The Father Boy
ALA126S. Sharing everything
"Izza asked to get the MRI, Pakwa." I walked out of the room to the balcony of his room following him.
"Oh, continues?" Pakwa even smokes.
I'm actually uncomfortable, if I accompany people who smoke like this. I am uncomfortable because I do not smoke.
"There is no canal, Pakwa. How's nice? Do you want to take immediate action, or do we explain first what the condition of Izza is?" I'm less of a real expert if I have to re-explain it to Izza.
"Direct action only, if explained first later he stress again because of thought. Just this, Bang. After the action do not first immediately made pregnant. Later there will be instructions, when you can relate to him again. Well, the time after the relationship returned it, can not be immediately impregnated, which means you throw it outside or what so, basically do not make her pregnant first. Check up also do not stay, check up regularly until it is completely clear. But remember, these fibroids can recur. Which means, she could be in Izza's womb again. Maybe in a new place, maybe in the same place." Pakwa spoke with smoke coming out of his mouth.
How can you not choke?
"Well, I thought he'd make a full recovery?" I let out my breath.
"It can be cured completely as well as possible. But not infrequently the case even exists again and there is more, depending on the pattern of life and food as well. You see, Izza is at risk of having fibroids again because of this heredity. But if not quickly taken, fear grows even bigger. You really don't feel that Izza's belly is big at the bottom?" Pakwa rubbed his stomach.
Pakwa stood by leaning against the balcony guardrail, while I sat on the terrace chair. The seat is comfortable to sit on, relaxes.
"Yaaa, how is it? From the beginning his stomach was so, Pakwa." Not that I want to vilify my wife, but since Junior High her stomach is folded despite being thin.
I will never look at the physical, the important thing is his heart and obedience in my opinion.
"Yes, that's what it is, Bang." Pakwa exhaled his cigarette smoke again.
"Keep, how do you throw it outside? I mean, let's not get pregnant." I've heard this discussion with my father, only I don't go into it and listen to it.
"You're the same as the wife dumped him inside?" Pakwa was astonished.
How is it true?
"Well, how is it? Time to be uprooted, is it good again?" Pakwa laughed when he heard my words.
Is something wrong?
"You don't know what it's like to poop in the chest, throw it in the stomach, throw it in the face? It was a long time when you were married, not all kinds of models you wear?" Pakwa shook his head repeatedly.
Is that allowed?
"Well, aren't you pregnant, Pakwa? Time to dump it outside? After all, I don't know how" dumped in Izza wasn't pregnant either.
Uh, he was laughing.
"For variety, sometimes it's okay. If you want to go out, pull it out, keep sequencing your own hands until it comes out."
I've seen it in adult films. It's just, I'll skip if the movie is like that. That's the least interesting thing.
"Yes again at the top of the table, Pakwa. How good would it be to have it removed?" I can't imagine the delights that must be forcibly uprooted.
"Wisdom too, we will sort ourselves. You never play alone?"
Isha! Kinda crazy.
"Research proves, ninety percent of married men still occasionally do it themselves. Because what? Because the sensation is different."
"I'm a ten percent group that means. So that sometimes males, why else have to do it yourself?" I stretched my neck muscles.
I don't realize if Pakwa looks at me. I also only found out after the stretch is finished, if you pay attention so intensely.
"You ever obrolin with your dad about this?" Turn to serious mode.
He exhaled his cigarette smoke, then pressed the cigarette butts against the fence before throwing them away. Pakwa then sat next to me.
"Udah, said the father bosen ambience. I kept telling her to take a vacation, but still so. There was a slight change in time at Izza's house, but at the beginning." In fact, the frequency of the relationship was almost never if Izza had not asked.
I feel sorry for him more. I was afraid of our activities, making her in pain because of her fibroids. Because I can't control the pace, if it's lulled with the flavor it gives.
"According to Pakwa, is it because of what?" I looked towards him.
"Ouch…." Pakwa massaged his nose. "I'm afraid to take it with your uncle, Ghifar. He's got a problem so bad, it's a psychiatrist routine." Pakwa turned her head towards me, then she looked straight ahead again.
"Do I need to take medication too? I can stand up, but sometimes it's hard. More often, it should be put in the mouth first." This is my ninja path.
Pakwa bobbing head. "And you are not the flesh of Ghifar. Your father is still tight in frequency, if talking in a coffee shop, sometimes Pakwa to envy."
Is he not like Dad? It looks like a greedy one too like a father.
"What's normal, for a twenty-two-year-old man?" tanyaku later.
"It's clear that below two five, it's a quick response and he can continue to get in touch after being expelled because his blood flow is still strong there. So there is research, the mature age of a man is twenty-five years. Mature condition of his body, not about his mind. The duration depends on the control. But that age is still long. As old as Pakwa, three minutes is good."
Huh huh? Seriously? Is it three minutes?
"But dad you can sampe five and ten by yourself, for the point game only. Not combined from warming."
Ohh, I guess three minutes with the warm-up. It can't be that fast, right?
"Praise your father is two years different, but he excels a lot about it. Youth is not much different, but apparently the maintenance is different." Pakwa chuckled small.
"How am I, Pakwa? I was thinking. If I'm my age, what's normal about once a week?" I was thinking of getting treatment too, because maybe I wasn't healthy about the bed.
"If once a week yes still normal actually, because it concerns the needs as well. But at that age, the need for it is still great. Unless, you're a field worker working with energy. Usually, they are tired at home. You don't, cake just dizzy brain, right? Physical wedge, nothing. So it must be greedy to do that activity, because the man must not feel well if he does not sweat. Not just men, women are the same. But surely they need more activities, because physical activity is less. Two or three times a week, the same age as normal according to Pakwa's observations. Try talking to Zio who is the same new bride as well, sharing empty."
So, in my sense this isn't normal?
"Certainly, what's the way out? Do you know the solution to Papa Ghifar's situation?" I've heard of Papa Ghifar who has a dysfunction**k*i.
"The prosecutor does not know for sure according to the science, do you want to be directed to a psychologist or psychiatrist as well? If the solution is from your uncle, he should get a reliable and greedy woman with him. Because you could say, he is like a king who wants to be served and satisfied. Do you have the same desire?" Pakwa.
I thought with the pecking of a Flower. Am I thirsty for female physical beauty? Or, do I feel sorry for Izza?
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