The Father Boy
ALA193'S CHAT. The jewel-studded pusar
"Huh?"
Hema's startled voice was clearly heard.
"Where do you want to lead my son, Hem? How do you want to educate my son? How do you want to take care of my son?" Pakwa patted Hema's shoulder.
"I need time and process, sir. I can't promise after I'm pinang, the flower immediately turns into sholehah. Moreover, my condition is still in the treatment stage, when I relapse, I must be chaotic and need the closest person to take me to a psychiatrist as soon as possible. The point is, we both fix. I don't mind booze, this is it, because I'm afraid my ugliness is being brought up as well. I know who I am, self-saw is important. Clearly, I understand that the flower I must guide. I couldn't change his life nineteen years ago, I couldn't change my life twenty-two years ago, but I'm trying to change our future so that the past won't last."
I want to applaud Hema's last sentence. We humans can't change a missed time. But we can improve our lives in the future, with a change to a better person.
"If you take care of yourself, will you make my son's life difficult?" Pakwa's mouth is sharp.
"His name is a life partner, I don't want him to make it hard. But if I do, Bunga will also suffer. I don't want to repot anyone, but in fact I need someone else's help. How's it? We're social creatures, sir." Hema faced pakwa in front of the planting shelf.
"Bring your family tonight abis Isya." Pakwa patted Hema's shoulder once, then she passed away going out of the room.
"Who? Yeah?" Flowers seemed confused to see her father leaving.
"Later every day will take a big bath, wash clothes, iron clothes, make breakfast, clean the house, napu, mopping, ng***t don't forget." Dad patted Bunga on the shoulder while laughing crisply, he slowly got out of bed and came out of the room.
But before he left. I let out his voice back.
"Friend of the young man, Bang. Keep bringing the man home," said the father without looking at me.
"Yes, Dad." I chose to break my body.
Tired today, when will I talk to you about Ra? I saw Hema reopen the freezer, then noticed the contents.
I want to check my phone, open a chat app and see the people who made the status there. Jessie became the top person who made the story in the application, I was interested to see it.
Beautiful belly button with the jewel. Ehh, but why did he put himself in his story?
"Who, Bang?" Flowers are looking at my phone.
"Ehh, it's okay." I hurriedly pulled my phone.
The flower first saw it like it, he chuckled amusedly by pointing at my face. "Try ah look first." He took his phone under the pillow.
"Ehh….. He sent PAP to Abang? How come his status isn't on me? Am I in hide?" Flowers show her phone screen.
"Whose status?" Hema walked back towards the bed.
"That's it, Jessie." Bunga glanced at Hema at a glance, then noticed her phone screen again.
"Let's see if the status is still no, Bang? Was it removed apparently?" Flowers pointed at my phone.
"There's still something." This time I showed Jessie's story on Flowers.
"Well, I'm in hide means." Flower head bobbles.
"It could be that the status was deliberately shared with Bang Chandra, it could be so too." Hema sat down again in her original place, the end of the bed.
"Failure, it could be." Flowers flicked his finger.
"What is he so?" I frowned.
"On the basis of the target," replied Hema with a tickled chuckle.
"Ehh, I really want to know. Actually, he's there selling himself?" I put my phone in front of me, then looked at Hema who was a meter in front of me.
I reflexively turned my head towards Bunga, I wonder how he would respond to hearing that. But I found him lighting a cigarette. She seemed to relax, hearing her future husband bid women so expensive.
"What year?" ask Bunga then, by exhaling his cigarette smoke.
"What?" Hema frowned.
"It's the dawn" I said later.
Flowers patted my arm. "No, Bang. Avanzanya car output year, what year? Different prices are matic, manual, type G, Veloz, there will be a macem."
In that instant, Hema and I looked at each other and laughed out loud.
"Now, even?" Flowers bobble the head, with continued smoking back.
"Keep, if you bargain for Avanza, will he not?" I asked Hema.
"No need for him, Bang. He was the same manager, he said the manager was his own father." Hema took out a packet of Flower cigarettes, which were in the presence of Flowers.
"For ya?" hema said by looking at the face of the flower.
"Heem." The flower nodded its head.
"His father became his own son's manager?" I still don't believe Hema's words.
"Rubber, he said that too. His father also b****r great anyway, Bang. You don't have any other women, Bang? I don't like it myself, listen to you ask me about Jessie. Who's the cake, the blonde cake widow, the widow of the flowerbed, the widow of the cake, the girl of mystery you're into. It's nothing, Bang. His mouth is sweet right when the user first pulled, I traumatized myself with the woman of the cake. If later he will be at home with Brother, he continues to sell illegal goods again behind Brother, how? Since her turnover is not playful, she must be tempted rather than tired of begging income to the husband." Hema seemed to be provoked by the emotion of her face.
"Why don't you get with him for Avanza's car, you hate him, Hem?" Logic once upon a time the question of Flowers.
A man rejected by his love means so.
"Not really, nawar is also a fad. Those days, I wasn't crazy s**s. It feels more opium than that stuff, rather than women. The promiscuity, the excitement, the comfortable offer given, the handsome feeling and relax, it is more intoxicating than the taste of women. I think, in those days." Cigarettes billowed from Hema's mouth.
"What age are you missing, Hem?" Bunga asked her husband in front of me.
It's a little crazy for this woman.
"How much? Seventeen years old cake, sick, so the cake is that. Rarely, can it be counted as a finger."
Hema is the same, he can answer honestly.
"One to a hundred can be counted as finger times!" Flowers glanced cynically.
"What the hell do you know, Dek? You also s**s many times already." I feel like Bunga is not aware of how he is.
"Safe me, Flowers." Hema spoke softly.
"Safe! Be safe! Tau-tau suddenly there is a DM, how Hema, still good." Flowers seem jealous.
Is this the nature of women?
"It's good." Hema laughed amusedly by watching the tip of her cigarette.
Jessie was paid what Avanza didn't want, what's that expensive? Or did he not sell himself? Then, why was he impressed by slamming the price on me?
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