The Father Boy
ALA26S. Corner Hadi
"Have your son slept, Dek?" Givan approached Ceysa who was in his room.
"Yes sleep, Dad. On the plane it was the same as Hadi." Ceysa patted the thigh of her son who was asleep on the bed owned by his parents.
"Yes, come out here. The door of his room was opened, so that the sound of his crying could be heard." Givan chose the living room, which was closer to his room.
"Yes, Dad." Ceysa placed several pillows near her baby.
They were all gathered in the living room, they looked at each other waiting for Givan to open his voice. Givan was still cradling and filtering his words, he was worried that his words hurt his son.
He sighed, then grabbed Ceysa sitting beside him. "A strong Daeng boy?" Givan rubbed Ceysa's head.
"But tired, Dad." Ceysa sobbed, remembering her struggle yesterday. Only her brother, who became her encouragement. Only its content, which makes it survive to keep it strong.
"You're a normal lahir?" Givan pressed his eyelids, he was so unacceptable with this situation.
"Big, Dad. Three days I'm waiting for the opening, induced no progress." Ceysa recalled her hardship while giving birth to Hadi's child.
"Geez, son." The shrill voice of Givan is heard. She hugged Ceysa tightly, so that her tears would not be visible to others.
"The wound's new, Dad. Today is the eleventh day of his time. When he came home, he was only seven days from the time he was raised" Chandra explained later.
"You coming home, Dek?" Givan framed his son's face.
"Dad gets angry." Ceysa wiped her tears.
"Because you're not coming home, Dek. I didn't know you were post-cesarean. What are your wounds now?" Givan took his hand off his son's jaw.
"Good, Dad. It still hurts sometimes." Ceysa groped her stomach.
"Later to check, huh?" Givan gulped his saliva, trying to neutralize his pitiful-sounding voice.
He felt disrespectful, if it looked so whiny like this. He only felt so hurt, when the fate of his son was not lucky plus full of struggle. Not to mention his granddaughter was born outside of marriage. He tried to get his children married quickly, so as not to happen things like this.
"Yes, Dad." Ceysa nodded and bowed.
Givan turned to his room, to see the condition of his grandson. He saw the face of the baby from a distance, the baby was sleeping soundly on his bed.
"So Dayyan's only eleven days?" ask Canda later.
Chandra nodded. "Yes, Biyung. Banging her body, little cake Hadi." Chandra glanced at his future sister-in-law.
"Grandfather Adi loh, bantet-bantet that." Givan sneered withholding his laughter.
"I'm tall, Bang." Hadi defended himself.
"Yes now, because the school is on foot." Chandra chuckles amusedly mocking Hadi back.
"Are you not the same?!" Giska does not accept, her son is being bullied continuously.
"Not." His laughter was so satisfied.
"Now gini, Di. Can you take responsibility for Ceysa and Adib? I don't mean you should marry me…." Givan had not finished his speech, but was immediately interrupted by Hadi's speech.
"Make it now, Dad." It looks so pushy.
"Dad you mean, can you feed them?" Zuhdi made his point clear.
Hadi looked at his father. "So we can work with Ceysa, ma'am."
"In, these weren't homes when you were little with the tent I made, '" Keith later said.
Givan pointed at Keith. "After this, I want to have a conversation with you."
Keith nodded. "Ready."
"Did you ever see the big Dayyan without a father? See Ceysa raise her child without her husband?" It was not Hadi's intention to oppose, just that he wanted the old man to understand their situation.
"What's really going on?" Givan starts to corner Hadi.
"What do you mean, Dad?" Hadi blinked tightly.
"Honestly, here are all adults. Everyone must be wise and understand the story from you. You're being honest, let me accept. To be honest, you've been doing it all the time with Ceysa? I thought, you always play doctor and finally mature." Givan said slowly, so that his son would not be offended.
"Where there is, Dad. I'm here, Ceysa in Singapore. I can't possibly transfer touch, keep Ceysa downloading my touch there." Hadi looked tense as he started to be cornered.
"And you've been there a couple of times." Givan continued to observe Hadi's gurgle.
"Yes! But there's nothing I'm so Ceysa, Dad." Hadi doesn't like to be accused like this.
"The man was as unassuming and innocent as he seemed, Di. I know that you're a normal man, too." Givan intimidated Hadi.
"Iya, Yah. Betul." Ceysa menambahi, karena ia suka melihat ekspresi tertekan Hadi.
He also held his laughter, in cornering Hadi. Moreover, when Hadi put on an expression of disbelief in Ceysa's words.
"Ceysa knows for herself? Don't do it, yeah." It was because Ceysa didn't believe it.
"Kan Hadi many times." Ceysa and Hadi were like children arguing.
Hadi scooped his face, he did not feel good himself for hearing Ceysa's frontal speech. He wanted to explain was difficult, because he was confused to describe the feeling he felt at that time.
"That right?" Givan squinted his eyes at Hadi.
Hadi. "Well, it feels like that dream cake. But the sultry right, the dream cake fitting again sore fever. Sweat me everywhere."
Givan begins to understand the picture of Hadi. "Continue?" ask her with a focus on Hadi.
"Dizziness, itching on the surface of the skin. So the cake got the tick, the itch is not clear where the point is," Hadi added later.
Givan nodded. He began to understand, which direction Hadi felt at that time.
"Do you have no power to refuse? Can't you bear it? Didn't you get a fight from Ceysa?" Thoughts of his son, Givan thinks that his son also enjoys Hadi's touch.
"I have a scratch on my chest, on my ribs, on my shoulder tomorrow. That dream cake, Dad. This body cake sat-set is to do something." Hadi is trying to convey that he is between conscious and unconscious.
"You know it's Ceysa, right? Why don't you have Ceysa tomorrow, or come to Dad for accountability for what you did to Ceysa?" Givan cornered Hadi.
"No…." Hadi circulated his gaze to several people in turn. "I don't know who my opponent was at the time. Early in the morning waking up, it is not clear these clothes. All body aches, sore pee, some body aches due to wounds. Not to mention the head of the pengent, the spicy eyes of the puyeng," he admitted later.
"Who? Can't you be literate?" Givan once felt drunk and had felt the heat of a stimulant when he spread his wildness with his biological mother Key.
"Mad is also dark. The dim flash of light crazed against the wall, even the glare of my eyes. So it's just a crumb."
Givan concluded that the lights were deliberately turned off. He turned to his son, a conscious victim who now suspected Givan that his son was not as innocent as he seemed.
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