Dad To My Son Is A Depressed Man
Proposal
Gibran brought Angga who was sleeping in a sling, stepped closer to the door but the door was open with a beautiful face that looked at him sharply.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.. You're home, Fa?" tanya Angga merengos towards the room of the sister to put Angga to sleep in his bed.
"Wa'alaikum.. " Kayfa followed her sister after closing the door.
"Why you?" Gibran felt something strange about his sister's attitude.
"You naenya? you're wondering?" annoyed with her brother Kayfa looked at Gibran sharply as if he was about to pounce on her. "How are you bang! I was fired" aware of her sleeping son Kayfa trying to dampen her emotions.
"Well, why did you beat me up?" do not want to be blamed gibranpun provide defense. Melengos left Kayfa still standing while looking at him sharply as razor sharp.
"Keep I have to blame who bang?" kayfa followed Gibran out of the room, immediately broke his voice blaring in the living room "You're the Angga same stranger bang, how did I not think. so far, I can't focus and make a lot of mistakes at work" broke Kayfa's tears considering he now has no job, of course, no income for some time to come.
" I'm Angga's uncle, I won't let anyone harm him. You are too parnoan, I am also not a fool times Fa, let Angga two with a stranger." Gibran tried to calm his sister, filled with guilt in her chest because of his actions to make Kayfa lost her only livelihood. Gibran pulled Kayfa in his arms.
" I'm scared bang" Kayfa cried in Gibran's arms.
"What are you afraid of? You see Angga he really needs a father figure, although there is my uncle but of course all that is different. Accept the proposal of Mr. Brata" Kayfa mendelik, with all his strength pushing the chest of the brother so that his embrace was released.
Kayfa ran to her room, she didn't want to talk about marriage with anyone. Since the beginning of the divorce Kayfa firmly refused to marry again but the brother never tired of continuing to urge him.
"It's all for you and Angga" Gibran said.
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"Fa, please cook the most! I have about five or six guests" Gibran said, as if nothing had happened last night.
Kayfa mendelik, he is still upset with the brother but never mind he also obeyed his brother's words. Kayfa did not want to make her brother lose face in front of his guests.
After shopping Kayfa struggled in the kitchen while Angga played with his uncle, deliberately Gibran let Kayfa focus on cooking because in the house there was no maid only Angga nanny who came in the morning and came home when Kayfa or Gibran came home from work.
Today Angga's governess is not coming, Kayfa plans as long as she has not gotten any more work she will take care of Angga herself without a nanny. He must be clever in managing finances in order to meet the needs of Angga as long as he becomes unemployed.
"Udah is done" said Kayfa, he carried Angga and took her to his room.
"You take a shower and get ready to welcome the guests" Gibran said, stopping Kayfa's move to her room.
"Why me?" he pointed to himself feeling confused as to why he should be welcoming guests.
"As a good host we have to greet the guest properly, let alone this guest an important person" Gibran said walking ahead of Kayfa to prepare, he had taken a bath only to change more formal clothes.
"Sucks, who the hell is the guest why not meet outside aja. restaurant is a lot" grumbled Kayfa, forced to prepare by first dressing his son.
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Guests who came were not many only 1 middle-aged man and 2 men the same age as his brother.
Kayfa serves drinks and cakes made earlier "Please, sorry there is only something like this" Kayfa said kindly. Gibran smiled, his sister was obedient even though he was upset but he would show his frustration in front of others.
"Thank you son Ifa, it must be delicious cake made by son Ifa" Kayfa frowned how could the old man know if it was his cake.
"Sit down" Gibran opened his voice.
"Look, son, as I talked to your brother a while ago today I deliberately visited for the same purpose of bringing a proposal for you"
Jeder
As the lightning that struck Kayfa heard Mr. Brata's words, Kayfa said she wanted to be angry with her brother, who had deliberately trapped her today.
"Before I apologize if the answer that I will convey to you makes you disappointed, I have not thought to be remarried, especially the difference in our age is too far, so far, you deserve to be my father more than my husband" didn't want to talk too much Kayfa expressed her heart so clearly.
"Fa!" Gibran felt bad for his boss, he was ashamed to hear Kayfa's words were too honest.
"Well it's a bang, Mr. Brata it's aa.." Kayfa did not continue because Gibran's plotting was quite scary, making Kayfa become silent.
Mr. Brata smiled wryly but did not show any expression of anger there.
"I'm old enough for Ifa, but my soul can still compete with the young"
"Huh, you are not self-conscious, competing with young people can be gouty relapse" Kayfa denied every remark of Mr. Brata, he was very upset at meeting with parents who did not know himself thought.
"See, watch your talk!" Gibran was deeply ashamed of his brother's behavior. "I'm sorry my sister sir" in the end could only apologize and bow down in shame, Kayfa completely smeared her face.
"But." Kayfa's words were cut back because of Gibran's plot.
"Can you shut up? Listen to people if you talk again, do not immediately argue without you digesting well. You are not a child anymore Ifa" furious at him now Gibran issued his frustration even though with a tone that is not high but quite pungent.
Kayfa is depressed, she really does not like to be forced especially about arranged marriages, it is enough once she receives an arranged marriage and ends in divorce. He no longer wanted to feel his pain was not appreciated.
"Look, son, I proposed to you not actually for me, but for my son, more precisely the son of my late brother, do not worry he is still young, still strong" said Brata's grin.
"Assalamu'alaikum.." Just as Kayfa opened her mouth to answer the words of Mr. Brata came someone familiar to her, Kayfa gaped at the face of the man who was now standing at the door.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, did you come?" Kayfa answered her greetings and welcomed the guest who had just arrived as if she knew him very well.
Judis who received the welcome of a beautiful woman did not say much, she just followed the host to the living room which had occupied four men.
"Sorry Mr. Brata, please introduce this to my future husband. So again I'm sorry, I refused your proposal"
Kayfa's statement made the entire room round the eyes perfectly, including Judis who did not know how to make it amazingly shocked.
"What do you mean?" Judis did not understand the words of the woman he had seen for the first time.
Kayfa scratched the back of her head, her spontaneous mouth making her plan uncompromisingly first. He was confused how to explain it.
"What do you mean, om?" now Judis turned to ask the uncle who was sitting down with a smile.
"O-om.." said Kayfa stammered, Kayfa was still very young ears were never troubled, he heard clearly the man called Mr. Brata with the name om.
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wkwk.. shame on FaðŸ¤.