Dream Crack
RM152. Puberty
POV Author
Givan hurried to leave his wife asleep in his arms, hearing the door and door being knocked repeatedly. He remembered that he had some guests coming today.
Exactly, his right hand on duty in Singapore came with a sizable backpack. Keith smiled broadly by showing the shapely parcel of fruit pulling at Givan.
"Make the lady pregnant." Keith handed over the hand.
Givan accepted without saying thank you. "My wife prefers skincare. Anyway, bring some jicama juice. Long time hunting, never got. Never do it yourself, he said it was bad. That's not what he wants, because it feels bland to fit himself." Givan opened the door of his house wider, welcoming Keith to a seat.
"It's weird, Bang." Keith put his backpack near the luxurious sofa, then threw his body comfortably.
"Udah take a room, already paid three days. Here, keys. Room number ten." Givan dropped the key on Keith's lap.
"Step, Bang. I'm going to go out first some important documents, so you can listen first. After I rest, I'll come back here again to make it nice brother-nanya." Keith crouched down and opened the contents of his backpack. Three sets of clothes were not meaningful enough, rather than some thick documents that filled the space in his backpack.
"Where is it?" Givan sat on the couch near Keith and pulled out his backpack.
"Now, Bang." Some of Keith's documents were placed on the table, the rest were in Givan's lap.
"I'll call you later, if I have time. It's not just you who's coming." Givan opened the document.
"Ashik, have time with Ria." Keith's feelings were already flowery.
Givan glanced sharply at Keith. "Nothing! There ain't! Ria's not for you," she wrote in a deadly glance.
"Keep for whom? Ria wants to." Keith had longed to make out with the boss' sister-in-law.
He did not destroy Ria. But, the touch from Ria was enough to feed her ego. He wanted to have quality time with Ria, to bring out his time-blocked misses and blessings.
He knew his boss' sister-in-law had an interest in him. She understood, her sister-in-law was a normal woman who had started to need a man like her. Keith did not know yet, if among them there was a mature man who made Ria feel comfortable.
"You're the one that's itching!" cynical Givan is not friendly.
"Yes the same, actually, Bang. It's just that you don't know." Keith said, with eyes that were surrounding the contents of the living room. He did not know, if the pitch-black sharp netra was giving a deadly plot.
"Ehh...." Keith immediately bared his teeth as soon as he realized the plot was directed at him.
Keith put the key to the room in his pocket. "Room number ten, huh, Bang? Excuse me, will you?" Keith hurriedly saved himself.
He does not want his job to be at stake, because he desperately wants to have a brother-in-law Givan. He wants their relationship to be well received, without him pushy. After all, with Ria just serving it. That was enough for Keith, the most important thing was that Ria also had the same interest as him.
"Hmmm...." Givan just stood by watching Keith come out of his house.
Paying attention to his children, Givan did it periodically. Many questions he gave to each of his children who came to him and asked him for money. His experience and understanding, able to read the movements of his children who have experienced puberty.
"Dad...." Jasmine came to her foster father with a gloomy face.
"Why, Beautiful?" Givan spoke kindly.
"I'm bleeding." Jasmine immediately hugged her father with her fear.
He did not understand himself, it happened without cause and made him afraid. Wanting to ask someone who always accompanied him every day, he felt afraid of being cornered and accused of guilt.
"What is the wound? Let me see." Givan thought, his foster son has a gaping wound on his body.
Jasmine let go of her foster father's embrace. Then, he sat on the porch beside his father. He glanced at the middle of his body, then closed it with his palm.
"I peed and there was blood, Dad. I don't know why, I didn't make a mistake. I didn't fall and no one dared to hold onto this, Dad. I'm in line with Dad's message." Jasmine wiped her tears, while putting her immortality first for the past hour.
Givan glanced at the middle of his foster child's body. Then, he noticed Jasmine's face. He tried to understand what happened to the fourteen-year-old. The age gap between Key, Jasmine and Chandra is only one year apart. Key is one year older than Jasmine, Jasmine is one year older than Chandra.
"Did his pee hurt?" Givan thinks that his son has a problem with his bladder.
Jasmine shook her head, she hid her face on her father's arm and sobbed back.
"Dad, I'm scared." His voice shakes with his cry.
"Ohh...." Givan understands Jasmine's condition. Her eldest daughter, another woman, experienced this three years ago. Every month he asked Jasmine, apparently a new moon came today after the age of the child fourteen years. Had crossed his fear, because his foster children did not get menstruation for the first time. Apparently, the thing that is expected to come without notice, making the heart of the owner of the body afraid and do not understand the situation.
"That's a sign Jasmine is already puberty, Jasmine's sin is already counted as Allah. So good boy huh? The sholehah, who obey the same old man. Grandma grandpa, dato and ma Nilam are parents too, Jasmine should obey them. That bloody jasmine, her name is menstruation. Jasmine prayer break, holiday during menstruation." Givan embraced and rubbed the tiny arms of the child as white as his biological mother.
"Come to Biyung, we ask how to take care of the blood. Jasmine asked yes, what are the prohibitions and things that can be done during menstruation." Givan invites his foster children to enter his house.
"I don't want a day off, Dad. Later I will be followed by younger brothers."
Givan chuckled small. "Please, you can also memorize as well as Dad. So let's ask Biyung." Givan knew his wife was preening this afternoon. Their destination was the night market, Givan promised his wife.
Jasmine's terrified cry broke back, as she recounted the incident where she was dizzy thinking about her own circumstances. He did not dare to tell Hala, his nanny. He was worried about being asked questions that he could not answer, and then he was blamed.
Lucky, because he saw his foster father sitting on the porch watching his younger siblings who were playing. Although he was embarrassed and reluctant to ask, but he knew his foster father would not be able to blame him if the mood was good. He knew that his foster father was emotional. However, he also believes in the love of both. Because his first love, was his real father who was already comfortable in heaven.
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