Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 68

"Punten den, sir!", said Mumun putting tea and cake in front of his master. The fat woman placed on the edge of the gate that was prepared to sit.

"Lho..bik?", Lingga was confused why suddenly his art brought drinks to him.

"Si neng asked bibik bring it here. Said tea had a guest, papa den Lingga. He said the big master of tea was at home to see the scenery outside so I was told to bring it here!", said Bik Mumun.

Linga is not inexhaustible if his wife is still trying to cover the ugliness of his papa even on his own art.

"Oh yes, thank you Bik!", said Lingga.

"Papa's here to pick up your mama. Not asking to eat with you. You think papa can't afford to buy food for papa himself!?"

"The phallus does not think that way. Lingga knows, papa can afford anything you want."

"Yes, quickly call your mama!", orders Arya again.

"Pa, it's up to papa to be angry or hate the same Linga, Galuh. But Lingga please, be kind to mama. While meeting mama, papa comes in and rest huh!?"

"Don't be pretentious to organize and teach papa. Papa knows what papa did!"

"Don't want to set pa, Abaghfirullahaladzim! Pa, Lingga can see that papa is tired. Papa's body needs rest! Don't push yourself like this."

Arya was a little tired because since coming to this house, she just stood up. Moreover, his strength was also quite drained because from the beginning he had argued with Lingga employees who had been passing by their vehicles even though they were from different gates.

Finally, the old man chose to sit next to the tea and cake that Mumun brought. The aroma of jasmine tea that is still smoky arouses Arya's taste. He wanted to feel the warmth of the jasmine tea. It's just that again a sense of prestige that is too high makes him reluctant to touch it.

Linga realized that her papa glanced at the warm drink. But he couldn't get his papa off either. His father was not the type of person to joke with.

Slowly, the little drizzling dots began to fall off. This morning was a little cloudy and windy.

Lingga got used to it here, already understand the situation. He wears long-sleeved clothes. Her papa? Arya only wears short-sleeved collared shirts. He was sure that his papa would be cold. And surely the father hasn't changed clothes since yesterday.

"Pa, it's starting to drizzle. Let's go inside!", pinta Lingga slowly.

"Nga! It's better to wait for your mama than to set foot in your house!", said Arya still in her song style.

"Okay, papa didn't come into my house. Papa's pretty on the side porch. What matters is that you are not in the rain! It's not just raining here it's cold, let alone rain like this. Lingga don't want papa why-why!"

"Care are you the same papa huh? You've humiliated papa, can you still say you care?"

"Pa, come on in! From above it is already tired of rainstorm pa!", said Lingga while showing the direction of the hill that is not so far from home.

Arya turned to the hill that Lingga meant. The old man snorted in annoyance. He could have been in the car, but to be honest he wanted to straighten his waist.

"Look Pa! The important thing is papa rest first, papa's body is tired on the way here right?!", Lingga is still trying to seduce. Arya herself is still flinching.

The sound of the children's chatter attracted the attention of the father and the boy. Syam and his friends have come home from school even though it is still very early in the morning if for the size of home school.

"Assalamualaikum!", Sham greeted Lingga.

"Walaikumsalam, how is it that morning has come home deck?", asked Lingga to Sham.

"Adek still remembers his father Brother right?", asked Lingga. Sham looked again.

"Huum, Angel's grandfather, right? Thank you sir, sir who gave me my name, right?" Sham told Arya. Arya looked transfixed looking at that little handsome figure.

"Dec, don't call mister dong! Om or opa, like Angel?!", the phallus. Sham smiled and shook his head.

"That's right, Sham is no one sir!" said Sham. But he approached Arya, then grabbed the back of Arya's hand to kiss. And the thing is, Arya is like hypnotized by the charm of the little boy.

"Thank you, sir, for saving me and my mother. Has wronged me, has given a name to me!", said Sham. Either reflex or whether the old man was longing for the figure of Arsyam blood of his own flesh, until he rubbed the top of the head of Sham.

The phallus is made in disbelief to see the father behave like that.

"Rain sir, let's go in! Brother said, the first rain likes to make sick. Because there are substances contained in the clouds that fall first!" said Sham.

"Where is it like that!", said Arya with her tone as usual.

"Big bang, take Mr. Arya in! Mr. Arya is old, it's easier to get sick!" said Syam.

The phallus was in disbelief. His sister-in-law spoke the least, but somehow from now on she spoke so long with her papa.

"Tomorrow!", take Sham again.

"Ah, yes! Go ahead, save the bike first! Keep changing!", said Lingga.

"Yes!", replied Sham while guiding his bicycle. Linga looked at her papa. Arya was still staring at the back of Sham who went into the garage.

"Come Pa! The rain has started to rain!", invite Lingga again.

With a forced finally Arya obey Lingga to enter his house. It just so happened that an employee passed by. Lingga asked him to bring a drink that had been exposed to drizzle was brought to the kitchen and asked Bik Mumun to replace it and in between to the side terrace.

Linga is still thinking since then, from where Sham knows the history of his birth and also his name. Did he meet at his house before, he ever discuss it and Syam still remember????

"Which terrace?", asked Arya with a slight snarl.

"Ah, that's pa...ayok!", bring Lingga to Arya. There is a little relief finally Papa wanted to be brought in even if only on the terrace.

The man's smile expands. In fact, the presence of Sham as if reinforcements sent to just bring the papa into his house.

Most likely also if.lehat Sham too, Lingga can melt the heart of his papa.

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