The Father Boy
ALA272'S CHAT. Father's mandate
"You got the cake on your husband's pellet, Dek." Papa Ghifar covered his face with his t-shirt that he had taken off.
We just got home.
"My husband is handsome right, Pa. When he's a sport, he's getting more dashing." Nahda grabbed my neck back.
"Digested every day anyway, dashing to say it." Papa Ghifar seems embarrassed to see his son who just nyosor.
Surely he just found out.
"Yes dong." Once again, Nahda peeped at me
"Feed it first, Pa." I let go of Nahda's friendly embrace.
"Yes, wait a little cool." Papa Ghifar pulled his shirt off his face.
"We never eat a plate together, Bang. Said Biyung, it used to be our family tradition after the agreement to eat a plate of both." Nahda unwrapped the meatballs in my bowl.
"Adek ate a plate alone, sometimes nyomot had a brother too. Yes, when full, if together." I glanced at.
Thankfully, he was eating. Fatigued by work, never waste food because it must be exhausted every day.
"Two packs, let's make one, Bang." Nahda put my meatball bowl in front of me, then she reopened it for herself.
"Don't fit the bowl, Adek Nahda." I just sniff my chest.
Papa Ghifar covered his mouth laughing amusedly.
"What I like is that, Pa. To his wife there is no sweetness. Adek Nahda, Adek Nahda," he told papa Ghifar.
Is this how he went to his parents? Quickly, I often get scolded.
"Because you call 'you', you say. Being called 'adek Nahda', you also ngadu. Try to imagine being a biyung, called 'you' it every day. Learn, Deck. A little bit, don't be pitted against all. Can complain to Papa, to mama, if your brother hit, KDRT, harass with his mouth, physically insult you." Papa Ghifar sat down and took the spoon that rolled not far from his meatball bowl.
"Like chest nyomot suddenly, like sudden back part sagging, what is it including KDRT? That's every day, Pa. Nyapa in the kitchen, good morning. Ehh, his hand while r****part behind me."
Allahu Akbar, where is the hiding place?
"Keach, all husbands are. If my husband doesn't, that's a question mark. Suppose s**s aren't in the cake's place at the dump, you can complain too." Papa Ghifar was seen casually hearing his son's babble, by stirring his meatball.
The demand is simple, just meatballs. Not asking me to change Nahda's and her ticket, which brought Nahda here.
"S**s in that car, Pa? Oh, my God, Bang Chandra was ayakin, Pa."
Teepok.
I just looked down, I felt so ashamed.
"Nothing, free. Just do not get caught by people, later can be embarrassed and suspected partners are not halal. That's not where it is, that's the cake in your dump. That can't be, the risk of getting the disease is big, other than it can't be in religion." Papa Ghifar explained casually.
Shame on me.
Nahda mangosteen, he has started eating meatballs. I still have trouble swallowing, ashamed of that mouth.
"Udah, Bang. Eat it, relax." Papa Ghifar was watching me.
"Yes, Pa." I took the rest of the spoons that were not taken by them.
"Maclum, it's still true. Arahin really, if you go crazy, must be his security."
I got advice at last.
"Yes, Pa." I nodded my head faintly.
We continued to eat in silence. Several times Nahda back and forth, to take drinking water and glasses. Not only does he take care of me, he can take care of Papa Ghifar too.
He was very tired on the way. After Maghrib, he fell asleep on my lap. I'm still checking the reports, looking at the company statistics in Singapore. Papa Ghifar was still in the room, he just prayed Maghrib because he just woke up during the Maghrib Adhan.
"Sholat hasn't, Bang?" Papa Ghifar brought a pillow.
"Udah, Pa." I received a pillow from him.
"Here Papa help, let's be comfortable Nahda sleep no neck pain." Papa Ghifar helped prop Nahda's head up with a pillow I slipped from underneath.
Papa Ghifar is very dear to Nahda.
"Thank you, Pa," I said as Nahda managed to move onto the pillow.
"Papa's got some list of addresses and files for your father's custody. Your father is still in Kalimantan, so you help find him. Crazy, dad you're patient enough to get you to find the file. Papa was really tight to look at it, makian tuh it feels already at the tip of the tongue horrified your father's instructions that are not understood so biyung you until repeatedly that." Papa Ghifar walked towards a sizable tote bag.
It was Nahda's clothes, I saw Nahda take her things from there.
"If you don't want to say anything, who else will you do? Let's just say, biyung still my mainstay if at home there's no one." I chuckled small.
"Rubber, Bang. Sometimes there is gratitude, fortunately not be the same biyung you. If it were so, our household would continue to fuss. Patience Papa, if the sentence is repeated continue yes high level emotions as well." Papa Ghifar carried several maps of the bag.
I'm laughing a little. "Maybe it's not her soul mate."
This is why my father was lazy to be friends with my father Ghifar. Biyung and Papa Ghifar are ex-girlfriends.
"Maybe too. But according to Papa, the soul mate is cultivated times. Mama Aca used to be a topnotch effort, Papa who passed the hands of parents continues." Papa Ghifar chuckled lightly.
He was his eldest grandfather.
"Why go through the parents?" I put my laptop aside, then noticed the map lined up by papa Ghifar.
"Papa tuh the model, if the effort but failed, yes it is so. But feel responsible, so there is an ego that must be fulfilled. It's not good to just be quiet, but his ego is very high. So yes parents help, because it must feel that their children are different." Papa Ghifar held out the topmost map.
I feel like there's a slight resemblance to papa Ghifar.
"This is it, Bang. It's a teak address, it's a mahogany address. Papa scribbled a little, let's miss the problem." Papa Ghifar pointed at the top and bottom of the map.
"Why am I given that address? I got the address." I read the address.
There are many address lists in the map.
"Tuh, huh? There is evidence of what it is. Dad you're sure, the cake you need this. Let Chandra do what he says, Dad you want to know it's all right." Papa Ghifar looked at me.
Lah, how do you know it's done? If I take the wrong step how?
"You watch this." Papa Ghifar took the second map.
I nodded and focused on looking at that 10000 seal-sealed sheet.
"This is a copy of your father's cooperation agreement. You understand the points of the agreement, if he is in violation, you take the evidence, you keep coming to Susanto. This is Mr. Susanto's address, call and make an appointment before you meet." Papa picked up the second sheet.
"Susanto sir, your father's notary who takes care of all documents and business agreements in Java Island. He's Surabaya, so why should you call and make an appointment first. When he forgets your father's name, because he's old. Explain that you are a descendant of Dinda's grandmother, explain that you are the granddaughter of Dinda's eldest daughter. He is alive, he may be sixty-two now he said. But it's still fresh and still holding on to his duties." Papa Ghifar pointed to the full address and telephone contact of Mr. Susanto on the second page.
"Yes, Pa. What else is my father's mandate?" Actually I don't know where to go first.
Why is it all prepared for my needs here? Why is it not enough to just report to dad?
"Yes, take the evidence, not just your own opinion. Amit-amit, but for example if Nahda cheated on him. You take a picture of him and his mistress again both ways, you look for evidence that indeed they are in a relationship, you look for also the origin of their closeness. For example, understand?" Papa Ghifar looked at me so seriously.
Okay, I got it. I nodded, indicating that I understood all the words that papa Ghifar had spoken.
"Your father has a big reward for you, so the spirit is for Papa's son?" Papa Ghifar suddenly smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
Haah, at least just 'thank you'. I was happy, that was enough to reward my work. But so papa, all the passion for Nahda again.
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