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RM139. Izza
"Van, come on."
Givan shook his head again, when his mother asked him to let Awang come home in his car.
"The car's small, Mah." The classic reason Givan gives.
"I'm here, Mah. Mama same Papah please go home, thank you for taking care of Ai when we have not arrived." Awang understands that Givan doesn't like him.
"Tomorrow we'll have some news. I'm the same husband coming home, to take care of where baby Ai's buried." Adinda has arranged a funeral plan for Ai's son tomorrow.
"Well, don't forget the hospital asked for a change in administrative costs before the baby came out of the morgue" Gavin added.
"Begging Ai, Vin," Givan replied, making Ai gawk.
"You have something to do with it, Bang. Ask for four million of them, because there has been a NICU room and more. Here's the information he's gonna have to pay." A piece of paper was proof of Gavin's words.
"Udah! Already! Let Abang aja. Givan's money is held by his wife, it's hard for him to wince." Kenandra advanced back, she left the long sofa that became her resting place.
"Not so, Bang. I know, A Givan has his own money. But, he...." Ai hung up her sentence.
"Well, you know that Givan won't give you the money. It's been a time, Ai! Do not make your heart hurt, because expect the same husband people. As loyal as he was in his bachelor time, now he is more thinking to ngenyangin the stomach of his wife's child. Things are different." Once again, Kenandra awakened Ai's mind.
"There home! The dough is there!" Kenandra pointed at the exit.
Givan nodded, his feet stepping without saying goodbye..
"Look up, don't forget!" Kenandra's orders came out after Givan had already reached the doorstep.
"Udah was before coming here" said Givan, waiting for his mother to come out.
In a stifled drowsiness, Adi and Adinda felt uneasy at their eldest son for stopping several times each time they met the merchant cart. According to him, Givan was like a hungry Canda like a Canda. In fact, Givan was just trying to please Canda with the joys of Canda.
"I want Chandra to stay up, Mah. I can't get up in the morning, tell Ghifar or the others if Mamah wants to tell me," he said as his car stopped in front of his parents' fence.
"Tomorrow makaminnya noon, morning tell people to dig first," replied Adinda after getting out of the car.
"Yes, Mah." Givan took his vehicle back and turned towards his house. After locking the fence and making sure the garage is locked tightly, Givan enters his house whose keys use their reference date code.
With quite a lot of hands, he smiled broadly at the two humans who were on his bed. Givan stepped in by taking off his jacket.
"Father was eating, then fat stomach," said Chandra with a small chuckle.
"That's a big deal, huh? Cake Biyung," Givan added by putting his tent.
"Now, eaten. I'm gonna wash it first." Givan stepped towards his private bathroom.
He washes his hands, face and feet. After that, he went back to his wife and son. He listened for a moment to the chat Canda and Chandra, who were talking about his school.
"Later, I pass High School that seventeen years means yes?" Chandra is calculating her age of thirteen, but she is about to move up to second grade Junior High.
"Yes, when you were two years old" replied Givan, who had just chimed in on the conversation.
"Yes, I can't go straight to work, Dad? I graduated from seventeen years of high school."
Givan patted his eel. "Tell who to work? Continue the education! Biyung you're just continuing education, even though you finally broke down halfway." His son Givan had the highest possible education.
"Oh, old man is rich. I have to go to high school too, right?"
"Well, the mindset will be different later. A university near here, later while you teach business." Givan was enjoying the snack he bought earlier.
"What age can I marry?"
Givan wants to bite the pecker in his hand. Just about to go up to second grade Junior High, his son has asked about the age of marriage.
"Like you, Chandra! Importantly, you have income to pay for your wife later. Why the hell, how did you get married? What made you think of that marriage?" Givan glanced at his wife who was already yawning, although the snacks were still so much.
"Mas, please get me a drink." Canda pointed to the water in his room.
Givan stepped down, fetching a bottle of mineral water for his beloved wife. Then he sat back in his place.
"The balance is for tomorrow I have breakfast. I'm drowsy, when it comes. I wasn't sleepy."
It was calm, making him sleepy. Her sense of security, calm, and comfort arises, because she has seen her husband back.
"Yes, that's it." Givan gave the bolster that was near his feet.
Canda nodded, he straightened his legs and Givan helped to envelop his wife's body. "Just stay here with Chandra, keep me asleep." Canda dislikes it the most, if he is left unannounced while sleeping.
"Yes, you calm down. I'm not far." Givan enjoyed the food again, on a soft bed with his oldest son.
"Father's same story, why is there a thought to get married?" This was the first time for Givan and Chandra, they spoke not on the topic of religion, family, or science.
"It's okay, Dad. I just want to know. When can I get married, do I have to go back to school after graduating from high school?" Chandra repeated the question.
"Diamond...." Givan was a little confused to answer. But, he remembered this giving a question that had not been answered by his son.
"Yes, why do you want to get married? I'll tell you later, when is the right time for you to get married." Givan is smart enough to understand what someone is saying, he is smart enough to change the question but get the answer he wants. Instead of asking directly, do you have a boyfriend. Which will obviously make his son lie and avoid to answer it.
"I want a hug, Dad."
Givan is expressing himself like a fool. He was quite shocked to hear his son's answer, it was beyond his expectations. He thought that his son would answer that he now had a lover.
"Here Daddy hugs." Givan stretched out his hand.
Chandra shakes. "It's not the same Dad, it's the same girl, Dad."
"What kind of woman? Sister you're a girl, just you're a girl, grandma you're a girl." Givan pursed on a statement of who the woman was.
"He's not my brother, they're just ordinary. Same with my girls, Dad. Beautiful, fragrant." Chandra's view looks like it's looking far away.
"Whose cake is beautiful and fragrant?" Givan was not satisfied with his son's answer. He wanted to know the name of a woman who was the concern of his son.
"Grandfather Izza, Dad."
On Monday, Givan will pretend to pick up his son at school. Merely, because I want to know how an Izza who is stealing the attention of his son.
"Ohh, smell him this?" Givan seems not so curious about Izza's visuals, although in fact it is the opposite.
"Yes, Dad. Keep this him......
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