Office Hour
Theater Door Closed
The Mother...
Why I'm ber... Handsome daddy?
Trouble.
By: Nayaka Tanurahardja (5 years)
"His face could be a bit ugly, right?"
The absurd question plagues the heart of my son.
Kebayang no, there are more fathers who watered trees wearing torn t-shirts, shorts and flip-flops, while enjoying the breeze of South Jakarta, given such questions.
I can only answer :
"Ikhlasin is Nay's time." I said.
The real heartache. But you can't be angry either.
"I'm bosen entrusted with a grandiose gift for Dad... Keep going every day on nanya 'Nayaka when will her papa pick her up again?' Mending the prize to me, this is not... There's also no cake gift, dad's food..."
I could only stare at the grumbling Nayaka while playing 'mothers' in Mr. Hans's garden.
"So early this morning there was also a nanya, Nayaka, father there is a marriage plan again is not? Aunty would really like to be a second or third or fourth wife or to a dozen..."
Uh, buset...
"don't tell my mother." grunted me.
"Dad's word, Mommy's gone to the aunt's house."
Anjr!
"Mother said why not go there?!" i'm panicking.
"Hum..." Nayaka kind of thought. Cute looks so if again micing-micing eyes so, kind of pretend again think of how to reduce inflation. "Said mother want to count.." his hiss.
"Huh?"
I thought for a second
Two seconds
Three seconds
"You make that calculation, Boyo..." Mas Yan's voice in the direction of Nayaka.
From earlier he was again nemenin Nayaka play 'mothers'. She's Nayaka's guest.
"His tea added again Mr Lurah?" ask Nayaka.
"Bolteeh... The tea is delicious deh Nay." said Mas Yan.
"I call him Jeng, Pakde." Nayaka protested.
"Oh yeah, Jeng Nay..." Mas Yan smirked, continuously pretending to inhale water from the empty plastic cup.
"Pakde, I'm the tea ballom, how come it's been shaved?!"
Mas Yan diem's.
I was busy with hape, trying to get in touch with Milady.
Again panicked because it did not memorize Meilinda number and finally flirted to the Whatsap application, something tugged at my shirt.
"Om, for Ceban dong." Ravana (6th) with his violent face.
"Om busy, Papa you're richer than Om." I'm cuek.
"Papa never holds cash, Om. At best he said 'sana to Om Arman aja'. Then I have been asked to papa, then want to buy chicken noodles I ask money to him given by Giro, I just love his brother, even diomelin..."
"That's the brother of the chicken noodles bego, I wrote in the check tuh 500 thousand loh.." murmured Mas Yan.
"Honey Don't Teach Iwan Maki-Makian!!" milady shouted from inside the house. The distance from the park to the house is about 20 meters. I think he bought a new toa.
"Yeah.." Mas Yan.
"Why is it?!" I'm takjud.
"CCTV is a new model that can hear crickets." Mas Yan pointed at the CCTV above the garden lights with his white beard.
"What the hell is Pakde?" whispered Nayaka with sparkling eyes.
"Lower intelligence tends to have a low IQ." said Mas Yan.
Nayaka tilted her head, then leaned her body, whispering again.
"What's the lowest IQ, Pakde?"
"Udah dong Nay." I complained.
"How heavy? Hunt the cabman away!" Ravana.
"Papa has a Michelin chef, Iwaaan... You want meatballs any model he can make! Why do you have to snack on roadside meatballs anyway?!" gerutu Mas Yan's.
"No idea, Dad, it tastes better. Besides it can also help the economy of the small people around here..."
Mas Yan and I became silent again...
A 6-year-old child is thinking about economics. Fixed will be his minister...
"Did I call Atmana, ask for a ministerial slot for Iwan?" whispered Mas Yan.
"Mas, it's still 20 years away, times."
"Who knows I'm dead in 20 years, his future is guaranteed..."
"No need to be weird." I muttered as I reached into my wallet.
There's 50thousand.
"Don't forget the kemba."
"I'm a contract of my friends yaaaaa." Ravana has been driving to the front of the gate while carrying a blue sheet from my wallet.
"That's 3 days' worth of cigarette rations." I lamented.
Mas Yan fiddled with his phone.
"Heka, are you in the front post? Yeah, Ravana's headed there for some meatballs. Make sure his brother washes his hands thoroughly clean before concocting his meatballs. If he sneezed, forcibly wash his hands in the bathtub.." growled Mas Yan.
Duiles...
"Darling... Where are you?" I finally managed to contact Meilinda.
"You don't have to show up again at Nayaka's school! I just hit the desperate one so your fourth third bini!!"
From his somewhat hoarse voice like he had just been blaring blindly.
"I'm not guilty of you, still emotional!" he's a bit sewot. "I'll be home soon. We need to take this matter more seriously, I'm afraid it's affecting Nayaka."
What I'm a little worried about is Meli, sometimes she's unstable.
Not 'sometimes' anymore, often...
Especially when it comes to me.
Lately I also noticed him when he was talking with similar mothers, like Milady and Selena... Plus Bianca or Mitha. It seemed like he was being quiet. Like not confident.
Do I need a consultation with a marriage psychologist? I like not knowing that women have feelings.
So after making sure no one was physically injured, not knowing that mentally, I ended up finishing the watering plant and joined the tea lying on the mat Nayaka.
"Nay, why doesn't the tea use water?" my many.
"Kalo use water the name is not playing mother-mother dong Yah! That's real!" Nayaka protest again.
Okay..
Logic of a 5 year old.
Plus she's a girl, so it's indisputable.
We who are this man are better spoiled than the local earthquake.
"Dad is now the driver of Naya who came to the house asking for a salary that could not be paid." he said gave me a role.
Not really bonafit my position.. have seen the soap opera which the hell is he?!
"Mom... Kasian... It has not been paid a year.." I said just so.
"Lohs?! How the hell are you?! Your salary is every month we transfer loh! Go to your wife's account!" Nayaka pretended to show a mobile phone screen, from a banana leaf sheet.
I'm the same Mas Yan look-vision.
Why does the nagging tone look so much like Meilinda?!
"What kind of kid are you teaching?!" insinuating Mas Yan while whispering.
While Nayaka still nagging unclear.
I was busy thinking about who should be responsible for the formation of the child's personality.
"Bakso! The meatballs!" Ravana grinned while carrying a chicken bowl.
"For.." my siss.
"Pick meatballs what's up for pay, huh?!" exciting Nayaka.
"Bakso." I replied.
"can't dong dad! Should've chosen me, I'm Dad's son!!" Nayaka Jerite.
Lah...
"Died on these three tablets, I finished it?!" sahut Ravana's.
"Eh, no.." my siss.
"Dad Jahaaattt!!!" Nayaka screaming.
"Why did you become an evil father?!" i protest.
"Your father is evil, used to like to make your mother cry." Mas Yan stove.
"Well.mmmm...." Ravana entered the meatballs at once two of his feathers.
"Simply.." my sizzle.
Meilinda's coming.
"Why is this a fuss?" ask Meilinda. He got out of the car while riding Yoga.
Nayaka screamed louder and louder.
"Dad jahaaat!!! Prefer meatballs over payday!! Keep saying you like to cry and peliiittt!!"
His words are mixed.
"Darling..." Meilinda looked at me haunted.
"Not me." I said quickly. Males is like this.
Milady's coming.
"Bataragunadi Rahwana!! Where did you get that meatball?! Hygienic what is it? That brother wash his hands first do not pee time make the meat?!" she hysterically sees Ravana eating a meatball. If I get angry with my mom, I say her full name.
"It's over, Mah!" sahut Ravana relax.
"Honey how can you get him to eat meatballs anyway?!" Milady nagged to Mas Yan.
"Dimas who gives money." said Mas Yan while holding hands looking at me cunningly.
"Byeah!!" I tried to protest.
"Dimas! What if he's strep throat again?!" Milady nagging.
"I'm fighting angry at the brazen girls who ngefans like you, you even say I'm stingy?!" omelette Meilinda.
"Naya doesn't like having a wife like twoaaaaa!!!" nayaka Jerrit.
"Enak loh Nay, later who gave you a snack there are two mothers." Mas Yan stove again.
I'm silent.
Dingy.
"Yes, I have a wife of two!! Yes Mother yaaaa?! Let Naya serve a lot!!" Nayaka suddenly sparkled.
"Mom want some meatballs? there is only one.." rahwana.
"Said not to eat meatballs brothers! So stubborn! How many bowls have you finished?!" Omelette Milady.
"Practiced five bowls equal Om Dimas." Ravana Sahut.
Milady glared at me.
Meilinda pouted at me.
Me?
Continue the tree, as well as my head.
Basic bocil...
(TAMAT)