The Father Boy
ALA194'S CHAT. Complain
"Why you?" Dad approached me who was enjoying the breeze on the porch of the house this afternoon.
After the Bunga house, I took a nap until the afternoon arrived. After waking up, I collected my life on the porch by enjoying the natural sweep of the wind.
"Marriage partner?" continued father later.
"Don't want to get married again, Dad." I haven't told you about Ra's problem, because my dad was sleeping when I got home from Bunga's place.
"Perhaps even Rukayah wants to marry, right?"
Dad started to bring out the candidates he had for me.
"SD Friends, don't want to. Judes' face is right, he's more beautiful than a smile." Every day he wore an oversize hoodie.
Similar to the style of a tomboy, he never wore a robe or skirt on a day of Eid or recitation as well. He wears black-framed glasses, in which his glasses are photocromic, which turn black when exposed to sunlight. He looks cool and authoritative with his hoodie and glasses, it deserves it but I like women who are feminine.
"Thus the man is disinclined by him, but he is kind to Dad. If it doesn't fit, how about Hani?"
One candidate was expelled again.
"Aisy Hayani's? Which house is behind mom's gallon shophouse? Your son is Dad?" He's a close man, a neighbor of the house.
"Yes, Eva's son is Dad's high school friend. As a thank you, Dad, because he was in court to be honest and open everything." Dad chuckles a little.
My time was made a wage.
"Kasian was a little girl." I'm issuing opinions.
"Small people, age is two years different from you. Little one, you used to play with him too. Find your reason!" Dad pulled out a killer glint.
Hani veiled, Islam is great. He was several times khatam of the Qur'an in the mosque, in the Salafi pesantren. I'm. Khatam Qur'an in the house is often, but in the mosque only twice. In the pesantren I used to worship the Qur'an every year, but I felt that his religion was better than mine. I'm less, I'm loath for him.
"He's veiled, Dad." I looked at my father's face from my place.
He was sitting leaning against each concrete terrace.
"Why indeed? That is each other's commitment. He also wears modern clothes. Abaya has a motif, has a color, not black."
Yes, it is, a modern veil. Not all black, like the veil in my childhood.
"Minder, loath, Dad." I stared at the ceiling.
"Father was also reluctant to be biyung, a graduate of pesantren. What dad? Prison graduate. Self-knowledge is important, but getting better is more important. If you are insecure, try to be better than before. As for the straightness of the female nature, she must be crooked too. Biyung many pluses, minus even more. Outsiders don't see it, outsiders know it's just fine. Same if you do not know Hani, if already one house was stiff heart also later. Diligent take care of the house, maybe not diligent in bed. Diligent worship, maybe not diligently take care of the husband. Great parenting, maybe it could not be great in interaction with in-laws. We do not know how, if we do not know and have not become a family. Well that's it, then you are in charge of educating, straighten slowly so as not to break. You've been well educated Izza, maybe your duty now is not another educated right?" Dad could have been advising.
"Don't tell me your taste is Jessie?!"
I looked quickly at Dad. "Not really, just disturbs concentration. If you can handle Ra, I'm fine to be temporarily evacuated. If I suddenly marry this girl, I'm afraid Jessie will stay hooked, or even be the third person." I tried to shift the subject.
Actually, I don't want to get married anymore. The car has no, the house is given, at least my efforts should go up first. New people are ready to plant, there has been no results and development.
"Ra why?" Dad lowered his voice.
"Ra modified that car." I pointed at that pink hello kitty car.
"He's racing cars in the fields" I continued later.
"RAAAA! CAERAS!" I screamed my father off by looking towards the new house that was meant for me. However, it was occupied by Ra in order not to be empty.
"Yes, Dad," said that.
"HURRY YOU!" Dad's voice was so blaring.
At the end of the right row of houses, there is a daughter-in-law who is sweeping the terrace. His wife Zio grew up, before he finally busied himself again.
He always comes in time to fold clothes after praying Isya. The next morning he continued to sell iced tea in front of the campus, until the afternoon. Zio took a job as a travel driver his own business, he is now in college only on Saturday-Sunday only. His mind was developing, as he had the responsibility of making a living.
His presence through a bad way, does not mean he became a bad man as well. His life is straight, thanks to the care of a young man and the upbringing of a cruel father. Yeah cruel sometimes, because yeah you guys know for yourself.
His wife Zio was quite close to Biyung, but looked disinclined at father. However, he was so respectful and polite to my father.
"I'm changing clothes, Dad." The sound of the door opening, followed by Ra's appearance in a towel.
"Here you!" Dad patted the place next to him.
"What the hell, Dad?" Ra stepped in a hurry.
Female, tall big. Is it because you're tall? But the other daughter is not as big as she is.
"Are you interested in the world of cars? Like racing?" The gentle question of father is not accompanied by a father's gaze that is so sad.
Ra immediately glared at me. "Abang!!!" He attacked me with a pinch of his hand.
"Awas aja yes, Abang ngaduan. If I know how you're breaking up, I'll report it to Dad!" Threaten it in the middle of my hand.
"Dad, that's his son!" I tried to ask my father for help, so spicy Ra's pinch on my stomach and chest.
"Here's Ra!" Dad pulled Ra's hand.
Until the towel on Ra's head came off, because the attack was brutal.
"The banging of nyebelin is right! Going without a wife, recokin I keep going!"
In that instant, I saw my father pinch Ra's mouth. Dad's never been like this before, his mouth's the usual frenzy.
"He doesn't want no wife, Ra! If you make people drop, don't be a nudge of things that are out of his will. You'd better nudge him with his attitude, so he can change for the better! That's big, geez! Mouth has no filter." Dad scolded Ra in front of me.
Ra was immediately bowed with pursed lips. Dad also did not realize apparently if his mouth was rough, sometimes there is no filter as well. This afternoon I was angry because my father's mouth was frontal to Bunga.
"No, Dad!"
The queen drama too, Ra is just as whiny. This is what makes it so hard to leave my sisters, how about them if I go to Singapore?
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