The Father Boy
ALA105'S CHAT. Shunted
"Shttt…. Izza is the same." Dad interfered with the confiding session, with a handful of red money moving in.
"Where is Izza?" I can't believe I heard this.
"In the living room. He's going in, he's going to open the fence. Dad's coming too, coming to the house. There you go, pale him."
Well, the scents he's in pain.
I got up straight away, then walked quickly to the living room. Anyway, I care about him a lot. Especially the nights like this he came, it seemed like something was an emergency.
"Za, are you okay?" ask directly.
"Devents." He immediately stood up, expressing as if he was going to cry and hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry, Bang. I'm going where you're going." It was immediately as much as it pleased.
"Everybody wants to sleep, he's crying, Chandra. The sleep-sleeping was sobbing," said mr. check later.
"I'm sorry?" I framed her face and kissed her forehead long ago.
Oh my God, I tortured my own wife.
"I'm coming with Brother, take me on, Bang." He rubbed my temple.
"Yes, Honey. Sorry huh? Which is why, which obeys." I still framed his face, I wiped his tears.
His nose immediately flushed.
"Okay, eleh-elegy." Biyung appeared with her voice tearing.
"Biyung, I'm sorry." Izza immediately moved to embrace the new arrival.
"Sorry for what, Dek? No need to apologize." Biyung looked at me, her hands rubbing Izza's back.
"Ish, Dad dong hugged too." The appearance of father thawed the atmosphere.
Izza suddenly no longer cried, he chuckled and returned to my arms. Missed me too with this one creature, it always made me feel so sorry for him.
"Dad, his evil aura seems right when he smiles."
It wasn't me who said it, but that young lady in a body pear. He also appears, then kisses his uncle Izza's hand.
Polite as well.
"About, this is my heart Hajj tau." Biyung hugged dad from the side and wrestled his arms.
Dad laughed loosely, then embraced biyung to sit on the sofa. Seeing their affection and warmth, I was always envious.
"Sit yuk?" I took Izza to sit next to her uncle.
"It doesn't seem like Biyung? I'd say that smile is even a big cake of threats, not sweet." The opinion of this flower is just there.
"No, yayah is handsome." Biyung seems to be really drunk dad since long ago until now.
Especially if you wear sunglasses, the bastard emanated once. In fact, Ra once argued that dad was like a joker. It wasn't as wide as his mouth, but the pull of his cheek when the smile was deep enough as Jefri Nichol. Damage his badboy once, unfortunately the aura was nothing down.
My laughter broke, because it sounded like a crocodile's booing from my father's mouth. Because I know, you never say anything with words like this. Once you hear, you're amused.
"How many children did Mr. Givan take care of?" ask his uncle Izza.
"How much? Bunga already searching, Ra went home alone to I fit fifth grade SD. Village, far since childhood." Like I remember something.
"Yes, why doesn't little Ra's deck want to go with Mr. Givan? A real child, right?"
The conversation doesn't talk about us. Thankfully, at least we didn't get awkward about this.
"Yes a biological child, refer to the same Canda still have Ra. Failed KB that, style want to menggepil, uh forget first." Dad laughed thinly.
"My wife was never KB, but it's hard to have offspring too. Have one son, after seven years' marriage."
Really? I thought about our fate, because Izza's family has a hard trace of getting pregnant.
"I used to marry a three-year-old pregnant wife, had Chandra tuh. Born, his son was afraid of people. Called cry, the loud sound of a little direct mebek." Dad looked at me.
"It's lucky it's not so much anymore, sir?" My uncle Izza looked at me.
"Well that's it, so it is. If the Cirebon people say, badeg, bangor. Hard to say, thick ears. So, we are both guiding. Together with arahin, for they are both young."
It smelled like Izza and me.
"Yes that was before Izza was entrusted, I said it was Chandranya. It wants so, yes while it can be repaired it is fixed. A courtship period of up to a decade, marriage only lasts a month? We have women, we must be ashamed of them, Mr. Givan. Please, don't embarrass Izza. Kasian, who is he? Parents don't have any. I also want to say, please Mr. Givan also take part in advising and directing Izza. I can't always, because sometimes I'm not at home because of work. His name is a child, he knows about any household from whom is that right? His aunt, my wife wasn't always home either. Sometimes he sleeps at the child's house, brought home with the child, if I'm not home for a long time. So where does she want to get this household advice from, right? Yesterday, she became a career woman. Tau himself, Father. Izza was diligent overtime, so it belonged to all the stuff." Uncle Izza looks wise.
The problem is, Izza accepted not advised in-laws?
"Ready, ready. InshaaAllah, I can consider Izza a son of my own. Origin…." Dad held up his index finger. "Izza can think of me and his wife, his own parents." I looked at Izza. "There is no need to hesitate. Not to judge, but if anything is told. We will not side with our own children, which is wrong in our eyes we must blame. Women and men also, who received if advised. We, this old man, have tasted the sweetness of household bitterness. Admonished, because dear, do not want the child to feel the same events." Dad looked at my face too.
Izza and Izu nodded in turn.
"It's good that way, Mr. Givan. I'm home too, keep saying Izza. We don't want any divisions, let alone they're a corn. This is still in the introductory phase. Chandra does not know the true nature of Izza, Izza was surprised by the true nature of Chandra. Because it must be different households. Like, the smell of his fart just found out now." His uncle Izza chuckled small.
"Well that's it. I'm five years of adjustment with the wife, there's just a fuss and a problem." Dad embraces the biyung, then rubs the shoulders of the biyung.
Right don't they till it takes as long as it's just for introduction? But what about me? Do I have to wait five years too?
"There must be, sir. I used to be, a recok in-law. That's it, made a big deal. Moreover, if it looks in the eyes of his son does not use gold, it was already fatal really tuh."
Completely different households, different stories. From here I understand, I should be able to give Izza jewelry as well.
"The benchmark husband here is indeed gold from before, sir. The province is not rich in money, but rich in gold." Dad confirmed that.
"Rubber, Mr. Givan. Gold savings, gold bars sell here." Uncle Izza glanced towards the wall clock.
"Izza is here, Mr Givan? Tomorrow it's either to go back there, or get better there. Again drizzle also the problem, fear of pain."
"Oh, yes. Thank you for writing Izza, sir." Dad took Uncle Izza out.
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