The Father Boy
ALA154'S CHAT. Tan Malaka
It was great to see Bunga and Farras running around playing ball on the futsal court next door that had not been booked, they were so happy and free even though the time was getting night. Just imagine, half twelve nights they were still giggling.
"Bring it home first, Bang. Probably drowsiness." Uncle Gavin did not take his eyes off the match of his fellow friends.
They were gambling, not like me and Uncle Gavin just watching. Actually it is also wrong for us to be here, if anyone knows, we are also subject to the law. But how, this is our entertainment.
"Farras, sleepy yet?" Funny I have a little cousin like this, she deserves a niece.
"To Alpha, Bang." He ran towards me.
This child is strong snacking, whether it is finished how many packs of ciki-kian. Maybe this is what keeps his body contained, even though he likes to stay up late.
There's a sound of people yawning quite disturbing. I watched the Flower pick up the ball and put it near the door of the futsal court net, it was not yawning. His eyes and face were still sugar.
"Bang, buy another dong." He smiled broadly at me.
"Come, kiss dong first." I pointed at my left cheek.
"Bang, hold it." Farras raised both his hands towards me.
"Okay, it's a promise." I diverted my attention from the Flower and crouched down to lift Farras' body.
However, the boy n*****t instead gave his wet lips on my left cheek.
"The Any**g!" I rubbed my cheek that had just been soaked by him.
I lost my focus when I lifted Farras' body. Because busy wanting to curry the corpse flower.
"Basic, cabo! Brother himself was molested!" I kicked the back part with my knee.
He pushed a little, then rubbed the part behind him and laughed looking at me. He was snarling from his place, as if he wanted to kiss me again.
"Kiss baby, my goodness. Not a pervert kiss." He walked up to me with his arms spread out as if he wanted to embrace me and Farras.
"No! Nah! Nah! Gilai you are!" I backed off and took aim.
His laughter was more satisfied, he immediately hugged me and Farras so tightly. In fact, he jumped into excitement.
Judging from his face, there is no sign of b***i there. Maybe he is just a fad, or it is true if he gives a smile dear.
"Cat rice, Bang. Bowel satay, quail egg satay same chicken head. The rice is two, eating on the terrace or in the shop is fine. Drink ginger milk, same mineral water. Don't forget to fry the same sauce." The flower inhaled the scent of my armpits and released my embrace.
Nyimeng armpit he apparently.
"So right, that time again? Poor meatballs are good." I started walking towards the parking lot and Bunga preceded me.
"Allah Akbar." Flowers are shocked.
"What's up, Deck?" I rushed up to him with a load of twenty-five kilos on my arm.
"Ehh, sorry." Flowers cupped her hands in front of her chest.
"Shock it, brother? Sorry huh?" There was a woman in white who just woke up from her seat.
The logic is other, not the person's.
"Wait for who, brother?" I'm not the gentle soul who wants to drive her, but here it's not common for women outside the house at night without her mahrom. I asked naturally, not familiar.
Flowers are called my sister and my mahrom, the society is like that. That's why he's a little free, can wander until night.
"Wait on the exit." He showed off his teeth
"Ohh, wait for us? I'm telling the kids, brother?" I'm not feeling good on my own.
"Ehh, it's okay. Book until one o'clock. The one who takes care of her son is sick, so I'll replace him until it closes." He smiled and touched my arm.
Human physical touch, danger.
"Whose brother is it?" The flower pointed at the woman with her thumb.
"I'm Mala." He invited me and Bunga to meet.
"Khairina Malati Flower is as fragrant as it is." Flowers pose like a girl band.
"Sad Abang look at you cute ass." I glanced at my pervert sister.
Girl band is really cute without being confused. Well her? Amit-amit.
Flowers chuckled and patted my arm.
My eyes are round and my head is crooked.
"Is that not the name of the district in NTT?" I doubt his name.
"No, Bang. The name of the hotel in Bandung, in Malabar district of Lengkong Bandung." Flowers take my hand.
"Gee! You OYO's son." I can only be attentive to Flowers.
"No, I'm from Pariaman. Tan Malaka means, Tan is something new, beloved beloved human and holy girl. Malacca means woman."
Minang has no medicine.
"That Pariaman man is expensive huh?" A familiar pretentious flower, by directly embracing the woman's shoulders.
"Yes, there is such a custom." Mala clasped her hands and glanced at Bunga. "Your boyfriend's there, huh?" continue then.
"Yes, Brother. In Sungaigeringging, Ujung Tanah kak."
I looked at the Flower quickly.
Didn't he live in Cirebon? How is his girlfriend Pariaman?
"I often hunt there. What's your man's name?" Mala fixed her hijab.
"Jefri Nichol."
I flank him directly in the armpit. If I'm not holding Farras, I'm going to rub his head.
"Otherwise it's the artist." Mala bobbing head.
Did he take it seriously?
"Know him, brother. People languish in Cirebon alone, usually can Pariaman people anyway how? Especially in the class of artists again, the owner of the coffee shop also thinks twice if you want to be the same." I pulled his nose.
He laughed off. "Yes later I will dance like ajalah, can't Jefri Nichol ya Gepri Bangkol is okay."
Damn, we laughed together.
"Oh, so you're Cirebon? Is this your son?" Mala pokes Farras' cheek.
Farras the next expensive man. He immediately rubbed the former colekan Mala.
"No, no. This is my cousin's sister, this is my sister." I pointed at the new Farras then Bunga.
"Wow, it doesn't look alike." The logic is so good.
"Different father different mother, brother. It is so that if men today avoid relationships, we must talk about our sister. Sister n*****t!" Flowers glanced at me as if he was angry at me.
He laughed off. "But it's fun that the cake relationship, it's clean. Than just any snack outside."
Huh huh? Shock me.
Who her? His thinking can be like that.
"Don't believe! He's my foster brother, my parents took him from childhood." I scooped up Flower's face in annoyance.
"Ah, that's okay. Oh yeah, whose name is he?" He looked at me smiling widely.
"I'm Chandra." I returned his smile.
"He's the son of the godfather, the flower bud he's." Flowers pat Mala's shoulder.
Have they ever known you before? This great familiarity of theirs.
"Oh yeah? Well, may I play sometime if it's a widower anyway. Where's the house, Bang?" Mala patted my arm.
I can't at least have a mental touch with a girl like this.
"At the end of the inn alley there, near the silver dome mosque." The flowers point west.
Even told.
Who would have thought if Mala ended up……
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