The Father Boy
ALA94S. Go home to the old man
"Bed relationship, I did it after Isha. I mean, let Izza sleep I won't bother you anymore. Now he's mad everywhere, because I watched my sister play futsal. I took him, Mr. Cheque. Come if you want to come, I'll pick you up. He didn't want to, but after he came home he was furious. He says I'm nothing always old man, he says I'm heavy to old man and other. I'll involve him, not me who runs off on my own. I went to my parents, let alone playing. Now anyway, I want to ask the same Mr. Cheque. I asked Izza for advice in the next week, please give him understanding and understanding of the household. Because maybe, he never got advice about married life. How she should behave to the in-laws, to the in-laws and to the husband's family. I nitipin Izza to Pak Cek this week, because the next week I can not go home first, Mr. Cek. I'm really afraid my mouth is sassy, even though our marriage is only a corn." I cupped my hands in front of my face.
"Yes, yeah. Mr. Cek knows. Mr. Cheque wants to ask, where were you for that week? If there's anything with Izza, Mr. Cheque is easy to find you. This is bad talk first, maybe he got sick or something. You see, the subscription from the first him if scolded the old man fainted and sometimes sick that."
Aye? Is it basically, it turns out?
"I'm at Dad's, Mr. Cheque. I will not run away, nor will I lose responsibility. I'll keep Izza's birth during the week." Maybe the check sir thinks I went abroad during Izza's entrustment to him.
"Oh, yes. Mr. Cheque understands now. But it can still be repaired, right? Which means, you go for advice, not to decide?" He pointed.
"I intend to improve, not to leave," I replied later.
"okay." Mr. mangosteen cheque. "Izza Pak Cek accepts and Pak Cek will take care of him until you pick him up again. But you promised to pick him up again, huh? Izza will stay here until you pick him up, Mr. Cek won't let him stay home alone. Let Mr. Cheque understand where the error is." He said very slowly.
"Yes, Mr. Cheque. Thanks, Mr. Cheque." I smiled at him.
"Sir Cheque likes your attitude, Chandra. You're not playing make decisions. Hope you keep thinking mature next."
I'm happy if Izza's family understands my intentions.
"Ready, Mr. Cheque. Before nightfall, I say yes, Mr Cheque?" I got up and immediately kissed the hands of the old man in this house.
"Take yourself, Za?" I took the time to kiss her forehead.
"Come, Mr. Cheque. Assalamu'alaikum." I'm out of this house.
Very sad about my house. What less am I as the head of the family?
I took an online motorcycle taxi, I deliberately left Izza's car so that Izza's family did not think I was taking Izza's car. Worryingly, there are those who think badly like that.
"Is there anything missing, Bang?" asked Zio, after I just got off the online motorcycle. Incidentally, the fence of this house is wide open.
"Yes." Yeah." I smiled and walked over to my father's house.
Next month Zio gets married. From now on, he was busy. Zio had wanted to postpone due to yesterday's calamity, but I still wanted Zio to continue.
Very quiet, when I came home they were fighting for toast.
"Well…. Fathering…. Biyung." I started looking for their whereabouts.
"Hmm, in the room." The law is from Biyung.
I immediately opened the door of the room, then stepped in to disturb those who were already in bed. Dad was lying sideways facing Biyung, while Biyung was playing a cell phone.
"Dad, Biyung." I crawled up to the bed and became a bulkhead for them.
"Geez! Just interrupt! What try?!" Dad shifted his position.
"Not yet to come home? The feeling was good and salim." Biyung is still playing her phone, even though I'm hugging her.
"Biyeong…. I'm h-home. I leave Izza to his uncle, "I'm shrinking.
"What?!" exclaim my father by pulling my arm, until I'm done**** because my position changed instantly.
"Udah saw." Biyung commented very casually.
"What do you think, Canda?" Dad poked Biyung through my stomach.
"It seems that his wife did not come here, there is certainly nothing. Maybe we don't like Dinda's mama and Adi's papah, Mas. Maybe we look too cranky." Biyung is still playing his phone.
"Later if we talk a lot and ask a lot, we will be thought to bring and interfere. I mean the heart, don't want to be too mixed let him feel at home," said father later.
"Rubber, Mas. I also if he approached yes invited to chat, I bargained that I again sought. It is so, "biyung added later.
So this is their point of view?
"What's the problem?" ask me by hugging my stomach.
I am am amused myself, by raising my father's hand. "Dad over here do it, I'm ticklish." Let the biyung be embraced by father.
"People hug Dad's son." He hugged me tighter, even to the point of putting his feet up on my feet.
"Geli, Dad." I laughed amusedly.
"Dad nangisin son who was once forbidden to touch this father, Biyung." Dad rubbed his face into my arm.
"Yes, Dad?" Biyung left her phone, and she hugged me warmly.
Thank God, they can still feel the warmth of their affection.
"Heem, in the same room continued Kin with Ghifar. I said a dzolim father."
"I'm still Dad's son." I touched my father's hand that was wrapped around my stomach.
"Father's boy, the strong of his shoulders, the strong of his back, the strong of his legs." His words were so deep, I felt a cry for a moment.
"The strong faith, women feel so-so. Learn from Dad, who once regretted because of the hose****an," said Biyung by wiping the back of my hand that was above the back of my hand.
"Heem, Bang. It feels the same, it depends on our imagination."
With humor, I laughed at my father's whispers.
"But can't imagine eating chicken, another time eating fried tempeh, Mas. It must be different." Tumben biyung logis.
"There's a beauty clinic, Cendol. If you're not well-groomed, maybe I'll marry you again."
Dad sounded the war drums.
Wrong target, biyung forget if I am in the middle of them. Biyung immediately pinched my stomach in full force, as if to assume that this is my father's stomach.
"sick." I roared whining.
Father even laughed very loosely, with a biyung that rubbed his former pinch on the surface of my stomach. My parents were absurd, though they could comfort me in the midst of the chaos of my mind.
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