The Father Boy
ALA84'S CHAT. Not understanding the situation
"Yes..," I said, looking back.
Izza immediately sat behind me and hugged me. Papa Ghifar threw his face away, he must have been pleased to see us making such a mess. Pleasure may be, but not in such a tense atmosphere.
"I'm fine, just calm down." I rubbed his hand in front of my stomach.
I don't feel good about some of the families that are still here. I tried to let go of Izza's hand that was tied to my waist.
"Oh Allah, Brother…." His voice was disappointed.
He knows the situation doesn't?
"A lot of people" I whispered with a glance at him.
He was just pouting.
"You know Vano's home address?" ask papah later.
I advanced one ceramic, to keep my distance from Izza. If his condition is gathering together, I don't mind him hugging me like this. But the condition is like this, it feels like we do not know the situation if we make out in the face of this disaster.
"No idea, Pa. But maybe others know, Pa. When Jasmine married, I was still in Singapore and did not come because there was another activity. The activity can't be left, so I'm not coming home." I know that Vano bang from the video call and from the eid yesterday.
They were not married for long, maybe half a year. Now, Jasmine's sister is only three months pregnant.
"I'm afraid he's got a run for it." Papa Ghifar rubbed his face.
"Dad you called Vendra yet?" This is my ninja path if I have to deal with the law.
Papa Ghifar shook his head. "Dad you call the police here first. Let's tell you first, that four houses here are on fire." Papa Ghifar turned his head towards me, then he glanced at Izza.
"Yourhft….." I felt the wind from Izza's skirt. Then, he stomped his feet to get back inside the house.
Rather than it being at home alone, it's better at Key's sister's house crowded there. But I don't know, his name is Izza.
"Why wife?" ask papa Ghifar whispers.
I smile. "It's okay, Pa." I don't want other families to bother thinking about other problems.
"Try calling you" papa Ghifar asked.
"Yes, Pa." I'm sure Om Vendra will follow.
Contact om Vendra sought me back, a call immediately rang but not yet raised as well. Uh, I forgot it was midnight.
"Call…."
How many sounds?
"Yes hello, Om. Disturb you?" I thought he was resting.
"Emergency, usual. Wild racing, noisily, common here. Here's another look, wait for the members to ambush. How, Bang? You haven't slept at this hour? Tumben, you're usually disciplined."
With Hendra's grandfather's paternal brother, I was only familiar with Vendra's om. Even when I graduated from the pesantren, MA, I was invited to a kind of military school. However, I refuse. I want to be rich like a father who works from far away, mentally I can't see any commotion or chaos.
"An hour ago, four houses here were on fire. The origin of the fire explosion…." Om Vendra was not polite at all, because he immediately cut off my words.
"Om find tickets now. Dad are you okay? Biyung you're okay, right?"
I haven't finished the story yet.
"Me, Cala's the same caretaker Cala got hurt. Cala's taken care of, her head……"
Call disconnected. I'm. I haven't finished the story, even my words aren't perfect. Between him confused to bother with the task, or indeed panic and immediately look for a ticket.
Om, um. Oh my, that one father's sister.
"What's he saying, Bang?" Papa Ghifar patted my knee.
"Find a ticket here he said." I pressed the main menu on my phone.
"You don't think you've told me much." Papa held up his jaw to keep looking at me.
"Yes, just be killed. Pa, anterin peed anyway." I'm hurting my phone.
"Come on, keep you asleep. The fire was also extinguished, it was safe. You need to rest, because tomorrow you're gonna bother." I was immediately helped to stand by papa Ghifar.
"Can you make a foot?" Papa Ghifar held my shoulder.
"It can be a little, but it hurts immeasurably. Cureked, Pa. It's like getting my fish's eyes. Mending the eyes of the fish is small, this is me rather large." The point is it hurts.
"Wear a wheelchair? It's in the house."
Even though Papa Ghifar has helped me walk, it is very difficult. Plus my hand had a sewing wound, so holding the weight of that body made my sewing wound linu.
"Yes, Pa. It hurts right." It feels wrong.
I look healthy, but I'm in pain like this.
"You wait in this living room first, Papa get a wheelchair." I sat Papa Ghifar on the living room couch.
Is that me that I am? But it actually hurts. Moreover, Cala and Hindun, this is how it feels wow once. But when I look, my injuries are pretty bad.
"Dec…. Izza..," I called out.
"What?" He answered but never showed up.
"I can't walk." After my reply, he immediately appeared in a hurry.
"Yes yes, need it? If it's the same family, arrogant is not playing." He sat right next to me.
Should his mouth speak like that?
"It's not about the family, but read the situation. Can not understand the situation, I'm sad to see your response so. I know you're a son-in-law here, I'm grateful you're not hurt. But show a little care for you, by hanging out with the others. After all, you're not sleeping here either. That's it, Cali's still crying. Brother Key has a small child, brother Jasmine is also pregnant. A little bit of a problem, Za. Than here alone." After being married, this was the first time my emotions overflowed perfectly.
"Kok That big brother?" He fused his eyebrows.
He must have been sick after this.
"My family is in trouble, Za. I got this, Za." I showed a wound on my hand.
Uh, he just started crying.
"Don't be a little cry, the effect is cake I dzolim right with you. Please understand me a little, Za. I need you to care about your family, I need you to think of my family as your own family. It's not that you don't have a family, I'm just going to take your life. I can always do it for your family, they need nothing, help whether it's a job opening, I can always do it." I pulled out my teardrops in the middle of her crying.
"This is what makes me want to postpone our marriage continuously, because I have always understood that you cannot be one with my family. You want to be respected, you want to be considered a continuing guest. It's not like I want you to help wash dishes, or mop up the house. But mingle and care, plus understand me. I'm the oldest and most reliable boy to my sisters, Za. At least, you should learn a lot from Biyung. I want you to go to her brother-in-law, whether male or female. Let my brothers not hesitate to ask for help with you." I clasped the back of his hand.
I really don't want a farewell. But what if Izza finds it hard to understand as well?
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