The Father Boy
ALA222. Make a promise
"Udahlah, don't want to know me. My voice is not heard, my opinion is not used." I closed my door with half a slam.
I have returned home, with true submission. My parents turned stale, because of the incident papa Ghifar passed out.
Papa Ghifar should have looked carefully first, make sure my burrow goes into his son's cage before he wants to faint. Yes, fainting cannot be desired either.
But at least so, his eyes should see clearly first. Before taking a unilateral decision, let alone the father to immediately believe and agree because of the weak conditions papa Ghifar.
It's good to be weak then.
"You didn't hear Nahda's answer?!" Dad banged on my bedroom door.
"WHATEVER!" I broke my body after taking my shirt off.
I am disappointed at this moment.
"No naughty bachelor, your widower's acting up!" Dad's voice was getting away, it seemed like he was no longer in front of my door.
Drtttttttt….
Who else is this??
"Hallo." I immediately received a phone call without looking first.
"Hallo, Bang."
Hema fucking turned out.
"Urus is your own business, Hem! I have my own problems." I immediately chose to turn off this phone call.
My calmness was limited, because Hema had come to the house instead. I've been dizzy myself, but still be required to be a sister who can help her future sister-in-law.
"What the hell are you?!" I threw the cigarette seal at him.
"Bang, come on home. I got kicked out bang Wildan, I got slapped to this bloody shit." Hema showed her lips.
"You take the flowers there, not me!" I pulled one cigarette and tried to get rid of this annoyance with cigarettes.
"I'm out of flowers, she's scared, she won't." Hema rubbed her nose.
Like that, junkie? Because Hema rubs her nose often.
"What did you say to your brother, how dare he slap his own sister-in-law?" I was curious, because his lips were bleeding.
"I nodai girl here. Keep directly wrathful him, directly slap me and throw me out." Hema flung her back and threw her breath rough.
"You're not being held accountable, or what?" Why is it so different from the steps taken by bang Wildan and dad?
"Have your own business, Bang. How am I supposed to be?"
His family was impressed as if hands off.
"Well, let's go first, Hem." Inevitably, I must help him.
Poor this wasted bujang.
"Help by the way, Bang." Hema is out of the house.
It's very spirited.
"Come, Bang." He looked up when he got to the door.
"Yes, get HP first." I went back to my room and left without permission.
I've been lazy for permission like this, I feel disappointed in my own parents.
"Let's just drive, Bang. It's in front." Hema's waiting on the porch apparently.
Coincidentally Pakwa is in the yard, he is mowing ornamental grass using a machine. Pakwa looks friendly, he smiles to welcome us.
"Sorry, go to Wildan's bang house. Hema got kicked out, so Hema was honest." I'm straight to the point.
This problem must be solved, so that I can solve my own problems.
"What then? How come Pakwa has such prejudice with Wildan?" Pakwa unplugged the connection of his lawnmower.
"I'm sorry, sir. I've been working on it, until I finally decided to be honest, because it's hard to ask properly." Hema bowed by fusing her palms together.
"Yes, yeah. I wash my hands first." Pakwa patted Hema on the shoulder, covering the water tap.
"Father-in-law, cieee…." I'm mocked Hema.
"Did I call you, Bang?" Hema looks blushed.
"Yes, that's okay." I'm nodding.
"Come on." Pakwa walked towards us.
"Any Hema Car, Pakwa." I let him go first.
Pakwa nodded, sitting next to Hema who was driving. I sat in the back seat alone.
I'm afraid Hema was completely dumped by the Wildan bang family. If it ends like that, how is the future of Flowers?
"Well, Hem." I saw bang Wildan in the yard, with a boy.
They are playing ball.
"I'm sorry, Dad?" The look on Hema's face was like someone who refused to be touched.
"Wildan should know who she's dealing with. He was mandated by a sister, not led, but raised his hand so." Pakwa shook his head, before he finally got out of the car.
I also followed out.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Pakwa raised his hand to greet bang Wildan.
Okay, we came nice and polite.
"Wa'alaikum salutations." Bang Wildan was shocked at our arrival.
"Your son told me to go in first, your wife told me to come out too. I want to say, important!" Pakwa broke through a half-open fence.
"What's wrong?" Bang Wildan was still in his place.
"Where's the brother, Bang?" ask Hema later.
"Fajriah is drying his clothes." Bang Wildan looked down and whispered to his son.
The boy who used to be invited to the futsal place ran into the house. Then, bang Wildan invited us to come in.
"My mouth is itchy, bright." Pakwa rubbed her thighs with her palms.
"What's up, sir? Hema's making a scene?" Bang Wildan smiled stiffly.
"Don't make a fuss, but he said you're throwing him out?" Pakwa patted Hema's back.
"Yes, let's think too. His condition, not our common cake normal people! I'm honest, he's on routine medication." Maybe bang Wildan thought we didn't know about that fact.
"I know, I know that. But he's been indecent with my daughter. Yes how? Hema firmly wants to take responsibility, although to be honest I'm mining. But his condition, my son is also close to him. One faculty, one class, too, it seems unlikely that the incident will not happen again. I'm afraid that in this repeated effect, this time he's not unlucky, because it's not a mergokin citizen, but Chandra. If the citizens know, they'll be out of legal sanctions." Hearing the pakwa explanation, the jakun bang Wildan immediately went up and down.
"I don't like being played like this, the effect is underestimated. Hema's asking, you didn't hear. He's honest, you raise your hand. If indeed you can't take it and take care of your sister, I'm asking that the Hema section be taken care of legally. I have enough, not crazy treasure. But he has the right to continue what his parents left behind, how to go forward, let him be with me and my guiding family. Treatment to what extent, let me help continue in the best treatment? I'm not asking for the boy, but I intend to guide the husband of my son. He's got an appointment to me and I'm charging for it." Pakwa said firmly and loudly.
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