had been through, was a series of surgeries for his heart as a baby. However, I don't know for sure about what he's suffering either. Clearly, he was a strong and jolly boy.
"Wait in the upstairs room, Bang. Just keep calling me, give me you." He smiled broadly, embracing and bringing Hana into the room.
It must not be her intention to limit Hana's interaction with family, I for example. Maybe, he was worried that I was disturbed and uncomfortable with the jolly attitude of Hana who was a little excessive for normal people. Even though it's okay, I understand and understand him.
"Let me go to the clinic, Makwa." That is, so that I can freely also chat with Pakwa if outside the house.
"Yes, Bang. Close the door again." Makwa only looked at it briefly, then he entered the room adjacent to the living room and closed the door of the room.
I'm not offended, I understand his condition.
When I left to bring back my bike, from the window of the room Hana waved her hand at me. If only makwa would understand, that I don't mind interacting with Hana. Although I understand her concern for me about Hana, but she should not need to limit Hana to that extent. Because when he's gone, we relatives will play a big role in Hana's environment.
"Where is the suspect?" I spoke to a security clinic I know.
"In his room, Bang. On the second floor, the front of the stairs up the room, directly aja Bang. But it's good to knock on the door first, Bang. Perhaps there is a special patient who is consulting." The security pointed at the second-floor staircase, which was visible from this entrance.
"OK ready, thanks." I smiled and walked quickly to the stairs.
I found a room with Dr.'s name tag. Kenandra Al-Musthofa's. Cool name, authoritative and modern. Though his age was far above mine, but his name was as modern as that. Surely the parents of slang children, can give the name of his son as cool as it was in his era.
"Sorry." Followed by my hand that knocked repeatedly.
"Yes, come in." His friendly voice sounded.
Like doctors in general, firm and friendly authoritative. Not as assertive as the police, I was disinclined by them because of his firm voice and his ever-serious face. But if the police are as doctor-friendly as possible, many may dare to challenge them. With them firmly, we society becomes disinclined itself.
"Any one's busy?" I smiled when I found him in front of his desk.
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