The Father Boy
ALA189'S CHAT. Come to Flowers
"On what basis, did you bring the flower into the field?" Pakwa question is quite surprising, after getting this hot coffee ammunition.
"What do you know? I've admitted my mistake to Bang Chandra, Bang Chandra didn't tell me all?"
Hema made me look at father and pakwa.
"I asked you!" pakwa sternly later.
Hema glanced around. "Don't mean to vilify the Flower, I tried to cover it up. But the Father himself who wanted to know the initial incident, that the son of the Father himself who initially abstained me. I'm a man, challenged, must feel immature if I miss the challenge" he said slowly.
Pakwa was silent, he looked straight at his coffee in a blank stare. Surely he was shocked to hear Hema's remark, that Flowers were challenging Hema to have a husband and wife relationship. I don't know for sure the story, but it doesn't feel like Hema can lie. He was just honest about his identity, the time wanted to lie things that deal with his son Pakwa.
"Okay, are you being honest?" Pakwa turned her head to Hema, with a slowing gaze glancing at Hema.
"Why am I lying? You can ask directly to Bunga, if you are willing to make Flowers embarrassed in front of your own Father. I'm bad, I'm honest. Because what? Because I want you to know for sure who I am, how I am, so in the future I don't have to pretend to be on vacation, even though I came to a psychiatrist." Hema patted her own chest.
"We finish our coffee first, let's go to Bunga. We ask how she wants." Pakwa looked at Hema steadily.
Hema smiled broadly. "Ready." He immediately took his coffee glass.
"That's not water, it doesn't have to run out. We while chatting first," said the father by picking a snack made from cassava.
"Yes, yes." Hema laughed crisply.
"You're in college, what's the idle at home?" ask dad later.
The fathers can menggopi relaxed, I who became a witness even high voltage. My memory sees this discussion, because I think it's a serious thing.
"I'm a college friend of Flowers, sir. We're one faculty, one class too. But the age difference, I'm twenty-two now. It's only been twenty-two years this month." Hema put on her friendly smile.
"Ohh, the psychologist too. Means his college cut off his tenure, rehab too?" I can guess apparently.
"Failure, that's one year before I got hold of that crazy time. Tips other than online games, what should I do, sir?" Hema looks more relaxed talking to dad.
The attitude of the father is friendly to young people, whether he feels young at his age now. But it makes us comfortable chatting, Hema has also enjoyed her cigarette also in the middle of her coffee shavings.
"Married, I married at that time. Catch hands, marry, continue rehabilitation. Formality is only three months, but still the same taste. But at home it can heal itself, because s**s routine same wife." Father has called himself by his call of pride.
"I should not heal for a year, should marry apparently."
A light laugh enveloped our conversation.
"But don't be surprised, those drugs sometimes have an effect on your fertility. In his time, he was actually able to recover on his own with the help of a healthy lifestyle," said Pakwa made Hema momentarily daydream.
"I used to get kicked out a lot, Bang. It's even less joss, apparently because of those drugs too?" timpal father then.
"Suami wife, routine doing. But her husband still pregnant tokcer his wife really. What kind of routine? If a day drain the tank can be several times, maybe it can be less tokcer." Pakwa looks relaxed in the middle of this situation.
"I'm thinking about my future, and now I'm thinking about how I am after this." Hema was chin-backed staring at his coffee.
"You guys are still in college, delay first to have offspring. If the flower finally wants, you should come immediately bring your family. This is my itchy daughter's problem, why is she trying to stop a boy?" Pakwa sighed.
"Udah, don't think about it. I will have children in time, just be patient. Clearly, this problem is in the Flower. How will the flower, how will it be decided." Dad sipped back his coffee.
I also tried the coffee that you ordered, not so bad even though this is not my favorite coffee.
"He is why exactly? Wanted to be married, but won't be married."
Instantly, Hema immediately got a cigarette throw from the pakwa. Fortunately, Hema was able to fend it off despite being hit by the fire a little.
"Betul loh, Bang. Panic loh women tuh if dianu, noisily marriage. The opposite flower, Bang." Dad's picking cassava again.
"Yes, okay! But I don't like being spelled out either."
The point is, Pakwa does not want to hear bad comments about his son.
"I'm sorry, sir." Hema sat down to clean up the cigarette ash on her shirt.
"Hm." Pakwa restores her hair and relaxes her back on the back of the chair.
"Come, Dad. How sleepy I am." The wind was soft, my eyes were swept away at the comfort of the sweep of the wind.
"Patience, Bang. More delicious coffee, just a little more." Dad raised his coffee cup.
I don't intend to spend, it doesn't taste as good as my favorite coffee.
"Solve today, let it plong." Pakwa finished his coffee.
"Bang, pay it." Dad patted my arm.
"I am too." I got up and walked to the cashier.
Businesses promise this coffee shop, because one cup of coffee can cost up to eighty thousand. But of course the capital is not small, because one kilo of coffee costs there are reaching millions.
"Bring the car, Bang." Dad threw the keys to his car when I got back from the cashier.
"Oh, Dad…." Don't know what yes, that I've drowned from drowsiness.
"I follow from behind." Hema pointed at her car.
It was seen that my father and my husband paid attention to Hema's car, of course because it was not a cheap car. The price of the car, three times the price of this pink car.
"He's a rich kid, Bang?" ask me, as soon as we're in the car.
I began to focus on operating vehicles that seemed to be female gender. "Yes, heiress of inorganic fertilizer factory he said anyway. Bang Wildan took hold, because Hema still bothered to take care of herself."
"Thinking also Pakwa tuh, he just has not released rehabilitation, how do you take care of Bunga? What does it mean to be the head of the household in charge? Meanwhile, he himself still can not take care of and the same responsibility himself. Pakwa is not sure the responsibility of Bunga to Hema, even Pakwa who will have two firstborns, who must take care of Bunga and Hema as well. But what if it does not, it will automatically repeat itself again. Pakwa tuh do not want this flower, if it is steady as a man yes marry, do not fervently nyari. So remember yourself first, feel wrong with your own behavior."
Lah? Meaning how? Is that right if even an adulterous expert? Then how's dad? Are there any children like him later?
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