The Father Boy
ALA155'S CHAT. Take out
"I don't have any close female friends, Biyung."
I was nervous to see Mala coming to my house. I got to the back and helped Biyung make a drink.
"Yes time? She who? Pretty loh." Biyung turned his head and smiled faintly.
"He's the keeper of the futsal," I answered.
"He's Niken's son, sir's wife Darmaji sir," he surprised me.
"Who is Darmaji?" I watched my father take rice from magic com.
"That has futsal and that spicy chicken house. Geprek, penyet, nyet other nyet is also in the place of eating. She's the son of her ex-husband Miss Niken, her stepdaughter Pak Darmaji means." I closed the magic com.
"I don't know." I put my shoulder out.
"You know people, you've been in Singapore for a long time." Dad opened the food rack.
"He said he was Minang." If Mr. Darmaji looks like a real person here.
"Yes right, he just came back from Jakarta. New graduation, different one year the same you mean. He studied in Jakarta, Jakarta effect." Father raised one eyebrow and blinked as if giving a mischievous quote there.
"Not pegged from the origin of the area anyway, Mas. The devil, who was originally the guardian of heaven, is in fact the enemy of man. It's about each other's person, faith and disposition." Biyung was going to bring the tea with a tray.
"The "most important association. Cake case, everywhere there must be aja pregnant first. Either in the real world, or traveling and do not look at religion or the origin of their respective regions." Father sat on a chair and directly devoured his food.
Right, like the Flowers too. It must have influenced him there as well.
"Gih take it, Biyung confused about how to get familiar if he's nobody you." Biyung gave the tea tray to me.
"Well, what am I talking about? Aggressive really women today, my own horror." I tremble outside the kitchen.
Mala was beautiful, her face was chirpy. Her skin is bright yellow like father and biyung is also me, clean and fragrant is also a woman. His height was probably around one hundred and sixty-five only, with a weight that matched his height. Her eyelashes were plump and her eyebrows were densely black, it looked as if it was naturally innate.
After I got to the living room and put tea on the table, it turned out that he was also chesty too. His chin was not long like a Flower, it was normal. His nose is tall, sharp and slightly large in front. Maybe filler, but it looks natural.
"Which flower, Bang?" He just distracted her from his phone.
Apparently pleasantries.
"Flowers in my grandmother's house, in a magnificent house of white paint." I pointed at the building visible from the door of this wide-open house.
He was wearing dark blue cutbray jeans, with a mocca-colored shirt like him. Maybe he also wore a black inner, because peeking from the buttons of his top shirt that is not all covered. Her hijab was simple and fashionable, coloured to match her dress and wrapped around her neck.
He deserves to wear whatever he looks like. Even last night he only wore a kind of plain white negligee and small gold-colored flower patterns, but it is also appropriate even though his clothes last night there were no pieces. Straight only, no wrinkles or any kind of buttons.
"Road yuk, Bang?" He took a glass of warm tea.
Huh huh?
I silently watched him. He looked at me and smiled, before he finally sipped his warm tea.
"Where?" I don't read if the attack is this brave.
Last night new acquaintance, morning at ten he has arrived. Luckily, I took a shower and had breakfast. So don't panic once I see him here being the guest looking for me.
"To the mall may be, split bill may or I pay it no problem. Receive a mokondo really, as long as you want to make friends. I don't have any friends here." He put the drink back on a small plate.
How brave the city boy, mom.
"I have income." That's my pride.
He laughed a little. "Believe it, Bang. I want to take her out, because I'm bored here for a week. Last night Bunga saved my number, but he hasn't called me yet, so I'm confused myself to know him too."
"Bunga's still sleeping on his cake, he just slept at dawn." He stayed up until morning.
"Again busy? I'm gonna take a walk out."
Judging from my activities, this mess I'm actually unemployed. But I am looking for my own activities in the fields, because there is no way I can work my own fields, at most just monitoring. In the pond once in a while I have to check it, because the one in charge there is already there.
"Not really, but for a second?" I hesitated to leave, but I felt bad to refuse.
"Okay, haven't you had a shower?" He asked slowly, maybe he was not happy to ask that.
"No, but if Sunday is the same time as family. I asked my family first, maybe they need me to take it with them." Not really, I'm just arguing.
"Ohh, yes. I don't mind if you bring the family too, can I take part in the family event Brother."
How did he feel like he wanted to come into my family? My family has no enemies. I hope he's not an intruder, who wants to mess with my family's efforts.
"yes briefly? I'll ask you first." I left it back in the living room.
"Well, help reason. He took me out." I immediately disturbed the father who was eating.
"Don't be inside." I put a small tofu in his mouth.
"The name's out right outside, ma'am. The streets mean, eat, shop." Biyung juxtaposes red seasoning cooking shells.
Surely the roof can be from his brother-in-law, I've memorized it with biyung. Biyung most lazy to mix spices to be blended or kneaded, better ask to mama Aca, meme Tika, or to another brother-in-law of course.
Dad smiled slantedly with a glance at Biyung.
Oh, I just got it. Dad rese once indeed, his thought time towards pervert.
"Bring it out, and I'll find out about his son, Mr. Darmaji. Don't drool, no physical play. Don't spend a lot of money first." Dad took the mussel menu.
Allowed that?
"Well, that means I'm asking Dad to give me a reason not to go with him. I'm not leaving, Dad. She who? I don't know." Just knowing a name does not mean knowing in my opinion.
"There's a time when you know girls, Bang. To a extent, for socialization and the way you look at women. I'm not asking you to get married fast, but I don't want you to go too far with women either. It's okay, take care of yourself. Just take the bike, don't bring the car." Dad started eating his rice back.
"Enak, Canda. Seasoning from whom?" Dad noticed the biyung who was in trouble.
No, right? Not the result of its own spice.
"From Ria, Mas. Gavin anyway if his wife makes spices, he helped peel onions. I'm just saying, if you can't afford not to be pretentious to spice, just buy it there, ask for it there." Biyung until his angry expression.
"Let's not be complicated, Cendol. I don't want you to be tired, I'll be tired." Dad put on his arrogant face.
"So I'm going, Dad?" I pointed at myself.
"Yes, Bang. Take care of yourself, to a crowded place. Don't go to OYO, don't go to the beach that has a lot of saung, you'll get sick again." Dad squinted his eyes.
"Dad if you suspect me, you better stop me from leaving. I don't want to be suspected by my own parents, the cake I'm a dajjal's son." It's like I let them down, because Dad never accused me.
"Gih, ati-ati huh, Bang? Bismillah, don't forget to pray." Biyung smiled at me.
"Yes, Biyung." I walked away with trembling.
Well, I was invited to walk with a girl.
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