The Father Boy
ALA279'S CHAT. Full service
"Not yet, dear?" I give you a drink that advertises to banish cholesterol.
Nahda receives. He was bearded by opening the cover of the drink I gave. "Message at home, just one serving. Brother don't need to be loved, it's usual to eat good every day."
I giggled to myself.
"Like dong." I pulled back the menu book.
Nahda continued to gnaw on her unfinished order lobster.
I don't know if he remembers not telling stories. I'm afraid he's sleepy, having been full of eating a lot like this.
"Bang, maybe you want to give me a gift later. My foot's number four two, yeah, Bang." He blinked his eyes flirtatious.
"Gift." I laughed faintly.
"Yes dong, it's done. I really want to ask for taper heels, worn right in the same room Brother." He raised his eyebrows.
Moreover, is this his fantasy?
"What's finished, Deck?" I thought it was about the food.
"Togs done." He is styled like Upin Ipin who has completed a mission to become a detective.
"Udah mopping hand wash, let's be nice to talk." Because the sentence is delayed continues in between the chews.
Mama Aca, look at your son getting bongsor with me. But he's not fat, he's just nervous. He is sensitive said to be excessive fat, he feels himself thin lean.
"Order first, crab again." Nahda pointed at the menu book with her chin.
"okay." I called the waiter and started to mention what Nahda wanted.
I ordered two portions of crab. Big enough, but the shell is no less big. Orders were prepared immediately, said the waiter, while Nahda was washing hands after finishing the event the rest of the side dish.
He sat back down, took some tissue he rubbed into his mouth. He took the mineral water, gulped it down and put it back.
"Alhamdulillah, full." His smile was wide and he looked happy.
"Alhamdulillah." I returned his smile.
"That's right, Deh." All four of them he poked my chin.
"What the hell, Dek? If it's an artist, who does it look like?" I'm just kidding.
"Mikkos." Nahda blushes.
I was being made an object.
"Who's Mikko?" I don't know the name of the artist.
"Same song cover musicians selebgram. It was played on TV in a place of ulakan, really handsome he is brother. He was young, still nineteen. Well, the mature version according to me. More contained also his body if Brother anyway."
He praised me, but his red face smiled in embarrassment. There's-there's this model of my wife.
"Oh yeah? What's Mikko's long name?" I tried to serve him.
"Mohamad Cahyo Jatmiko," Nahda explained later.
I'm a beard, I just smiled broadly. I don't know who that man is, I just pretend to understand it already.
"Sok a story." I was chin-backed watching his face that still looked blushed.
"Nothing, it's done." He snapped his finger.
Aihs.
"Well, what's done, Deck? What's it?" I'm a little stiff.
Huftttt, emotions.
"The thing is, handsome brother." Nahda got up from her seat, she moved beside me.
I told you, he's full and he must be sleepy. He was already ngusel on my arm, he even pulled my hand to embrace it.
"Yes how? How are you done?" I rubbed his head against the hijab.
"I have the evidence. The man's cake weakness women deh, because the bang Dana immediately open all. He said…. Teak is a bit young too, if it has been sprayed it is the same. I told you, I'm just starting a business so I need someone for arahin. Yeah, he's a spirit, Bang. He thought, I wish I could be close to me too." Nahda chuckled small.
That means my initial guess is correct.
"Have you recorded?" tanyaku later.
"Udah, Bang. I sent it to om Vendra as well, because om Vendra asked to be studied first."
Smart wife. He did not ask much about the steps, but really immediately sat the set.
"How else?" askaku.
"Yes, at home, look at the recording. Next, we call Mr Susanto his name? I remember there's To that's his name." Nahda evaporates wide.
"Yes, Deck. When are you going there?" I'll support him who wants to sat that set.
"Take this off, Bang. Sok call the guy first, isn't this town guy, right?" Nahda got up from her seat. "I'm gonna wash my face, Bang." He walked away from our table.
Okay, if that's the next step. I copied the contact, then contacted the name of Mr. Susanto.
Apparently, Mr. Susanto already kept my number. He said he was waiting for me to contact him. I think he gave her my phone number. Or it could be, father has already told the subject.
Not much conversation, Mr. Susanto immediately asked to be sent a travel or invitation that brought him here. Not a big PR, because I did it as soon as the phone call was cut off.
Nahda came back, she seemed to have washed her face.
"Udah, Bang?" It evaporates back.
"Udah, Deck. The guy's going to the house, we'll just wait at home." I was waiting for my unfinished order.
"Most stay up this late, so sleepy keep." Nahda sat back next to me.
The problem is, he is easily sleepy when he is full. Maybe that's what makes him nervous.
"The power is to have a party in the room" I said softly.
"Pengenu tau well, I'm fully serviced. It's tired of disguising yourself as a veiled woman, Bang." He patted my arm.
Wow, full service he said.
"Yes come on, go home instantly serviced. The house is still empty." I saw the waiter carrying my wrapped order.
"Come, come. My spirit is about this." He chuckles amusedly.
Basic, Mama Aca's son. Hopefully my stamina is okay, even in this troublesome state.
"Will you pay first?" I received an order delivered to our table.
"Go to the cashier, Mom." The waiter pointed to the cashier's place politely.
I'm nodding. "Okay ready, thank you?" I rise soon.
Nahda immediately improved, she took her bag and her glasses were still lying on the table. I just found out, his eyes are having problems. His right eye minus half, his left eye minus a quarter. He is actually required to always use glasses, but he uses them when in class, he said.
I'm afraid her eyes were affected during her pregnancy. Because I once read, someone who has problems with his eyes will be delivered cesarean. But I don't know for sure what the minus limit is, which is a rule like that.
"Two million three hundred and fifty, Mas."
Steadily.
"Just be a debit." I'm handing my card.
Nahda grinned the horse, she kept pulling on me. He thought I'd be mad if I paid for that much food?
Every once in a while, it's okay. Nahda wants an expensive restaurant too, I've only done this once.
I have never eaten in such an expensive place as the artists, who have spent tens of millions on a single meal. Because from my childhood, I was taught to eat basil picked in the yard of the house.
Funny indeed.
Not because I was afraid of having to spend money on food, but my family, especially my father, liked to eat vegetables and simple food. Eating well like this is okay, but only occasionally.
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