The Father Boy
ALA249'S CHAT. Instructions for father-in-law
"Key spinach make tuh, Dek." My wife really orders food with the biyung.
"okay." Just an answer, without him looking at me at all. Because he was already beside the biyung, already engrossed with the food menu in his phone.
"Again out? Lunch will be home." I intend to leave the living room full of drama.
I need to have meaningful activities.
"Yes, Bang. Ati-ati."
He didn't ask me where I was going and I was going to do anything, he wasn't fussy and didn't ask me much about it.
"Ask for a screenshot from your uncle, Bang," asked Dad, when I just got out of the house.
"Just got home from that guy." I paused for a moment and ruffled my waist.
"Yes, call me!" His tone was high.
"Yes, Dad." I stepped down the steps of the terrace, playing my phone.
After I spoke to Uncle Gavin on the phone, I immediately sat down next to the father who was focusing on directing Hadi. I don't know what the son-in-law needs, because I haven't been listening clearly.
"Let's come with Dad." Dad patted me on the shoulder.
I nodded reflexively. "Yes, Dad." I'm looking for safety, many questions will be sprayed again with a snapshot.
"But, Dad. Can I be consistent? Sometimes there's an unexpected rush, a leaky fridge cake, a broken washing machine, or a fussy Dayyan." Hadi kept his head down, indicating how he was not confident.
"The machine is automatic, you just need to monitor. Why don't you, just like Dad said bring the housekeeper from here? Later, it'll be easy for me to find more ART." Daddy's like anxious to chew Hadi.
Aye? Hadi's tone dared to go up. If I had been so to Dad, you'd have served me even harder.
"If you're not frank, what father knows. Dad used to guarantee Ceysa every month, so the idea was pretty good." He said clearly and slowly.
"Ceysa's money is in Ceysa, Hadi is ashamed to ask him for a cigarette."
Ohh, understand me. Hadi worked for his own purposes, his term for cigarettes and gasoline.
"And you rationed your ashes, right? So, the money you made was an ice cube courier for your own poya-foya?" Dad's question is a little piercing.
Evidently, from Hadi who immediately poked. "No, Dad. For cigarettes, gasoline, if snacks outside, Ceysa never out of money. Ceysa clothes, Dayyan clothes, once a month for sure I bought them. The sensation he bought himself, just as I love it is different, Ceysa is happy to get a gift from me, even if only a suit for everyday wear. I want to take a moment of thanks from him, every time I can please him a little. I know she can afford it with ration money from Dad, but I'm her husband who has an obligation to provide for her. I'm reasonable, Dad. I'm calm." Emotions explode.
"Why do you have to be arrogant to refuse money from your ashes?!" This father could not fool his daughter-in-law.
"Because I'm a man, Dad. How long do I have to keep getting bribed???" A son-in-law who is valiant, courageous and transcending boundaries.
Not only has he been robbed by father.
Dad was silent, looking straight ahead and catching his breath. It is like remembering something from the past.
"You know what, Di? Dad once acted to you, feeling male, feeling obligated to meet the needs of his wife, but three years father was in vain. Tired of energy, just enough to eat. If indeed we are self-aware, we do not produce, or can not be stronger in the future, yes better ask for help parents. Not for debt money, but ask for direction and borrow capital. Why minjam, not ask? Once parents are able to give capital, but at least you have to remember the services of parents if the language is borrowed. You have good ethics to repay, pay off debts recorded could be your alms, because parents have mengikhlaskan money you borrow. The point is, you will always remember the role of parents if you use parental intervention. Let's not go up your chin to the old man, when you're rich. Because there's a language, rich old man, you're king. You're rich, old man's a housekeeper. So, when do you want to be an ice cube courier? Dad directed, because he spent three years tired of being a laborer. Descendants of the rich, so laborers. Not because of the prestige, but indirectly we humiliate the parents, because why can't we go forward like them? Outsiders think, parents who are stingy, stingy capital, or even do not want to compete with their children. Parents are hard-hearted to raise us, they're happy to see us move forward. You don't think of your ego, male ego and male self-esteem. Think about your future, your son, your wife. You don't want to buy a perfume whose fragrance is out of date when you're walking? You don't want every day to give your wife a gift, so she can say thank you every day? You don't want to know how excited your son was when you brought him to play car bombs? Schoolboy, the bigger your living expenses. Son already understand, your wife interest grooming and care again. Don't target your income to ten million or twenty million, you should be proud that you can meet the needs of the household, without running out of money at the end of the month. On the fifteenth, your wife is complaining about the money, don't ask to buy anything. While you know the packages come every day, your household items are a lot of new, the food stock in the refrigerator is full, meaning you know where the money runs out. Except, no stuff, no food, no courier package never stopped by, yeah you need to ask me gently where the money you love is going. I want to help, I want you to be frank, because I feel three years so the laborer is tired. While our parents are capable of driving us, our capital, so there is no need for you to elevate your ego. Parents won't trample on your self-esteem. I gave rations to Ceysa, because Ceysa's Dad's son. Besides she's your wife, she's Dad's son. I don't want dong, Daddy's daughter is starving. Well, the logic is so about rations. You're her husband, you haven't made it, I don't mind you eating that ration in Ceysa's hands. What's so bad about your in-laws, Di?!" Dad patted Hadi's shoulder, as long as dad explained.
"Ask your ashes, he also fumed himself tired of being a laborer. Not bragging, but who would try to help him if not his in-laws? Her parents? Masyik, abusyik you that? Uncle and aunt you? Or your pakwa and makwa? Hey, they're asking for routine shodaqoh and family line work instead. If your father is still a laborer, he won't buy Fortuner. Will not be his house like a palace, can hire people, can shodaqoh at any time. Father's cake laborers of that time, your ashes of that time, were paid only about seventy thousand. So you just imagine, if ten years later you're still in the same position? It's not my intention to excommunicate the lower society, or the laborers. Yes at least they work, meet the needs of the family, although not rich. But it's about you, not about the wider community. You made me an object, reflecting on my experience." Dad's eyes turned red, I'm sure the tension went up by a quarter.
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