The Father Boy
ALA99'S CHAT. Flower bribed
Physical touch is not shady.
"You still have pain? I'll get the nurse, and I'll get you some water and some food, okay?" I obviously dodged and gave some distance, so that the Flower would not reach me easily.
"By, Bang. Pain here." He pressed his chest. Her smile resembled that of Kirei, my friendly and spoiled cousin.
It's just, Kirei is still a child. He's still second grade Elementary, eight years like that.
"Oh, is it full of ASI?" Usually that's the case for women.
"God!" He opened his eyes wide, like a snarl. Then, he laughed off seeing my startled response.
"I miscarried, Bang. It's probably full."
Ehh, yes too.
I'm putting my hair to shame. Then, I grimaced the horse. There was humor in me and flowers.
"Died a little?" I stepped towards the door.
"Don't be long, I'll miss you." His laughter was as crisp as a cracker fried so loosely sun dried.
We split up at the cottage six years ago, when he was about to enter Junior High School. With me, it's five years different. At that time, I was still in High School and was on a class vacation at home. Because of High School, I'm at a boarding school.
My relationship with the Flower of the time, generally sister and sister as usual. It's just, he's more spoiled than my own real sister. He did not like Izza from the first time, from the first time I often invite Izza to play at home. The reason, he said like to snatch me when we were playing together. Yes the thoughts of a small child in general only, normal from jealousy as if her brother was taken by Izza.
I bought a few bottles of bottled mineral water, bread and also crispy biscuits. There are no heavy meals here, except the instant-instant ones.
After paying, I went back to the Flower Room. But, there was already a father who was feeding the Flower.
"Where's the room, Dad?" I gave the things I bought to Flowers.
"Ask, there's data." Dad returned to feed the flowers. "It's biyung cuisine, it's delicious? Saute no cure, deepening the science of stir-fry sauteed aja biyung tuh, but the results do not disappoint." Dad tasted the flower food he was feeding.
"So bad, the seasoning is just right." The flower holds together the tip of her index finger and thumb.
"Yes dong, my wife."
Believe me, you never praise the biyung in front of your own biyung. But it turns out like this huh dad behind the biyung?
"What's official or what's this series, Dad?" Flowers spout their own food into their mouths.
Laughter father loose, by patting the shoulder Flower. Flowers can be a circle with our jokes, he is like accustomed to male jokes.
"Biyung listen, you can be suspected. Where you're often coffeeing the night again." Father muffled his laughter, by feeding the Flower back.
"May Dad be kept away from my lady cake." Flowers leaning on dad's arm.
It was sad to be him. He's obviously a victim here, but he looks guilty on the other side.
"Daughter of Father." Dad embraces the Flower and kisses the Flower's forehead.
The eyes of the Flower watered back, but his smile was engraved wide. He needs the warmth of the family, to forget his problems yesterday.
"Eummm, I'm sorry I spent so long at the pharmacy." Mr. Wa entered the room with a medicine bag.
"It's okay, Dad. I'm eating again." Flowers smile cheerfully.
Could it be so, right? If Izza, definitely can't act happy. It's sad, yes he must be sad.
"You need a psychologist, Dek?" Pak wa approached the Flower, then kissed the Flower's forehead.
"No, Dad. I'm going back to the cottage, okay?" The flower opened its mouth again accepting the father's bribe.
"But the cottage is again renovated." Mr. Wa looked at father.
"The room in Dad's house is four, Chandra goes with his wife, Jasmine while in his grandmother. Cala Cali again likes to go in Gavin's check pack, so it's empty Dad's house. Both of you are the same."
I forgot to talk to Dad, that I'll be there for a week. Dad, last night I stayed there.
"So can dong, Dad?" The flower hugged my father's arm.
"Bby dong. Kiss his dad." Dad pressed his cheeks.
My dad's also flirty.
Flowers really kissed my cheek, but I had nothing to do with it. Mature daughter kisses her uncle only, it feels weird. Lah, this is kissing her foster father.
"Van, you've got your hassles again." Mr. Wa patted my father's shoulder.
"Liar, Bunga didn't ask me for a cutback either." Dad re-feeding food for Flowers.
Herannya, take action kok Flowers eat ravenously?
"It's not because you asked for a midget, it's afraid you're burdened." Mr. Wa walked away from my father, then sat down next to me.
"If so, from you, I love you again. From the beginning I told you, let it be the same here Canda. Let him be so, his feeling is strong to the child. The kids are under control, not ashamed. I admit, I'm a little lost to Jasmine. But as much as I can hug her, I embrace her, I give her the best way." Dad started to prise.
They are relatives who were once enemies, then became relatives again. Obviously, they often have a squabble.
"I don't know if it's like this at last." Mr. Wa was hit like hell.
Even though I had never had a child, his expression was clearly read in my eyes. I became worried about having children, how will I have to nurture and educate him?
"What yes it is. Perhaps Bunga wants to talk a lot with his brother, there is a place of gossip that fits. There's Key, near Aca too. Plus Canda the same Ria, complete the noise like this." Dad rubbed the Flower's head.
The flowers are still chewing.
"Where are the flowers? Hungry apparently," I cried making the atmosphere melt.
"She, Bang. I've eaten here at least once a day, twice. This is how he feels hungry." He smiled widely.
Not sad to lose his son? Or is this the goal?
I still wonder, what's with Flowers? That is, why did he take that much to consume the herbs and hard drugs?
It is not like a soft-hearted flower.
"Family Mother Bunga, come along for a moment." The nurse came into this room.
"Oh, yes." He got up and followed the nurse.
"Udah is up, Dad." The flower put its spoon in the container that father held.
I immediately moved to help get the medicine for the Flower. He drank it immediately, with the water I had bought. Up to an hour later, Bunga is allowed to go home because of his recovered condition.
Earlier, he got a curette action with total anesthesia. Because he is fit, he can go home. In essence, his observation was after the drug ran out. He said if there is nausea vomiting is even prohibited to go home, said the wa sir.
I walked with my father, while Bunga in front of me with his father. We were about three meters away, with me carrying my groceries in the minimarket of the hospital.
"What are you looking at? Is that so beautiful?"
Quibble.
I looked up and put a smile on my father. I unintentionally noticed the back part moving along with those footsteps. Uh, even got caught.
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