The Father Boy
ALA141'S CHAT. First listener
"Why don't they come? You like to look for opportunities to ngerecokin Abang." I took over the plate in the tray, then sat on the porch of Grandma's house.
I miss living here. My grandmother was the one who cared the most about taking care of her grandchildren, if my baby was sick and our nanny was upset.
"Where is it, Bang. A brother whose mind is dirty continues."
Does he understand my direction? I was just saying that he was smoking me, not making me turn on.
"Yes broomstick, let it be clean." I started eating this food.
Because if later, yes later will forget to eat again.
"Rubber!" He mocked me and laughed at me.
"Where is! You're the pervert of times." I glanced at him, in between these food chews.
The rice has been mixed opor, can stretch later if I delay to eat.
"Where are the pervert women." Izza patted my arm.
"There was a PS rental case yesterday in Jambi." There are also women who are hyper s.
"Oh, yeah-yes. Do you want to rent PS there?" Her face sucks, it just makes me feel anxious.
"There's one you can hire, why rent PS him." I glanced at him by raising one eyebrow.
Flowers throw my face. Very brave little sister, because the touch is so familiar and not cringed.
"Updates of people, don't be like me." He laughed crisply.
Huh, seriously this?
"How many people?" I continue to finish this meal.
"Four, maybe. Either six."
Huh huh?
"Heh, if there's no way four yeah either five. How about six? Your calculations missed far away as it turned out. Either ten, if you can't figure it out." I bit this shrimp cracker.
His laughter was so loose. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you I was a rape victim at thirteen."
My mouth was open, with food I had not swallowed. He could have laughed earlier, revealing a case that he might have been quieting all this time.
"Why not swipe up to the family and report the police?" I quickly swallowed my food.
"I was scared back then, Bang. Because I'm the one who's not careful and dares to risk going out for the first time."
I'm getting curious. "Try telling me the details, Dek. Who were you raped, until you thought it was?" I don't think it was the family of her birth mother who raped Bunga.
"My girlfriend, Bang. He's more mature, eight years older than me. I'm thirteen, he's twenty-one years old and he's a security mall there."
Huh huh? It is fitting that he did not dare to tell anyone, the case likes to be laughed at by the police as well.
"Stupid you!" I can only shake my head.
Idih, crazy. The father's guess at that time was right as well, completely not missing the ending.
"You don't love your body? Until your body makes material for revenge?" My mother's side came out.
This is what I am most lazy with myself, because I easily feel sorry for others just hearing his life story.
"Kasian, now. I don't know about it." He laughed discordantly. "First person who heard my story, don't tell my dad, Bang." He looked towards me.
Horrified, want to convey also have to tell a story from where it used to be.
"After the blood check, are you healthy?" I'm afraid he's contracted a contagious disease.
He nodded his head. "I'm healthy, Bang. After yesterday's incident, I've never done s**s again. Because I'd rather see a drunk man see me, than conquer him in bed. Because it's more excruciating, than seeing it droop. It would be stupid, if I wanted to get a man? If it's just for him to turn on, he'll be tormented himself."
Just like Dad said, too.
I approached his ears. "But not your brother either, let alone brother. Poor thing, no wife." I whispered to him.
He patted his own lap. He looked at me and laughed at himself. To the point that laughter is contagious to me. He succeeded, making the hospitality in my face again even if only temporarily.
"Calm down, I'll take care of you." He patted and rubbed my arm.
"They are?!" I glanced at him and finished my spoonful of food again.
"That's it! Later selection of women that you approach, but later one of them do not I, Bang?" His crisp laugh was coming out again like a room freshener.
"You think?!!" I put my empty plate on him.
He was wide open, his eyes even watering for a moment. I smiled faintly, taking some mineral water from the glass she was carrying. Then I opened the plastic and drank it.
"Don't until you have a feeling to me right, I continue to have to choose myself," he explained later.
"Yes my brother doesn't want you to either." I glanced at him cynically.
He laughed and patted my arm again. Until my drinking water spilled, because of his movements.
"Kan Abang itches." He accused me instead.
"You're the one that itches." I turned the ledge.
"Oh, no! Cool out! I have my own way of dealing with it." Then he showed his fingers in front of my face.
Uh, uh…. How do I understand, huh?
I cupped his hands together, then cracked them together. My eyes were watering, discussing this random thing.
Yes indeed, there are fingers each finger that can satisfy themselves. Silly indeed, even a few days ago I finished myself with my hand. The first thing I've done in my entire life, because it's hard to sleep.
I hope I don't repeat it another time.
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