The Father Boy
ALA190S. Flower Rooms
"I'm home, huh, Dad?" I covered, after the car was parked in the courtyard of the magnificent house.
However, the back collar of my shirt was instead pulled by my father. Then, I was embraced by my father to come into the house.
"Start, Bang." Dad put a big smile on me.
Hmm, luckily my dad is handsome.
My face depends on the mood. If you are upset, yes Sangar. If you are happy, you look friendly. Not stay cool like dad, I mix biyung's face.
"Flowers…." Pakwa breezed into the house first.
"Go up to the cake." Dad let go of his embrace to me.
I looked at Hema who was left behind. "Come, Hem." I waved my hand at him.
Hema nodded, she ran small after taking off her shoes. It was so skinny that he probably weighed about fifty-five. To a tall man, fifty-five was extremely thin. I've only been up to almost seventy, I've been down to sixty-five when Izza was gone. Now I've crawled up again my weight, but never more than seventy kilos.
"Greatest in his house, Bang." Hema looked at her.
"High, so it looks magnificent." I am proud of this building.
The renovation is just paint and the roof is more often, the walls are really sturdy and strong. Several times the earthquake was strong, his house had no significant damage. At the very least, only things fell. Yes the earthquake is not so severe, just said strong enough because some buildings residents suffered damage.
"Whose house is this, Bang?" Hema looked left and right.
He walked with me.
"House of deceased grandmother and grandfather. If you marry Bunga, take this house." Rather than empty in my opinion.
I'm more at home taken care of, of course taken care of by Biyung.
"I'm boyong to Bekasi, Bang. I learned to plunge in the factory, inevitably Bunga had to come along. Education, can move there."
I quickly turned to Hema. What the hell, I don't agree. What if he's KDRT against Bunga, while his family no one knows? My mind is complicated.
I am a human being who is nothing to be a burden of the mind.
"Dad's got a fertilizer factory, you can learn from dad. Manure factory you can use your right hand, let you keep the same flower here." I want my brothers to gather all in this alley, to be reachable by the eyes.
"Where's the fertilizer plant, Bang? Is it the same kind?"
We've climbed the stairs.
"In Cirebon, organic fertilizer anyway. But it's the same fertilizer." I heard the conversation of my father, Pakwa and Bunga from these stairs.
"Yes further away, Bang. Cirebon, I'm in Bekasi." Hema head bobble.
"Yes learning doesn't have to come to the place." I answered the origin.
"Where can! It's a science of the looks, it has to be seen directly." Hema was provoked by the emotion of her voice.
Just nature, a little bit of emotion. What about those absurd flowers? Will he always scold the Flower, snap at the Flower, or even drop his hand on the body of the Flower? Duh, I can't think straight.
"That, ah!" The flower was sitting in the middle of the bed hugging a thick blanket.
The air conditioner felt so piercing, the room was quite messy with a wet towel at the end of the bed. Her hair was half dry, it seemed like she had a mandatory bath.
"Chatting is why." Pakwa opened the balcony door, while Dad turned off the air conditioner.
Crazy, it tastes like it's in the freezer. What did the Flower feel, with its half-wet hair?
"Hema…." Flowers look towards the door.
My mind began to wander over the things I wanted to have, I often felt like this when I was about to fall asleep. Moreover, remember the amount of money I got, from the results of my pond.
I want to have my own car, but not pink. I would like to have a Honda Jazz as well, but in white. Honda Jazz is synonymous with women's cars, but it feels cool to wear it in white. Impressed like a luxury item, plus some modifications.
Hema's car is more expensive, but I mean the time the money must be bought expensive cars? It means more if you buy land or buy fields.
"Yes, Bang?" Dad pulled my big toe.
"What, Dad?" My consciousness is back.
"Gee! You're this! I'm a bit anxious about the descendants of Cendol, different than that same descent Fira or Princess." Pakwa shakes head with a hand.
"This boy of mine, pride." Dad pulled my leg so hard.
"Dad, my goodness." I got dragged to the end of the bed.
"Here on the balcony, let's have a good chat." Pakwa widen balcony doors.
"On the bed, Dad! I'm good at spilling." Flowers spilled his body back.
"Capek huh? How many times did it come out?"
Well, I'm sometimes ashamed of myself with my father's vulgar mouth. Dad spoke unfiltered first, pakwa's gaze was no longer wearing.
"Not yet, Father Ipan! What's that dad talking about?" Flowers have mebek-girl.
I know, he's acting.
"Child n****t!" Father was blown away by pointing at the Flower and turned towards the pakwa.
Pakwa until glared perfectly, with a waistline. It's terrible to use this, while my father is very saduy.
Hema's expression was like being mentally affected by the behavior of the father's mouth. He must have thought, this old man his mouth is so dirty.
"Get us, Van! My daughter, your mouth**t-e***t came out! I'm making you medicine too!" Pakwa to raise his chin to Dad.
Dad was blown away, throwing a pillow at the pakwa. The second count, Pakwa immediately chased and father immediately jumped into the middle of the bed. Pakwa did not stay silent, he immediately climbed onto the bed as well and covered his father's face with a pillow without pressing it. Pakwa gave a light punch on the pillow, which was above the face of the father. The sound of father's laughter still echoed, as if their jokes were so pleasant.
I could see Hema still standing in the doorway, she looked so astonished by these two old men. They often fight, fight, bicker, but get along quickly as a child.
"Dad, I fell." Flowers tugging Pakwa's hands.
"Dad Ipan you make emotions!" Pakwa stopped persecuting my father to the point of breaking it.
"Here, Hem." I patted the edge of this 200 x 200 bed.
Hema nodded, she sat on the edge of the bed near me.
"Oh, my bonyok." Dad got up and got his clothes.
"You don't, Bang? When I was a kid I was told to keep the same Pakwa you, son of a bitch does have a brother." Dad is now tidying up his hair.
"You don't have a lot of questions when you're a kid, just make emotions!" Pakwa sat at the end of the bed, facing the flower.
Pakwa is aligned with Hema.
"Yes his name also brought up people who feel older, naturally there are many nanya. Ehh, so how's the son-in-law?" Dad glanced towards Hema.
Hema is now the concern of all of us.
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