Leaning Sweet Me
The problem between happy plans

Farrel opened the can and drank it."That's why I came here, did you get her pregnant? Just say...."

"You're crazy!!!"

"Dead to say yes or no,"

Alan poured the wine back into his glass, "I don't remember." and then he lifted the glass and downed it all at once.

"Oh...God comeon! don't you remember ever doing anything with her." Alan did not answer.

Her thoughts were bright that night, the night she spent with Tasya. You can get pregnant.

Just thinking about it made him frustrated, Alan continued to chug the wine, this time he chugged it from his bottle straight away. Made Farrel shake his head.

"You're totally crazy AL, crazier than I used to be. Who only caught my mom in the elevator alone, while you...."

Alan did not ponder, his mind was still full of questions that he himself could not answer.

And the answer was just to meet Tasya and ask directly. Haisss, silly.

"But how is it possible?" mumbling slowly.

"It's possible that if you're stupid, your tadpole can move faster than a rocket to get to the moon. Really stupid."

Mac laughed without a sound. Tadpole, rocket jeez...Mas.

"You're Mac, I know you're laughing at me, right?"

Mac gasped, "No Mas.., not at all!"

Alan grinned, "Curtain...Already, get out of here! You guys just give me a headache."

"And don't you just talk, I'll investigate it first." pointed it out to Farrel.

"Investigate what? You're gonna ask if it's your tadpole or not... That's so!"

Alan snorted, "I didn't know the tadpole could just come out."

"Haisss, it could be. He's got a long tail! Slippery and nimble, not so Mac."

Gosh, I didn't think the cold and smart boss strategized could be this stupid, tadpole also said, Don't let everyone know. Inner Mac, with a hold of laughter.

Farrel turned to him, "Mac explained to this fool how a tadpole can fly."

"Chih ... You're smart now with that,"

Farrel puffed out his chest, then patted it once. "Prospective husband, don't you take me for granted. That's why I told her the science."

"Once you pump it, tuh tadpole fly even up to the ceiling of the house." Say it again.

"Pppfftt, the science of flying tadpoles...." Mac Mummies.

"Isn't it Mac?" farrel asked, which even he did not understand very well.

"Let's Mac answer, you're married, so know how that tadpole can make you pregnant, even though I just don't know when to fly." Reveal Alan.

Mac shook his head. "How do I explain it yes, it's hard too." scratching the back of his head.

"You're also a fool, how stupid your wife is."

"At least my tadpole has grown up now," Mac chuckled with his own words.

Alan shook his head, "I have to see him,"

"You're gonna ask him directly?"

"Of course, then if it's really my tadpole, why didn't he see me? I mean don't tell me."

But I saw him when I got out of this apartment, did he want to see me?

Farrel shrewdly, "Where do I know ... Maybe he's embarrassed, or his mood swings get worse when he sees you, it could be. Pregnant women say they have mood swings, is it really Mac?"

"True Mas, sometimes they are angry suddenly, do not want to be close, but sometimes do not want to be left, even if only to the bathroom. Irritating," Mac explained.

Farrel's eyebrows raised one. "It's that bad?"

What if my sister is pregnant. Will it be like that, how will my tadpole later.

Mac nodded, "Even telling me to sleep outside!" fretfully.

This time it was Alan who turned his head, "Really? You did?"

"Forced...His cruelty even beats my guts" he said by downing his soft drink.

Alan and Farrel swallowed saliva as Mac downed his drink.

"Who said?" Said Alan and Farrel together.

Mac stared at the two in turn, "My own wife said."

They both nodded.

"I have to see him!!" Alan got up from his seat but his body was limp.

Mac swiftly propped him up, "He drinks mostly."

Farrel chuckled, "Stupid, he's never drunk this much Mac."

Alan finished 3 bottles of wine with the highest alcohol, until he was unconscious. Mac laid Alan on the couch, while Farrel, who had taken the keys to his room, was upstairs to open the door.

"Mac brought the fool here." cried Farrel from the room.

Mac asks Alan to go up the stairs to his bedroom. "It's so heavy boss,"

"That's because I'm too much of a sin Mac, oh yes you? what are you doing here."

"I don't remember at all ever making my tadpole fly Mac. Hahaha, isn't it very funny that it's my son Mac."

Alan began to fumble, walking staggeringly. And Mac had to expend extra power to hold his body.

Brakkk

Mac just dropped Alan's body on the bed. Until Farrel who was trying to open the closet turned to him.

"He's so heavy!!" he said by breathing out.

Mac looked at Farrel who was certainly curious about Alan's firearm. And Farrell saw it.

"I just wanted to see Mac for a minute" he said as he looked at Mac's gaze as if asking him.

Slowly Farrel opened the drawer where the weapon was placed, wrapped in black cloth and quite heavy. The type of FN 5 7 that only he knows is in a game that he often plays with Andra.

Ah that boy when he came home, it felt so long ago.

"Mas.." muttered Mac as Farrel was about to hold him curious.

Farrel turned his head, looking at the Mac moving his head left and right. Don't try to touch it.

Farrel exhaled and retracted his hand, almost touching it out of curiosity but he puffed it out because his guts were not that big to hold a weapon. Don't fuck around, honey.

Those words passed through his head. The Mac that kept staring at him without blinking, was even sharpening. I'm not that brave, Mac.

"Let's go home Mac...." He closed Alan's closet.

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Farrel returns home with an answer he didn't get from Alan,

"Mac did you hear what he said just now? How could he not remember it one bit." He said as he exited the elevator.

Mac simply nodded, he couldn't answer for sure either. Only Alan and Tasya alone and of course God knows.

"This problem makes my brain branch" Farrel murmured.

After they came out of Alan's apartment, Mac drove his 4-wheeled vehicle down an already crowded street, plus the rain that began to sparkle.

"What did you feel when you were getting married?"

Mac frowned, then smiled, "We were betrothed to Mas, so I didn't feel anything while getting married!"

Farrel nodded, "There's still a Mac betrothed?"

"There was, a lot. Even as a debt collector there is, too,"

" Report of debt?"

"It was meant to be married as a means of repayment of his parents' debts, so it was considered paid off by Mas." Mac explained without taking his eyes off.

"Is there a Mac?"

Mac nodded, "Maybe Mas too." Mac chuckles.

"But Mas is lucky to be married to a girl who also loves Mas, love each other. And no more problems that get in the way, just wait for that day to come."

"Hm...Just waiting for Andra!"