The Father Boy
ALA87'S CHAT. Want to know Izza's wishes
"That means you can be left behind? There's no officer here anymore, is there?"
The feeling, Vendra's statement is clear. Hadeh, basic Zio a handful of brains biyung!
"Well, no one checks anymore. You also do not need to bother going back and forth the trial. Do you do that, Mr Zaenal?" Om Vendra turned to his partner whom he had brought.
"Yes, you know what's ready. Later combined with the case yesterday," said the Zaenal sir.
The case yesterday about the divorce and the mistress?
"Thank you, Om?" Zio smiled kindly.
"Either. Here, put your cigarettes back. Do you want some sweat money?" Om Vendra throws the remaining cigarette at Zio.
They all laughed, and his laughter sounded good. But still I'm afraid, I'm afraid of being ticketed. Although their duties are different.
"Whose sister was injured in the hospital? What room?" Om Vendra pulled the car keys out of his pocket.
"RSUD Muyang Kute, Om. Orchid room 01." It was the nearest hospital from where we were.
"Om going there?" ask Zio then.
"Yes, you want to come?" Om Vendra steps towards the car.
Zio looked at. He must be thinking, who will help me move.
"Yes, there will be Ceysa and Hadi." I can't possibly lock Zio up to keep helping me move.
"Ati-ati huh, Bang? Don't come down the porch." Zio patted my shoulder.
"okay." I nodded and gave a thumbs up.
"Of…. Wait, Om." Zio running small.
"Yes." Yeah." Om Vendra talks back to the police who were already in his car.
I watched the cars until they were no longer visible in my eyes. Then, I took off the brake of this wheelchair and tried to move it by hand.
Don't assume that I'm going to jump off the terrace, because even moving the wheels is difficult. My right hand hurts again to turn this wheel. How do I operate this wheelchair?
"Zaaa…. Deck Izza…." I can't wait for someone to come by themselves.
"Yes…." The goal sounds far away.
"Here, Za! Called tuh come," I cried like this throat will come off.
Soon he appeared, with his dirty hands. Did you just finish eating or not finished eating? The difference is seeing his hands dirty, did he not have time to wash his hands first?
"Still eating?" I looked at his hand.
"Still, Bang." His eyes blinked innocently.
Geez, geez.
"Wash your hands first, come back later." I don't like the smell of food and spices moving everywhere.
After all, this wheelchair gets dirty.
"But I'm eating, Bang."
You mean, he minded taking my orders?
"So I was left here? Okay, no problem! Continue your meal!" It feels goiter.
"Anything coming in? I'll just say."
Where the hell is this thinking?
"Just a minute, I wash my hands first." He ran into the house.
If I give it back before I try to change it. Then I'm the one who's wrong. But am I patient, to change it little by little?
Because I feel, Izza since becoming a wife like walking. When we were dating, we always had disagreements, but he always apologized first. But now, he never realized his mistake. Moreover, he always hurts when I am in a fuss with him after marriage.
Izza showed up, then he pushed my wheelchair in. I'm spoiled, indeed. But this pain is not a lie. The doctor suggested hospitalization, but my thoughts were about the state of the house only. I'm not calm, if I don't know for myself the state of the people home.
"Stop, Yes. Finish your meal, I'll talk after this." I was already in the living room.
"Yes, Bang." Izza left me back.
I want to have a four-eye talk with Izza, before Ceysa and Hadi come. Because there must be a tear drama.
My house does not look troubled. But it feels like trouble everywhere, the little things Izza loves become big problems for me.
"I'm done, Bang." Izza smiled sweetly at me.
"Here sit." I patted the sofa in front of me.
"What's wrong?" It looks like there is no problem.
"The more you come here, the more rigid I become. Your attitude can be changed, can't it?" I clasped his hand.
"What manner?" Izza looked at me seriously.
His face has not changed. Her skin has been getting better since she married me.
"Za, you realize you're not going too far? You seem to want to take care of me, my time and my life. You forget that I'm the oldest boy. You forget that my parents supported me financially and my efforts. You forget, even we're still hitchhiking to them. I want to, we both do. It's not that I don't want to enjoy time with you, but we can enjoy time with family. Make a fumble? That so? There will be time. We're always in the room, we don't just like that. What the hell are we screwing? About the child, who has not been given. About the effort, which I'm working on. About the members and the touch we like. Plus I still have to work, check reports, make reports and send reports. My energy is used in the field, take care of it, take care of our new business." I spoke softly and softly, so that he would understand.
"The son of a young man with a father is not just a brother." He patted my chest.
"Indeed, but who else??? Zio's? He's in college, he takes care of this and that. You don't know if Zio is the first father. I was just called in, asked between these, between them, it was a little bit and a little bit, Za. Not comparable to Zio's duties as a single child who is clearly still free, the father was good to arrange it. You're in your room, obviously you don't know how your kids are told this. Not because I want to trouble the child, but because the father wants his son to be all-round in running the business later."
It's true that his son is not just me. What am I told to try? Just called, to chat about work. It was every day and Izza felt objection. Banter-banternya, told to intersect and pick up the biyung. Izza who always protested every night, because I said he called the parents continue.
"There is a daughter. A lot of kids, but the effect is only one child's cake."
How did he respond to her?
"Ra's with Cani at the boarding school, if you forget. Who will discuss business the same? Cala and Cali? Da? Or, want to tell Jasmine's sister who's craving? Tell Key's brother Kaleel recorded?" I've tried to be as smooth as possible, but he seems to like my voice rising.
"Next time, if I'm called dad, I'll take you. Let you know what you're asking me, what you need from me." I suppressed this emotion, closing my eyes for a moment.
"No need." Izza threw away his face.
"Za, what do you want me to do? The more we get here, the more we stretch if you stay gini." He must open his eyes and be aware of our current situation.
It's only been like this for a month, how about a year?
"I want you to have time for me, consider me to exist and give me importance. Think about how I feel, my happiness, my pleasure. Not about making money." The gun came out, tears.
"Is that? So, you want us to trouble the old man? Our spending a month is fifteen million, this month. Even though we do not have car installments, home installments, do not join the family as well. You asked, I love you. That's a total of a month. Okay, let's try with me not trying so hard to make money. I'm looking for the money I can, so I have plenty of time for you." I want Izza to feel the risk of our lives, if I don't focus on thinking about a new venture from now on. My salary at a company in Singapore, whether he will be able to split his money or not. We'll see, so he'll realize himself.
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