The Father Boy
ALA195'S CHAT. Benign
"Oh God, Dad. See that, the cake was****woman." Former red Ra pinch like former c*****n.
"Udah! Dad knows, later if biyung negur let Daddy clear." Dad pulled my t-shirt that I pulled up.
"So you're right, huh?! Watch out for you! Brother report to papa and mom!" I held up my index finger trying to threaten him.
"Abang! Ngaduan! The little boy's cake." Ra puts his shoulder out.
"Wildamah! I can't bear this all alone!" I rose from my position, I was afraid of being pinched again by Ra.
"Dad, don't keep arguing!" Dad pulled Ra's shoulder to face him.
"Yes, Dad." Ra looked back.
"You want to take a racing course in Banda Aceh?"
Huh huh? I just look at my father for support.
"Atlet like? I don't want to, Dad. I'm just a hobby, every once in a while." Ra shook his head repeatedly.
"It's clear that with Dad, I support you if you're being directed. Not in the fields, danger. At the circuit, at the training ground, it's okay once a week you go to Banda Aceh for training."
Heh? How anyway?!
"No, Dad. Seriously, every once in a while. Don't want to be routine once a week, I mind because I don't want routine." Ra looked at father's face, his eyes were plain pitying.
"Honest or totally forbidden." Dad pulled Ra's right hand and he held it.
As in lovers.
"Seriously, Dad. Cake make nyenengin heart only, because it feels more fun than riding a prick."
Forgive me, this innocent child's answer.
"Say me if you want to be on a whim, I'm anterin to the nearest circuit. It's here at the racing school circuit, borrow it for a while it's okay rather than in its place. I'm afraid you're okay, Dek." Dad scooped Ra's face.
"Don't challenge dong, Dad." Ra sighed.
"You stole a neighbor's mango, challenged it." Father pointed towards the settlement of the citizens.
"It's not like that, Dad. Dad, I'm confused myself." Ra tidied his unraveling hair.
Her hair was wet, black and thick. Ra's his face is like a biyung, but his veins judes like a father's. Beautiful, but not friendly. But he still knows the manners.
"Well, if you want a snack, same car entertainment, tell Dad. Dad's anterin to the nearest circuit later, okay? Keep going, please modify your own money. But can't join any community, can't join any association. Please express yourself, but confirm to Dad."
It's so good to be a father's son. If I were a father, I would water Ra with a bucket of water and lock him in the bathroom.
"But, Dad…." As if there was still something stuck in Ra's heart, his voice hung like a disappointment.
"There's no buts! I can accompany you anywhere. Where are you going? To workshop? I can accompany you, I will not give you an opinion about the part of the car that you want to change. The important thing is that it's pink, you like it you want it to be a car." Dad looks so tired.
"Dad be angry." Ra hugged dad's arm.
The spoiled daughter.
"No, Deck. I'm angry that you're hiding from me, I don't like being lied to. Dad's daughter should be obedient, Dad's son's cake." Dad kissed Ra's head long enough.
"Ahh, I don't want to get married. I want to be Dad, I want to be Dad's son. My college friend told me, she just got married and she was told to keep going with her husband. Just sit back, ask for a shower. Just fall down, tell him to grab a meal. Well, cringe right." Ra rubbed his face on dad's arm.
"Wouldn't want to get married? You're just not ready for that yet." Dad hugged Ra.
Ah, I just ran away. I don't want to look at this blue day, I'm too sensitive.
"Biyung, Biyung is beautiful." I blocked towards the biyung who was sitting alone in the living room.
I kissed my mother's most joyful cheek. Dad is good at finding a wife, already beautiful plus sholeh again.
"Sih, again online shopping." I just glanced at the phone I was playing on.
"For the memorization of the hadith, Bang. Shower gih, pray." Biyung didn't look at me one bit.
At this age, my mother still memorizes hadith? It's just amazing.
"Biyung, tomorrow cook the flower genjer anyway. There's a sense of wanting the cake." All the edible plants, our family had tried them.
Even the hyacinth I once ate it. The leaves of Javanese ginseng I often mix it with instant noodles, it happens to be in the flower pot of the magnificent house of grandmother and grandfather.
"Yes, cook it later. That expensive, Bang. In Java, there are also those who are traumatized eating because of the colonial period. It's expensive, cooked a little right." Biyung just turned to me.
"How much is it, Biyung? The bond is small, right?" The stem is long, the flowers are buds.
"It can be three to five times the price of a bundle of kale. Cooked is a little right if one tie, at most two spoons. Once cooked, Biyung use seven to ten ties. Count on eating chicken sealondong."
Ohh, for the size of green vegetables is expensive anyway. That doesn't count, so elite food.
"I'm changing it." I reached into my pants pocket.
"Does your father think you're broke?" Biyung brushed off the hundreds I gave him.
I chuckled, then put my money back in. "Biyung, I want to buy a car." I want to know my parents' response.
"Yes, the new one."
My bio doesn't comment much apparently.
"OK ready, Biyung. I take a shower, keep praying first." I kissed her cheek again, before fleeing to my room.
The room is full of memories, where Izza always lies with the fatigue of wrestling with daily activities. Ah, I miss you.
I was in my room too long, I was too swept away to send prayers and short surahs to Izza. Until Jessie came to teach, I hadn't had the chance to escape. Of course I understand I always go to avoid Jessie, even I never teach again.
"Bang Chandra's at home huh, Biyung?" Jessie's voice was clearly in front of my room.
"Yes, sleep the cake. From Ashar don't come out." Biyung is too plain as it is.
"Wow, look at Dong Biyung. Worrying about anything happens to Chandra bang."
Jessie's words made me cringe. I immediately pulled the prayer mat I was sitting on, I quickly hid under the blanket and covered my neck.
Chequek.
The door opened with me acting asleep. My heart is running a marathon.
"Well, is it sleeping?" The sound of Biyung's feet stepping in.
"Hmmm…." I pretended to squirm my body, as if distracted by the sound of biyung.
"It hurts?" Biyung touched my forehead.
"No, Biyung. Just tired." My eyes opened slowly and pretended to yawn.
"Ohh, don't forget dinner." Biyung turned back towards the door.
Damn it, Jessie was watching me from the wide open door.
"Sleep is there…..
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