The Father Boy
ALA183'S CHAT. Emotions rise
"Not really, Bang. Again checking medical records asking for a referral to a hospital." There was a green map with a hard cover on his hand.
"Yes, finish it first, Pakwa. Perhaps I have been waiting for his letter." I'm afraid it's about life.
"Okay, a minute?" Pakwa checked the map again.
I nodded and looked at his room. Unlike the working room, this room is like a doctor's room in general.
Shortly thereafter, get an exit permit and return immediately. Perhaps, he only gave a letter of reference.
"Where, Bang? Tumben to Pakwa, usually tell me first." Pakwa lit a cigarette in a room that should be smoke-free.
He's a doctor, man. But smoking in his office. I know I can't, but I don't understand the rules of being a doctor.
Exhaust lit up, vent thought out too apparently.
"You're talking about flowers, Pakwa. But I want to make a deal with Pakwa first." I sat on the sofa in front of an unopened window.
Pakwa pulled the swivel chair in front of his desk, then brought the chair closer to my position.
"What deal?" Pakwa tapped his cigarette on the large flower pot next to the single sofa I was sitting on.
"Yes I want to make a deal with Pakwa, this is serious." I don't want to think I'm just kidding.
Pakwa watched me, silent with the smoke blowing. "The indictment can you believe, Bang. What agreement do you want?"
Right, sir can be trusted. What can not be trusted is father, difficult to be invited kongkalikong.
"I don't want Bunga to know that I'm coming to Pakwa, I don't want Bunga to know that all the news that came about him to Pakwa came from me." I highlighted seriously the face of this general surgeon.
Pakwa fell silent again, his face flat like he was looking for his own thoughts. Long enough, there may be up to three minutes he fell silent.
"You have a personal problem with Flowers? Is your relationship with Flowers problematic?" Pakwa even asked questions, not even obeyed the promise I asked.
"Praise think about my promise first, then I want to tell you everything, including about what Pakwa asked just now." I slowly throw my breath.
"okay." Pakwa took her breath in. "The prosecutor agreed, Pakwa promised to keep your identity with the news you brought about Flowers." Pakwa spoke steadily.
"Okay, I believe in Pakwa's ability. So gini, Pakwa…." I was looking for the first sentence of a friendly complaint in the heart of this old man.
"To be honest, there is nothing to hide about flowers. Pakwa is self-conscious about how Pakwa's child." Pakwa rubbed my shoulders.
I nodded, hoping I wouldn't have a heart attack. "Before, Pakwa must know that I am already at the point of tired nasehatin Flowers. I was disappointed in his defense, I was angry at his way of responding to my advice. I've decided not to say much to him, but I'm going to be a traitor to him who's everything that doesn't suit my heart, I'll report to Pakwa as his birth parents who are more entitled."
"If his brother did, who would he be?" Pakwa knocked his cigarette back into the flower pot.
Right, I feel sorry for thinking about that fact. Who else will the flower be with, if not me? Who would care and advise her again, if I did?
"But Pakwa, I'm tired of his attitude. Honestly, I prefer him who cries about his mistakes and his stupidity. Rather, he seeks a defense with the mistakes he has made. He's proud, not sorry for being found out." If it was my own brother, I wouldn't hesitate to drag him and lock him in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, Bunga is not my biological sister. I'm afraid her parents won't accept it if I act decisively to her son.
"Indeed the Flower made what mistake until you were that angry?"
Okay, maybe it's time to open up all the flower disgrace. May the Power protect my disgrace, I do not mean to expose the disgrace of others, I only intend to convey to his parents about how the Flower.
"She was having sex, in the car, in a new coffee field ready for rejuvenation. In his field, his car came down from the harvest road" I said later.
Highlight the eyes of the man immediately blankly staring at the window of the room attached to the patent. His face was flat with a puzzling look. I can't guess his mood right now.
"Don't tell Pakwa who the man is. But obviously, it wasn't you, was it?" Pakwa's palm immediately clenched tightly.
It must be pakwa now the emotion is immeasurable.
"It's not me, Pakwa. If I were her man, I might not make it to Pakwa, either."
I panicked for a moment, and suddenly I pulled my collar. His eyes were glaring in front of my face, I was worried that he might even have a heart attack.
"Sorry, Pakwa. Did I speak wrong?" I can't feel the fault of my own mouth.
"Nor the son of Cendol!" Pakwa took off her clasped hands on my collar, slightly pushing me.
Just panic!
I fix my clothes, so that they are neat and do not look tangled. Poor housekeeper at home, he was tired of working plus had to take care of my clothes and had to iron them too.
"How else is the story?" ask pakwa later.
Pakwa doesn't want to know the man, why? So, how do I tell you about Hema?
Did I just call Hema the 'flower' guy? So that I continue to convey Hema's good ethics, without telling who Hema is right now. Sooner or later, however, they will know who Hema is. Why would I keep Hema's identity, if it would eventually be known as well?
Like a dull mind if in a tense atmosphere like this, how good? Time to finish the report? It's nothing, only the problem is that anyway.
"How else, Bang?" Pakwa got up from his seat, then he stood in front of the patent window.
His hands were clenched, but clenched firmly. Pakwa is like going to destroy things to resolve his emotions, or is he going to destroy me?
"HOW ELSE, BANG?!!" yelling Pakwa over my head.
Geez, I got jerked instead of playing in surprise.
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