The Father Boy
ALA221. The repeated occurrence
"Young, Biyung…. Papa passed out at home." I was bored half dead.
Running and panicking are quite draining.
"Huh? At Mama's house?" Mama Aca stood up and hurried away.
"Yes." Yeah." I nodded quickly.
"Mas…. That's Ghifar fainting, quick, Mas!" Biyung immediately exclaimed freely, by entering the house.
Well, how should I? I don't know, the important thing is to wear clothes first. The tip of my chest that was as small as this mole was goosebumps of sweat and wind sweeps.
"Where?" Dad ran outside, while I was wearing clothes while walking.
"Say at home." Biyung appears from inside the house, he follows dad at a quick pace.
"Come on, Biyung." I let him get out of the house first, then I closed the door.
Sleepiness and tiredness are gone. My energy was like being burned with a big flame, in the rest of the breakfast at the airport.
Me and Biyung ran small, until finally reached the top floor of the house of papa Ghifar with a state of ngos-nangosan and severe. Papa Ghifar woke up and stared at the ceiling. His gaze was blank, though his wife kept wiping her cheeks and said that she was beside him.
Papa Ghifar's eyes were so red, he closed them. His eyes opened again with the wet end of his eyes, his face was instantly flushed red and he rubbed his nose.
"It turns out this is how it feels to be papah." His voice instantly lost due to his repeated breaths.
Papa Ghifar.
"Where does that mean? Look at me, Pa." Mama Aca faced her husband to see his face.
"Drink, Pa." Kaf showed up with a glass of water.
Apparently, he just came from the kitchen.
Papa Ghifar shook his head, then he glanced at the father sitting by his feet.
"You have Ghifar, Bang. I have Kin."
Ambiguously, I don't understand what Papa Ghifar said to me. Dad was quiet, dad patted the top of papa Ghifar's knee quietly. His breathing was heavy, then he turned towards me.
What's the matter? How did papa Ghifar look at me? What wrong?
"What's wrong?" I was clearly confused to be taken seriously and so deeply into this.
"I just realized, when there was a sound of door hinges being pulled papah. I pray first, Bang. I'm sorry, I beg pardon to the parents. Why come down to my daughter? I didn't mess with girls back then, Bang." Papa Ghifar looked at father again in a raucous and unstable voice.
"Don't know, Far." Dad ducked down and hugged his sister who was still limp on the sofa.
"What's up, Mom?" Biyung approached the father, biyung rubbed the father's back.
Mama Aca shifted her position, because there are biyung who tried to disturb the novelty. I saw my father turn towards Biyung, then he re-enforced his back to release his embrace on his sister.
"You got a sick head? Your body is sick? Need scan? Brother befriend." Dad looked at Papa Ghifar again, his smile was quite menangankan.
"Take me to Kin's place, Bang." Papa Ghifar tries to sit down.
"Huh? Want to dig and collapse yourself? Sure you don't need your brother's help?" His panic expression was natural.
What does biyung mean?
"You think, Cendol?!? When Ghifar wants to make his own grave, continue to fall face to the right, continue to close the board itself so?!" Dad let out a firm voice from his throat.
Aye? Aye? Aye? How dark?
"You want what, Pa? Just make me, don't make me a widow die again cake first." Mama Aca instantly melow.
"Fear, Mas. What the hell is it? Kin call Ghifar? Where's where?" It could be sitting on my father's lap.
Me, Nahda and Kaf throw one another a glance. Honestly, I'm confused right now. What the hell is going on?
"Oh, Cendol!" Dad woke up, immediately biyung directly down from the lap of the father.
"Ouch…." Kaf gave Nahda a glass of water. Then he went down the stairs quickly.
"Where is Brother Hifzah?" ask Kaf who sounded by me.
Nahda and I looked at each other, but Nahda finally chose to drink the water. Somewhat absurdly so this child, I held back my own laughter.
"Papa's Love, Deck. Duh, geez." Mama Aca patted her own eel and shook her head.
"Ehh." Nahda covered and offered the glass that was half that.
Forgive me!
"Here, Deck." Papa Ghifar received the glass, then pulled Nahda's hand.
Dad and Biyung shifted, so there was a way for Nahda to pass by and sit near papa Ghifar.
"Why, Pa?" Nahda looked at everyone, then ended up looking at her father's face.
Very clear if Nahda is confused now.
"Do you like Bang Chandra?" Papa Ghifar was still holding the hand of Nahda he pulled.
Nahda. "Eummm, I love it. What does that mean, Pa?"
Where does papa Ghifar's question go? If I just think, I will answer like it with Nahda. But this love question, conical to what relationship? I'm afraid he's coming to a conclusion.
"That's it, Bang." Papa looked up at the father who was embracing the biyung.
Aih, it turns out that my biyung mouth was smothered by the hand of the father dangling from the shoulder of the biyung.
"So the man was on it, Bang. Where not to wear clothes anymore, Nahda skirts open," said papa Ghifar who made me understand.
"Wait, wait! The cake misunderstood, Dad." I took one step forward, intending to explain this immediately.
"Shtttt.t…." Dad hinted at his index finger to keep me quiet.
Hey, where is my right to speak?
"You okay, Dek?" Mama Aca sat down near Nahda, then she rubbed Nahda's shoulder.
Hey, they think Nahda was the victim and I did it?
"What's wrong, Ma?" Nahda's reaction remained the same, she looked confused.
God, give me a chance to explain this error.
"Yes, my brother is responsible. How'd it want? Chandra's representative brother apologized profusely." Dad took one step forward, keeping the biyung.
For which of my mistakes, until I apologize?
"Bag!!!" Biyung threw out the hand of the father who covered his mouth with annoyance, so he stared intently at the father with a flash of anger.
"Sorry, Canda. You don't talk, you talk at home." Father glanced at the glance, he still embraced the biyung and rubbed the shoulders of the biyung.
"Yes, just go ahead. Fear inside," what kind of babble is this coming out of the mouth of Mama Aca.
"What happened?!" I insist on the equivalent of a motorbike going up to the sitinjau climb.
"Hey, Chandra!" Dad glared sharply at me.
All pairs of eyes were watching me, I thought they were shocked to hear my rising voice. But they're my family, they shouldn't have seen me strangely hearing my high voice.
"What are you doing inside out, Dek?" Mama Aca like to provide mental support, by continuing to rub the shoulders or arms of her child.
"When? It was inside." Nahda pointed to her room whose door was wide open.
It wasn't wrong, I was in the room. But mama Aca's point is…. Come on, I want to cry just echo the taste.
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