He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 6 - Sugar Duda

"Papa, Mama, Om, Aunt and my little ones?" khaira said with sparkling eyes welcoming the arrival of the two parents, om, aunt, and the boys who are his sister and cousin. One by one he hugged and evaporated the longing that he had so longed for.

"Papa's son seems to be getting older. How are you, honey?" asked Zafran while rubbing the head of Khaira.

"Alhamdulillah, fine, Pa. Come on in, it's cold in here."

"From that cake, almost aja om so frozen man here," Akmal chirped directly come in after Zafran.

"Good dong, Om. Stay fried means," said Khaira laugh who immediately got a flick on his forehead.

"Oh," ringis Khaira rubbed his now reddish forehead.

"Feel, so be the girl do not look," said Akmal.

"Ish, Om what the hell! Aunt Aisyah, look Om Akmal here, when I'm doing rancid." Khaira put on a sullen face and hugged Aisyah, but instead of defending, the woman laughed at her husband and nephew who always fussed when they met.

In contrast to Aisyah, Zafran and Ainun were only head bobbing at the absurd behavior between om and niece that had never changed from the past until now.

Khaira was so happy to welcome a warm morning. The sudden arrival of his family is like a drug that can treat longing and eliminate the fear that had been afflicted.

"Son, how's the school?" ask Ainun.

"Alhamdulillah, smoothly, Ma."

"Ra, aren't you interested in that same guy? Om knows your school is only for girls, but there must be a boy who likes you just from looking at you at a glance, right?" celoteh Akmal's.

"Husss, what the hell are you, Mal. Khaira is still a child, not yet the time he is interested in men, if there is, he should not deal with Khaira before asking permission to me as his father," said Zafran firmly.

"Yes, Pa."

"You hear me, Ra? If there is, ask him for permission to your father" whispered Akmal.

"Act." Zafran is now staring hard at his cousin's sister who likes to influence her daughter, even though she knows all is just joking.

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Elsewhere, a large family was having breakfast together. They consisted of two middle-aged women, three middle-aged men, and three young men of the same age.

"So, how's your school, boy? Aunt heard from your dad, you're still in high school?" ask one of the women.

Boy reflexively turned to his father who was still focusing on eating. "At High School exciting aunt, so Boy at home there," he replied reasoned.

"Well, when were you there, your age was almost the head of two tablets, your cousin ajar again KKN, is it you? Ckckck." The look of disdain from all that was there now led to him.

"Yes, Boy. Look at David and Willy, they're your old playmates, you're the same age, but why are you left behind, your two cousins are done, even David received a job offer from his internship company yesterday, you? Boro-boro college, graduated high school yet."

Boy bowed to hear the words of his two aunts which actually made him more cornered.

"Hey, Boy, do you want me to guide you in your studies? At least this year you graduated and didn't become an eternal student or a legend student" The whole person at the table laughed, not least the father who laughed, and the father who laughed, making Boy feel even more unappreciated.

"I'll go to the toilet first."

After coming from the toilet, instead of returning to the dining table, Boy went straight to his motorbike parked in the yard, he no longer intended to hear the babbling of those who always dropped him.

Boy is a hard man, but his heart could have been hurt because of his own family's attitude. Since the mother left, he was really heartbroken, not enough to be a victim of broken home, he was even more ignored and underestimated by his own family. The family that should be the foundation to strengthen, actually makes it more destroyed.

Satisfied with advancing his motorbike, Boy now decided to stop at the cafe which has always been his meeting place with gang friends. With a quick step he stepped onto the table that was in the corner, at least he could calm down there while waiting for the arrival of Khaira, the girl who for some reason just by looking at him, his heart became calm.

Just as Boy sat down, he could already see the girl from a distance. However, there was a scene that slightly tickled his heart at this moment. How not, now Khaira is not serving customers, he seems to be sitting opposite an adult man who is a little younger than his father. Even so, the man looked very handsome and charismatic with a little fine fur that adorned both sides of his face.

Boy's curiosity led the man to a table not too far from the table where Khaira and the man were. Hoping that he could find the answer to his curiosity from their conversation that he could hear.

"Who is he? Is he his father?" thought. "No-no, he's too young to be Khaira's father, after all Ifan said, Khaira doesn't live with her parents here" he said, shaking his head.

Shortly after, the adult man went to the toilet. However, the arrival of a boy who was about 11 years old made him even more curious.

"Who else are they? Was he that boy from earlier? Oh my God, is she not the sugar of Khaira's widow? the man grew more worried and guessed.

"Who are you? If I'm his sugar duda, what's the matter with you? Are you spying on him?"

Like an electric shock, Boy's body immediately felt stiff when he realized the adult man was now behind and immediately sat in front of him.

"So right, Om sugar dudanya Khaira?" great-granddaughter Boy, as if his guts shrieked from getting a sharp look from the man before him.

"Say who are you? You've been caught spying, I'll report you to the police."

Instead of answering Boy's curiosity, the man he suspected of sugar widower actually posed a threat to him. Not accepting the threat, Boy immediately rose from his seat.

"I can also report on Om's illicit relationship with an underage girl like Khaira." Boy stared intently at the man without the slightest fear.

"God this kid really doesn't know how to be polite," the grown man grumbled.

"What's wrong with you guys?" A soft voice from beside them instantly diverted the attention of the two men of different ages.

"Khaira, you know? He's been spying on you since."

"Om don't be careless, Khaira, get ready, I'll take you home, don't eat the sweet talk of this old man."

Khaira's eyes immediately broke into hearing Boy's words. He was not only surprised because Boy knew his name, but also because of his words were so rude to the father.

"Eh, look after you, old man, this is my Papa."

Boy's sharp gaze instantly disappeared somewhere, he turned to look at Khaira with a face that now looks pale.

"Ja-so in-he's be-real Pa-pamu?" boy asked stammered, somehow his tongue now feels funny, even to just make a sound feels so heavy for him.

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