The Father Boy
ALA178'S CHAT. Misdirected
"What?" I look forward to his answer.
"Let's know what that means."
Aih, what kind of answer? That's the name of the father does not know how his daughter. He let, because he wanted to know how his daughter.
"Reverse to the pesantren, not even calm me anyway." I just want to feel like a tantrum.
I felt like I didn't have any planning and debriefing until two weeks later I got the new facts. That it turns out, my sister likes car modification in a workshop near campus. He always turned the road farther and quieter, to….
Overlaying his guts and skill beat the unpaved streets.
It feels like my haircut that misses this old model, instead makes me a thug guard for my own sisters. Emotions were immeasurable, as my own eyes actually saw the pink car creating dust around it and into the field streets very quickly.
This brash Ra!
Where did that car go? Very fast moving. Until invisible turn and choose the way to where, either because I'm slow to advance the motor.
Eh, but? Why would someone save his expensive Fortuner to a remote area of the field? I mean, the car wasn't parked on the farm street. But the car was parked intentionally into the field.
It was not a car carried by Ra, the car carried by Ra was a Honda Jazz RS with a striking pink color. While the Fortuner is black, with some typical modifications to the car to try the steep road unpaved.
Uh, Fortuner. Right, like Hema's. If Fortuner belongs to Hadi's family, meaning her parents, it's silver. After all, Ma Giska's property is not that cool as his car. There were no modifications, only the standard car that was used as her husband's mount worked.
But why is Hema's car parked in the middle of the field? It's a pretty far entry, really far from the village. What is a stolen car hidden by the perpetrator? Or, the driver of the car was in the car and died rotting?
Duh, horrified what happened because my mind went everywhere.
How good is it? I left the car, or checked it to make sure it wasn't my guess? But if I stop and check the car, I'll lose track of Ra.
"Mmmmmmmmm…."
Huh huh? I didn't hear wrong? There was a female voice coming from inside the car.
Uh, wait-wait. Is this a story of an attempted murder, or someone perverted?
My eyes widened, when I realized that the car was swaying on one side. The car is like being carried away by the flow of people who are in the car.
Whoever it is, I intend to rebuke because they are polluting my family's business fields. I'm not sure it's Hema's car, because I doubt Hema's city boy knows the interior of this field. May the perpetrator not act anarchically, because of my rebuke.
"Excuse me." I knocked on the driver's window.
I had no intention of peeking at all, I knew enough manners and bad taste. It feels unethical once, if it comes to peeking into the car. Moreover, if it is true they are not dressed. I would be ashamed of myself if I found them in such a situation.
"Excuse me, I know someone's inside." I raised my voice, thinking the soundproofing of this car was very good.
Grasak-grusak panic was heard clearly, I was increasingly imagining the atmosphere of chaos that occurred in the car. A little, I once felt caught a little perverted in the car.
Quite clever also they, because the new field of rejuvenation there will be no picking workers who reach this point. Never mind picking workers, field people who are in charge of checking will also be lazy to check the newly grown fields like this. Because what? Because coming to harvest time can be up to four years, so it is not so important to check if the tree is still new like this.
"May come out for a moment, I'm the family of the owner of the field you're in." My hand again tapped on the window in the driver's section, at the far right of the front.
"Yes, I can" said the voice of the man who answered me.
All right, we can talk about it carefully. He was quite ethical, having the courage to meet me.
I took a few steps back and stood right next to the hood of the car, to avoid hitting it with the car door that was about to open. The sound of an open car key and coupled with the push of an open door, made me prepare to prepare a polite speech with the intention of reprimanding this.
Whether halal or haram couples, my family's farm should not be a perverted place. We forage for sustenance and pray for the blessing of this field at every prayer time, hoping that there will be a satisfactory result of waiting for a big harvest later.
"Well?" My index finger was on a town boy I knew.
"You? Same who?" My head was impolite reflexes trying to turn to the area in the car, when the door opened and displayed Hema.
"Shttt, shttt, shttttttt…." Hema quickly closed the door of her car, holding my chest from approaching the door.
His sweat, his panic, made me think rightly that something was wrong with his actions in his car.
"Damn you!" I couldn't control myself, my hand reflexively choked him and pushed him until his back hit the door of his car that had just closed.
"Bunga right?" That name became a burden on my mind for a moment.
Because what?
Because I know how my sister's doing. If it is true that Bunga tried not to do it, but what if the men of this city were to impose their will on Bunga? What if the Flower gets threatening pressure and coercion from Hema? What if this guy would even traumatize my sister with a boy?
"Let me propose to him, Bang. Coming home later, I immediately chatted with my sister to come to the Bunga biological family," explained Hema quickly, she tried to get rid of my hand that flanked her neck.
Answer's like? Does that mean the woman inside is a flower?
"You forced him?!! You raped her?!!" I'm worried that Bunga is traumatized by his coercion.
I quickly pushed his body to the side, then tried to pull the doorknob of this vehicle. I want to confirm the state of Flowers, without Hema's body barrier blocking the door of this car.
"Bang, Bang." Hema immediately pushed me, then she stood covering the car door again.
"Bang, Shy flower. I explained to Brother, Brother must have understood our actions just now. Without asking us to admit, please let us out of this area, Bang." He cupped his palms together in front of his slightly bowed head begging for it.
"I want to know for myself the state of Flowers, Hema SHIT! You're not a good man, I should have banned Bunga from being friends with you!" I tried to get him out of the car door again.
I wouldn't have calmed down, if I hadn't seen the state of Flowers right now. How mental? How's condition? I want to make sure of it myself, because I'm not sure, if Flowers are okay now.
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