The Father Boy
ALA284'S CHAT. Father's affection
"It hurts, Dad!!!" I tried to get my dad's cheque off my collar, then I pushed his body.
"Huh! Weak!" Dad grabbed the plastic chair and directly smashed it into my back.
It's crazy, my back until it feels spicy and sore. Because the chair broke and broke.
"You Want Dad?! Why am I fighting?! Want to get me to hell?! Want to teach me how to dare to old man?!" I'm high-sounding, because I feel father's drama is outrageous.
I am still strong to support my body, the pain that my father caused me was nothing.
"Moncong you!!!" My father pointed at me right in front of my face.
Dad swung his right hand, but I rushed to catch him and directly pushed him until he was locked on a varied wall of wood patterned with distinctive carvings.
"It hurts, Dad! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" I hugged Dad, locked him up so I couldn't hurt him anymore.
Dad chuckled a little, then hugged me warmly and rubbed my body. It was clear I was provoked by emotion, my eyes were even spicy. But I'm his son, and I feel guilty for telling him that he lied. However, it turns out that this is just a drama.
"Dad's afraid you can't do anything." Dad rubbed my head behind me.
"No way! It's just human!" My breath is like a buffalo.
"Oh yeah?" Dad took off his embrace, then framed my face.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah, what?! Nothin'in fight? Come on in the ring." It was my turn to block my father's collar.
"Ah, not fun! It's good on the street." Dad took off my checks so easily, then tidied up his collar and pushed me easily.
The problem is my father, can not fight also I can wrestle. I just didn't want him to be okay, then made a lot of his daughters cry over him and made his wife troubled. I want my father to be healthy and strong, without any pain. Moreover, I made it sick.
"Grandfather's house, still Daddy's confiscated. Hurry up and have children, your son will tell you to take the house. You don't envy your father or uncle, because they got massive fields. I refuse all the gifts, because I feel I'm not a real child, since the extended family of your grandfather told me that Dinda's eldest son was Ghifar. Not hurt, I'm just self-conscious. After all rich too, Dad from the beginning never expected a legacy. If you can, I want the treasure exchanged for your grandmother's age. Grandma you're too young to die, I still need her today." Dad sat in his big chair.
Dad's not cool. It made my emotions rise, now it makes my sadness appear.
"Grandma's stomach acid goes up, if you have to take care of her firstborn to this day." I walked towards my father.
Delikan sharp I get. Dad threw a paper fist at me.
"Sunga Dad wasn't you either! But from birth you are considered firstborn, while Key is not counted in KK. Grandchildren are expensive, grandchildren are expensive. Obviously, because you're a kid Cendol. You don't come out of her womb for the first time, you won't get this from your grandma and grandpa. You've been waiting for them for three years, I've been trying to get you there for that long. It is not important that the decision of the father who rejects the inheritance, it can be ignored. But about you, they can't tell. Biyung you're too much for them, they're harder on you than Dad. Not referring to your life, maybe Dad is still living outside and wasting money. It's bright, Bang. Grandma and grandpa, you haven't asked me to come home since I brought back the mine. You recognized their grandchildren, but Dad and Dad's behavior often made them angry. I'm older, uh I want to gather with my parents. Their kasian, their children are chaotic, no less complicated than Dad's behavior. Not because of return, but aware of the Father's siblings born from the womb of the greatest woman according to Father. Father's sisters are not Dinda's children, I don't want to be tired in such a way willing to sacrifice this."
"Dad disappointed, because it's not their firstborn." I looked up with my chin up with both hands.
I've been sitting in a chair, in front of dad.
"Yes how??? Why is a widow married? His widow would not return her son to her ex-husband, what is a father who seems wrong and troublesome? Not hurt, not disappointed, but already understand that being cleared is not good. From then on, until Dad had another daughter, Dad promised himself not to do such a thing. But Dad realized, they were too careless to carry each other's responsibilities. That's why, I trust one person first."
A stack of documents came from his drawer, then piled neatly on the table.
"Smuck me, Dad. Oh God…." I rubbed my face.
Plugs….
A lump of money, crash-landed on my chest. And then, lying on my dad's desk.
"For Nahda. If you're tired, give him. Tell me, you're my soul mate."
I laughed amusedly, while the one giving advice was even flat. I imagine how this mouth gel, saying such a romantic thing. Ever since marriage, I never even said I loved her.
"Your wife is reliable, she's the perfect partner."
Praise from my father makes me proud to have Nahda.
"You look at this one by one. You listen to me, you check periodically, when I'm in the middle of one endeavor. I don't rest Dad's people, but I want you to know the movement there." I crammed the documents.
O pursuers of education. Imagine me and all the precious complexities before these eyes. It's not school, or college that makes your life dizzy. But the files and the precision of the business man's steps, which made my head pulsate like a seed was about to come out.
Snack out of his snanck, sweet tea live dregs of tea. Eye drops are repeatedly given, so that the eyes do not feel spicy and dry. The wife sent me a picture of a male hunger loser, which I responded to with a pile of important documents. Not to mention the cigarette smoke and ashtrays that were almost full due to the ash from my cigarette.
My seeds, when out please do not stress and weak stamina to find the ovaries huh? Your father is betting his body, to cover all the obligations and responsibilities of loved ones.
I'm sure Dad won't marry again and live happily with his young wife, then leave my biyaku. But father just prepared everything, so that his time is called the Powerful, I am not surprised by this kind of routine.
He loves me, he's afraid his son can't do anything. He was afraid that his son was only used to open his mouth and enjoy food, without knowing the difficulty of finding money to buy food raw materials and process food.
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