The Father Boy
ALA298'S CHAT. Father son (finished)
It was time for the happy day of Flowers and Hema. However, along with my disappointing time for the first time when Nahda tried a pregnancy test kit. May I ask that the fetus in the womb of the flower be deposited into the womb of my wife?
I'm lying, if I'm not going to be excited to have a child just like Izza used to be. In fact, I was so excited to give her a pregnancy test this morning even though the results were not as I expected.
"Bang, this is my Mom." Syuhada came to me with a woman of the same age, at the simple reception of the wedding of Flowers and Hema in the yard of my grandmother and grandfather's house.
"Oh, yeah…." I kissed the hands of the mother of the martyr. "Greetings, Mom. I'm Chandra, Caera's brother."
Martyrdom has been rebuked and I give a warning, so that he does not disturb Ra on campus. If you do have a taste with Ra, take care of him and do not interfere with his education. I also gave him justice to fight for Ra's heart, by giving him permission to visit on holidays without taking Ra.
Just as the Martyr was so happy, he seemed excitedly nodding his head as I gave him those simple requirements. I once picked up Ra without news, deliberately wanting to know how the Martyrs were on campus. Like any other student who leaves class, he does not follow Ra and disturb Ra. However, I saw his eyeballs glancing and watched Ra get to the tail of his eyes.
So far, I've kept control even to the phone. I noticed his movements, following with Nahda's support as well.
He is the best sister-in-law, can camouflage as a friend who becomes a place to confide in his sisters-in-law. Including Cani, he always issued complaints about the men who often send food here.
Fadli was active in fighting, at school he did not bother Cani because his father had once reprimanded him. I once rebuked when he sent food here, the answer is yes he wanted to be close to Cani but he was afraid of my father and me.
He was quite honest, not just his expression. It's hard to describe that their future is still far away, now they're just in High School. Especially for teenagers who are in love.
How else would you like? I can only control and control. Limit how, normally they should like the opposite sex. I'm the one who needs to be thin-ketir, if they even like the same sex.
"Greetings to Bang Chandra, I am Ningsih, the mother of Shuhad. Sorry Bang Chandra, Syuhad often visited with his bare hands. I already know him."
Ah, I'm laughing.
"It's okay, Mom. What matters is that he's polite." Only a few times the Martyrs did not bring any fruit, often he always brought.
"Come on, Mom." Aunt Ria welcomes Miss Ningsih.
They ended up mingling as well with other family members and guests of this nearby neighbor.
Pity also with Pakwa, he must be lied to with his son. Until now, she had no idea that her child was pregnant. Containing is not yet large, at most one month. Not so obvious in the body of the flower, except indeed the chest is a little shallow.
"Dec, eat yet?" I approached Nahda who was sitting at the guest table.
"Udah, Brother." Nahda immediately pulled my hand, then hugged her.
This son of Mama Aca.
"Abang hasn't eaten, Deck." I sat beside him, so that my position would not be half squatting like this.
"You want to get it?" Nahda wiped the sweat off my temple.
The newlyweds' Eve was actually still enveloping us, even though it was a few months past our wedding.
"Later back, Deck." I let go of her hand that was in my arm, then I clasped her hand.
"He said, this time Hema brought Flowers to Bekasi. Hema wants to directly learn the business he said, Bunga had already taken care of his college leave. I don't know how long, but Bunga has acc leave of three months."
Nanda likes to tell stories, to report everything she knows.
"Kok nobody told Brother? Pakwa give permission? Dad too?" I was amazed by the hasty decision.
"The prosecutor is busy taking care of Kal in Malaysia, Bang. Kan Abang knows, if Pakwa just came yesterday the same brother Kal. Inevitably he said, even here no longer can there be for Flowers. Yes, Hema aja tuh, Bang. It'll be easy to come back, is it? Don't know what it's gonna be." Nahda tapped her shoulders.
Finally, the flower was actually carried by her husband with the baby in his womb. Not the pakwa who thought, but the father who thought about how the condition of the Flower fetus that was taken on the plane trip.
Dad wanted to bother delivering them, father was to constantly ask the state of the flowers once they reached their destination. Father not only considers Bunga like the child he foster, but the affection he gives is like a father to his biological children.
I am grateful, I was given endless smooth sustenance. What I do and do, all sweet. No one loses, the number of months is stable. What is planned is always smooth, what is expected is always achieved.
However, behind it all there is one prayer that I do not hear. That is, put in Nahda's womb.
Until our first wedding anniversary came, I had a simple thanksgiving just with Nahda in our kitchen. My prayers and wishes about the deposit in the womb of Nahda, still my greatest prayer when kissing my wife's forehead in the even of one year of our marriage.
Why don't I celebrate with family members? They are on vacation together in the tourist attractions of this city. Not that I don't want to come, it's just that Nahda is in a bad state. She had a mild cold and her parents advised me to stay home and I took care of her and looked after her. It is the same, which means Nahda is not allowed to take holidays.
Most personnel indeed, my car is used because the seats in the two cars are not enough to accommodate them all. Especially, Key does not have a car. She could afford it, but she preferred to see her husband work on a motorcycle. She said to be found out, if her husband dared to flirt with students at her place of teaching.
"What is Adek's prayer?" I wiped his old tears.
"Wind the child, Bang. I was sad to see Brother happy carrying a child, let alone the same Hasna my sister. But I can't love a noisy little boy like Hasna." He rubbed his expanding stomach when he was full.
Hasna is his sister, still a toddler and still so adorable. I was very close to her sisters, as she had hoped during our conversation in Jepara.
Geck, tock, tock….
Tock, tock, tock….
The door knocker was impatiently waiting for the host. In fact, Nahda and I have realized that our house has a guest.
"Who wants to blow up a candle with you, Bang?" His eyebrows fused together by leaving our dining table.
I carried a small brownie, which was already on top of my palm. I think giggly, if it has to be put again.
"Hey? Why not ngabarin?"
I was rushing to step.
"flower?" I was surprised to see his pretty shabby appearance.
"Come in, Deck." I opened the door wider, by chance the door had two leaves.
I put these brownies on the guest table. Then welcome the incoming Flower with Nahda as well.
"Ang, Sister-in-law…." He was crying messed up.
"It's my son." The coat that covered his left hand he pulled slowly.
"Turn him, Bang. Don't tell me dad, if this is his granddaughter. Don't tell anyone he's my son." She cried when she said
that thing.
"Why? Why you? Any problem? Is your baby special, until you refuse to take care of it?" I stared in shock at the baby who was transferred into Nahda's hands.
"He is healthy, thank God he is perfect and nothing less. But, there's a lot of suffering that I shouldn't open. I'm saying goodbye, Bang. I came here on purpose, without being caught by the family. I'm home again, Bang." Flowers hug me.
I throw a look with Nahda. Nahda hugged the little baby, with her confused face. I rubbed the Flower's back, I was still at a loss to digest everything.
"When I can handle everything, I can arrange everything. I'll bring my son back home, you can count all the amount of needs he's already out. I'll change everything, except Brother and Sister-in-law's affection for him. I'm saying goodbye, Bang. I nitip my baby boy, sister-in-law. My responsibilities are great there, my sanity and energy play a big part there. I didn't mean to waste her, but I'm afraid she wasn't taken care of when her mother was seized, when my sanity wasn't good for her." Flowers rubbed the head of a red baby whose hair was very thick and black like his hair peeking from the black hijab that was not clear model.
"You have to tell me!" Nahda held up the arms of Flowers.
"In another novel, you'll know the story. I'm saying goodbye, I'm taking the kids to you." The flower hugged the three of us, and the baby followed. Then, as fast as lightning, he turned around and walked quickly away from our yard.
I'm still so stupid to understand all this. I could only look at each other and turn to look at this baby.
The sound of cream cake burning with candles made us realize that we were celebrating our little wedding anniversary party.
We blow these cream-coated brownies together, even though the shape is no longer because the wax has melted on the cream. I hugged my wife back, my wife who was always clueless in everything but I loved her true ruckus.
The baby's moaning was slow, adding to our awareness that someone had just left her in the middle of our little family.
I remember the Nahda prayer.
"What prayer was there?" I opened the liner of this baby boy sling.
"Mistake the prayer, Bang." Nahda whines pretending to cry.
"I mean, I want to have a child in my womb. Not the child, but the child of such a person. It was not complete yet, it was hunted asserted by the Power apparently." Nahda is poking the chin of this very handsome baby.
It's so beautiful this baby looks. His nose was small, but very tall when he was a baby. His mouth has a small tear line, but his round eyes look like flowers. Not to mention, his chin was slightly taper, with a very unique inverted triangular face shape.
Apparently his mother's dominant.
"Don't ignore the words of the Flower, he loves you, we won't give it back. It's a day for us, thanks to Adek's prayer just now." I kissed this kid's head, with my wife kissing my head.
You're dad's boy now, son.
...T A M A T'S...