The Father Boy
ALA209'S CHAT. Children of Vendra
"Yes, Hema could have played her neck if Pakwa's story was honest. Hema the same Flower wants no need to open disgrace tuh, so the usual courtship and decide to marry that." Pakwa wants her to go there, it's not the best way out, which there is a growing panic of the Hema family.
"Ohh, that. Okay, okay. Well, I've been waiting for a week-long decision, Bang."
Well, this is better.
"Okay, Pakwa. I'm telling Hemanya."
Okay, the mandate to go to Hema I immediately convey. Since there was no reply yet, I relaxed my body by leaning back. The airport is close, but so far we have not had any conversations.
Aunt Nina was even closer to me, in the air travel she sat next to me. After arriving at Sulawesi Island, Aunt Nina talked about food with me.
I feel that my father is too imposing a will, even though everyone seems not to want to go to the wife of Siri om Vendra. But how else, dad sometimes wants it too forced.
"You ever been to Sulawesi?" asked aunt Nina, when we were waiting for a trip that would take us to the house occupied by the wife of siri om Vendra.
Aunt Nina looks like a strain.
"Once, Tan. But to Palu the same Makassar, it's not here." At that time there was business affairs owned by Brother Jasmine.
The center is in Makassar.
"Ohh, Ceysa is the Sulawesi?"
I accidentally nudged Aunt Nina's fingers, really cold. Aunt Nina's like tense, or groggy maybe.
"Iye, Daeng's son." Father who knows it.
I chuckled at my father's speech, because I was trying to imitate the manner of the people here. When I say yes, I use the iye language. Only the father's accent is more to the end of Sumatra, directly jump the Sulawesi logo will be like a glue fill terasi.
It sounds weird, especially.
"Why does it feel like the same wife is married people continue to be referred back, Bang?" Aunt Nina smiled at me, waiting for my answer.
"Enak-enak aja, men are greedy times. It's just that it's hard at the beginning, because she's getting used to her new husband's bed game, just getting back to the old rules of the line, so yeah, there's a little bit of a fuss." Dad sipped his sweet tea.
We're at the steppe restaurant twenty-four hours.
"It doesn't feel like it, Bang." Aunt Nina laughed.
Dad chuckles amusedly. "Eh, what's the taste?"
"Well, is there jealousy, or is it bad to think that she's thinking about her new husband?" Aunty Nina is having problems like that.
"Ohh, Cendol is deliberately jealous for the heat. No wind no rain, falling on the bed, suddenly talking kangen how bang Daeng is so me, confiding this is his imagination because of the Daengnya. But not realizing he made me hot, thought I was his bestie who wanted to deal with the outpouring of his kangen the same man who had gone. I never thought badly of him, because he thought something must be spoken directly. Which is it, the Cendol who thinks I'm like this. Yes aware, never make it wrong so hard to believe. But that's exactly what made her miss, asked this it was, scouted, told to prove that the purpose of going was indeed for work."
I can't imagine being a father. I'm a baperan, I can cry if my partner says he misses his ex. I've never felt it, but it seems terrible.
"They're in demand, Bang?" Om Vendra seems interested in listening to the experience of the father.
It could be, he wants to get a picture of himself being treated like that by his wife.
"It's comfortable, same man wife herself. Same guy's wife, maybe I'm lazy to explain too. After all the people are Canda, not servedin ya heboh big family. She's been everywhere, telling her to go to her own husband." Dad's been with biyung, whatever attitude biyung stay comfortable for dad.
"Udah yuk?" Dehen got up from his chair.
"Yes." Yeah." Om Vendra walked towards his merchant.
It was quite a polite time to visit, at half seven in the morning we all arrived at a simple house with a rolling door next to it. Maybe that's what the grocery store said by om Vendra, still closed with a tight fence as well.
Om Vendra was silent on the spot, his legs like it was hard to step in. I'm sure he must be scared.
"Yes, Brother. Assalamu'alaikum." Out a girl in a red and white uniform, complete with a veil and school supplies.
"Well, Papah." The boy ran towards us, after closing the door.
He had difficulty opening the fence, om Vendra moved quickly to help the girl. I'm sure it's his daughter.
"Schooling, Dek? Brother didn't take Adek? Dare you?" Om Vendra managed to open the fence, then immediately held the girl.
He looked exactly like Vendra, unlike Dehen and Balawa. But his skin was like the skin of a Caucasian, his eyes were light brown. Not an albino skin, so it's as clean as pale white.
"Room, Deck. It's Mamah." Om Vendra went straight to his wife.
"Who's your friend, Papah?" The girl immediately extended her right hand.
The tiny hand was hanging, not immediately greeted by aunt Nina. But that didn't last long. Moments later, the little hand was greeted followed by a smile and tears.
This must be really painful.
"Thus salim?" Om Vendra dropped the child off.
"Udah, Papah." The girl has enough manners in my opinion. Without being told to go back, he kissed the hands of his father, me, Dehen and Balawa in turn.
"Can't really cross it?" Om Vendra took the girl.
"Yes, Papah. I have been taught by Papah, Papah said, It is also a small street, not a highway. Lose the highway, yes it should be the same old man." The boy looked up at his father with his happy gaze and his big smile.
It is seen that Om Vendra is his first love.
"Oh, be careful?" Om Vendra let go of his hand.
"Yes, Papah. Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings he said again, as when he closed the door of his house.
I remembered Dehen's behavior, which glared in to make Cani flinch. Suppose, the two men who are already in puberty can say hello.
"Getishalight." We all answered with a clean sliver.
"How old is he?" I still watch the girl who walks alone.
"Six and a half, just wanted to enter seven. She just entered SD this year, she's the youngest." Om Vendra noticed his son too.
Oh, the youngest is six.
"Yep, come in." Om Vendra moves to widen the gate.
The house looks still very quiet, like there is no one's activity. Yes, so is a mother in the hospital, the house seems to turn into an empty house.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat…." Om Vendra opened the door.
"Getishalight." Teenage girls appear in white jogger pants, with a black tanktop.
He's bule.
Yes, the skin is the same as the youngest. However, her hair was light blonde and her eyes were light brown as well.
"His shoulder, Brother." Om Vendra invited us all to sit down.
"Yes, Pah." He immediately left the living room.
"Mom…." The boy's turn appears.
He is an indo, mixed. Her hair is black, her skin is like mine. Bright yellow color typical of Indonesia, not pale white like the two girls.
"It's firstborn, Bang. That girl, second child." Om Vendra introduced me to Dad.
Crazy, his kids are good looking all. Must be his mother wow, I guessed.
"Yes, Bang." Om Vendra rubbed his son's back, as his son leaned over kissing his hand.
The firstborn kept bowing, kissing our hands one by one with a smile as he looked at our faces. The manners are the same, pretty good. Even Cala and Cali lost, they were picky to kiss someone's hand. Like depending on the mood alone, or depending on how scary people look or not. Because until we left, Cala and Cali were afraid and would not kiss Dehen and Balawa's hands.
"Where's mom, Bang?" ask Vendra then.
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