The Father Boy
ALA93'S CHAT. Leave it to Uncle Izza
"Abang tuh looks cake is not independent, any parents. It's it, old man. Maybe this is how you're really, brother?" He smiled with watery eyes.
He was getting arrogant away from his in-laws. Impressed by courage, as if capable of his own.
"Za, sticky! People who do not have, he half-dead effort want to have effort and success with his own feet. Their hope, want someone to help financially, as well as embrace the spirit. Until, those who do not have capital are willing to owe the bank. We're lucky, my parents are rich. Some help financially and with their knowledge as well. You keep calling me independent? So, what does self-sufficiency look like in your version? We should how? Or am I a construction worker? Let it be independent and impress the fingers of hardworking men?" I can't use the sound anymore.
"Abang harapanin heritage."
Is his mind really this bad?
"I need your family, Za. I need your family, while we need to clear our own minds for a while. You will never be able to realize with my mouth, I also do not want to regret because I continue to want you. You're my wife, you're mine, you're mine. But I don't belong entirely to you, Za!" I have to send him to his uncle's family.
"Come, come." I pulled him out of the house. His uncle's house was next to his house, his yard was blocked by the wall because his uncle's house was more advanced three meters from the terrace of his house.
"Where are you going?" Izza tried to let go of my hand, with a whimpering cry.
"There has to be a role for your family that opens your mind. Because I'm afraid to say the wrong thing, if you have to keep nasehatin you who always visit this." I've reached the porch of her uncle Izza's house, who was our marriage guardian yesterday.
"Sir Check…. Assalamu'alaikum…." He is the younger brother of his father Izza.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." The one who answered was his wife.
"Mak Checks." I tried to smile kindly as the door opened.
"Sandra, Izza. Hi why, Za?" Mak chek immediately hugged Izza.
They had a daughter and their daughter followed her husband. The Izza family was not a big family, the most of them were two brothers. There is no one like me, who has many brothers.
"Sheck is there, Mak Cheque? I need the same check sir." I held Izza's shoulder, as she cried loosely in the arms of her aunt-in-law.
"There, ada. This is why Izza?" Checks looking back. "Bang, come here first. There's Chandra and Izza" he exclaimed later.
They are the closest brothers. Who else do I have to leave it to? May brother Izza not take me badly and not take on the wrong meaning.
I'll leave him, not divorce him.
"Yes, let's go in first. We're sitting inside, we're talking inside." Mak check embracing Izza entry.
I nodded, I stepped into the house. There were no couches or chairs here, we sat directly on the floor covered with some kind of mat.
"Behold, uncle's cake you're not satisfied." Mak cheque releases his embrace on Izza.
I grabbed Izza, then rubbed his arm. "Hey, don't cry. This is so that you can get better in the future, so that we can still understand. I'm tired of knowing you. I'm afraid that you're becoming a struggle. If I feel like I've struggled to balance myself with you, there must be less love." Because love does not feel sacrifice.
The rain is flanking, it will not mind and sacrifice because there is love. Try there is no love? Maybe pick me up half-heartedly heavy, especially if not imitated with the cost.
"Why, Chandra?" Mr. check appeared with a tense face.
Mak check came with two glasses of water. Mak also immediately gave one glass of water to Izza.
"This, Mr. Cheque. I'm the same Izza there's a problem, it's been a long time actually. I ask the same Mr. Cek, to advise Izza as best I can. Because the problem is this, Mr. Cheque. She doesn't want to live with in-laws, but my mother isn't a chatty person. Mr. Cek must know how my mother is, right? Mr. Cheque also knows who my father is. I got advice from the family, to move while I'm again waking up there, let's not roof with the parents again the one yesterday that fire, that, it's been rebuilt and my father's plan is for me and Izza. My father also gave me capital and taught me a new business, so that all of us in this village can live together and gather with a large family. Let me not have to take this Izza to work all the way out of the country, Mr. Cek." I smiled and took more breaths.
"Yes, right. Continues to?" Mr. check looks serious.
"I'm just graduating from college, I don't really understand pioneering from the beginning. So, every day during my stay here I play to my parents for a discussion with my father about my new business. I have invited Izza for a week, Izza refused to play there this week. Since coming here, to this day, Izza really did not want to be invited to play there. Before we moved here, Izza was always angry that I was staying for a discussion with my father. I don't know what my parents' fault was, but he got that to my parents. I call it independent and expect the legacy of Izza's parents, Mr. Cek. I'm an effort, to live it. Izza's lifestyle isn't simple anymore, Mr. Cheque. But it's fancy, even though we don't have any installments and installments." I catch my breath again.
"Oh yes, understand. Maybe Izza needs your time, vacation so." Mr. Check seemed more relaxed, probably because he already knew our problem.
"Udah, Mr. Cheque. We had a vacation together, and I always took time. I always help her in the kitchen, before I go to work. We talk a lot and joke. Even home from work, I enjoyed the time with him until he was released Isya. From Isya freelance I digerjain report, while discussing business with father. Sometimes until midnight, sometimes until ten. Depends on the end of it, because the report I got was sent back to my father." Izza parties must understand the details, in order to be able to advise Izza properly, not vice versa.
"Sorry, maybe the bed relationship." Mr. cheque lowered his voice.
"Bed relationship…… ..
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