The Father Boy
ALA172'S CHAT. Herbs
"Your son is nine, Vin! To fight a man?!" Pakwa is holding his shirt arm.
"Look my manhood times, my son nine, your son only four." Uncle Gavin even showed his hand muscles.
"Just go ahead, Pakwa. Kirei just walked in." Dizziness I saw this two-man debate.
"Eh, no! My wife's wearing a tanktop, meet her." Uncle Gavin precedes entry into the house.
"How could Ria be at home with such an absurd husband?" Pakwa occupied the terrace chair that was occupied by Uncle Gavin.
"Ehh, Bang. A week ago, did you take Flowers to college?" Pakwa looked at me.
"There is no delivery, Pakwa. Last night I played with you, the same morning I interrupted. Why that?" I started lighting my cigarettes.
"You carry his son, Mr. Darmaji, anyway? If you don't take care of the flowers, who will? Don't carry girls with you, who knows how pregnant people are just like you." Went to the entrance.
Maybe he was waiting for Kirei to come.
"Well, if pregnant flowers do the same to me, how do dong?" Pakwa and dad seemed to be a match between me and Bunga.
"Do you have your own hamili brother?" The smile of the pakwa instantly sumringah, seeing his daughter coming out of the main door.
"Fart's Dad." Kirei walked spoiled towards his biological father.
Sumringah Pakwa's smile instantly became flat. "You're looking for a new connecting father, who's not willing to call Dad a fart father." Pakwa glanced cynically at the girl who was directly sitting on her lap.
"Yes sorry, Dad. Dad, I want money to swim."
Kirei is a child who is always friendly to anyone. In fact, he could hide his anger with his smile. Only those close to him knew the character of the child.
"Who's swimming, honey? How much?" Pakwa has reached into the back pocket of his pants.
"Just like school, fifty grand." Kirei looks excited to see the contents of his real father's wallet.
Ungrown not children, another story if talking about red money.
"Most." Pakwa laughed amusedly, seeing Kirei drain the contents of his wallet with a single pull.
"And my brother is eight, nine is the same as me. Four hundred and fifty thousand, Dad. Not a babysitter yet, mother, ayang Apin."
Really, I can't help but laugh. Especially when you hear Kirei mention father he said ayang Apin.
"That's a family recreation, why aren't you invited?" Pakwa can only shake his head.
"Dad has his own family. My sister is the same babysitter, my sisters fuss when in a crowded place. But I have to be a snack, right? Thanks, Dad?" Kirei immediately ran away after carrying all the red money.
"Love to mom, Deck. Lost later." Pakwa looks relaxed his money drained his son.
I remember his rations for his wife now. It seemed, the value Kirei took was equivalent to the ration money for his wife. But, Pakwa just relax and do not bother about it. Try on his wife, she must be noisier.
"So, flowers are in the biyung?" Pakwa rubbed his eyes and looked at me.
"Yes, Pakwa. Say also called me that, Pakwa." I hope you are not suspicious.
Because, Flowers are not the person who always carries a cell phone.
"Do you want to go out?" Pakwa has risen from his position.
"So ask anter to print, Pakwa." I deliberately scooped my face, so as not to tell a lie.
"Ohh, okay." Pakwa walked away.
A few minutes of silence, until finally Hema patted my shoulder.
"That's Bunga's real father?"
Hema was so curious that it smelled about Flowers.
"Heem, general surgeon. That's his real father, his real mother's gone." I started smoking again.
"Seriously, Bang? So, Bunga's mother and sister's mother were different?" Hema doesn't know much like that.
"Different, but one father. Why indeed?" Hema only shook her head faintly, when I asked back.
The more I wonder about the information about Jessie.
"You're the user who took the goods to Jessie?" Maybe my question was sudden.
Hema looks stupid. "Change the topic?"
Everything he asked.
"Yes!" Out is my sniffling voice.
"Yeah, that cake." He rubbed his neck.
Like there's an emergency with this discussion.
"Do you know anything about him? Is he P** too?" My curiosity cannot be held back.
"No, he's a DJ. Even in the urine test he's clean, Bang. Wonderful right? I feel like I'm being tricked into being a user of him?"
Is that user a user? Why is the language so complicated?
"Why do you feel deceived?" I intimidated his body.
"Yes he said at the beginning, I also wear it and it's safe. The evidence? He's not wearing any."
I remembered Jessie saying that it was business. Cigarette factory owners do not smoke, so do b*** great.
"Certainly why are you so trivial to him? Is it because you feel cheated?" I remember saying that I shouldn't be proud to bring Jessie along.
"Liar is worse than adulterer in my opinion, Bang." He laughed discordantly. "I got rehab until now can not escape completely, it's because he loh. How huh? He kek disintegrated many dreams parents to his son, destroy the brains of young people. Because in his invitation, this marijuana is herbal and not a heavyweight. He drew an example abroad, of marijuana being used as a treatment. I'm stupid too, Bang. I should've known, if I was a healthy person who didn't need the herbs. I was stupid there, but in her company I felt cool wearing the herbs." Hema wiped her sweat.
Although black, it does not smell body. It is quite fragrant, even the distance of the fragrance is still smelled. From the scent of the perfume alone, it feels once the perfume is an expensive perfume. The money shows how the contents of the bag, it's worth Flower trying also to adjust to it.
I don't understand why people fall into black holes. My own father had been hit by Rehan, because he was proven to use s***. Though now he is a successful person, he used to think widely, but still adversely affected by the free association.
"You know you're stupid, so why do you blame people?"
Hema looked at me quickly. "Keep thinking, Bang. You think b****that's a great honor? You're talking to that cake, like you don't like it when Jessie gets blamed."
Hema's character is bold as well.
"I asked, why do you blame people?" I'm raising my chin.
"Because he ruined a lot of people, not about me. Pezina's a small example, she's just ruining herself, Bang. When we got caught, it was over twenty-five people, too. Try to imagine the large levels of herbs that make me dependent on it, until almost a year ago I can not escape. That's because what? Because of the size, Bang. The logic is like this, from ten straight into number one, our bodies are not strong. So we we reduce by one percent, even once I reduce the value of zero point zero so that the body does not stop. If there's a choice to die, maybe I'll just die, Bang. Unfortunately, I didn't die and even the old men died one by one when I was rehabilitated." There were emotions, regrets and disappointments on Hema's face.
"Indeed in rehab given free herbs huh?" My question made Hema tepuk jidat.
I'm innocent, he should just explain.
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