The Father Boy
ALA224S. Little togetherness
"But brother picked me up?" ask my future wife, with some thick books in her arms.
"Heem, all health checks are vaccine." I opened the car door from inside.
I was ordered by my father for a vaccine and a blood check on Monday afternoon, with a letter of introduction that we were brides-to-be. I don't know when my father registered and took care of the marriage that he did, I don't know the exact date.
"Ang? What pain?" Nahda came in and sat next to me.
So this is my future wife? The virgin I thought I smeared? Why don't I just smear it?
I approached her cheeks, then inhaled the scent of her cheek skin. Just stick her nose, but Nahda rubbed her cheek.
Proud to be the cause of this misunderstanding.
"Dragon!" Nahda hit my thigh.
I smiled and turned my face the other way. I didn't know the obvious cause until I was remarried like this, though it was just a plan but I objected. I have to marry my cousin like this.
"Why is that so? He said it's sick, it's contagious later." Nahda is wearing a mask.
The insolent!
"Who is sick?!" Obviously I'm offended.
"Any thing, he said he wanted a health check with the vaccine." This girl really.
How old? About eighteen years.
"You don't know if we're getting married?!" I'm hard to control not to be assertive.
He even chuckles small. "I? Same Brother?" His laughter is getting crispy.
He thinks this is kidding?
"It's serious, Deck." I pressed my voice.
He glanced at me and smiled sweetly. "Dreams!" His smile instantly turned into an evil smile.
Is his brain criminal?
"You don't know anything, do you?" I took out my wallet, then showed her a piece of paper that folded neatly.
"Now, bride." I brought the paper before his eyes.
He took the paper, then read it carefully. After he finished folding the paper back, he turned to me with a flat expression. His breathing sounded long, then he leaned his head on the back of the chair.
"Are I eighteen years old as a housewife? When do I hop on to p*****the mountain is like this?" He looked straight ahead.
"Dreams!" I turned around the words he said.
Now it is only a dream to be able to ride to p**** mount, because later I will never allow.
His hands were on my thighs, he looked dreamy with a blank look. Then, he rubbed my jaw and climbed onto my chin.
Alahai, bristling already.
"Hug, Bang." He hugged me tightly.
Why this girl?
"Hug me!" He patted my back.
"Yes." Yeah." In the car parked in front of this bus stop, I hugged my future wife who made my mind run.
"After my period, I find it difficult to pray again. After the Fajr prayer, I used to sleep for up to an hour before leaving for college. I can't cook, cook rice always fails and so porridge, I'm not good at ironing because it's not as neat as the results of household assistants. If it should be married to my own brother, I'm fine just don't get scolded. I don't want to let me take care of my husband in vain, because my husband is disappointed with my efforts and angry with me."
How to be haru?
"Why do I have to suck?" Quyup is excessive wet.
"Because I must have done brunette, wash dishes and wash your hands in the negligee. Early in the morning was bothered, until the bath was soaked in sweat again. I don't want to suck me up like this in vain later, because it doesn't fit your heart." He still hugged me.
"What do you keep looking for?" He is now looking at me.
The net is so plain.
"Search for the existing, Deck. Kangaroo bag, duck-billed, a dead chick, a red one who can say 'free-it-free'." I started my car again.
He chuckled amusedly, putting his hand back on my thigh. "That's the bird that's the thug to the Dalang."
He knew the episode too.
After hugging and joking a little, I felt my heart more relaxed swallowing this reality.
Shut up, Nahda just focused on her phone. It seemed like he was sending a message with someone, his smile was faintly engraved like the content of the chat was pleasant.
"To the pod place first, Bang. I'm pointing the way." Nahda looked straight ahead.
"Yes." Yeah." I have not intended to forbid it to stop, because there is still a possibility of a candidate failing.
But there are genesisngenesnya this heart, when it reaches the pod and there are those who call Nahda with affection. He said he was my future wife? But how does anyone call him baby? I said earlier that the candidate could still fail, but how tight was it to hear men calling him dear?
"Free continue." The man laughed with Nahda.
Nahda asks to be free. Are they dating? Does papa Ghifar know if his son has a girlfriend?
I put myself closer to him, put myself closer to him. The man looked at us, and then he went back to work.
"This is the last pod, before I'm discarded." I whispered near his ear.
Nahda immediately took a shot, then she rubbed her ear covered with hijab. "Don't breathe in the ear, I'm not a hermit." He glanced at me.
"Yes you understand?!" I pressed my voice. My chest touched even crammed with his back.
He was terrified, nodding as if under pressure. Is he afraid of my ban, or my attitude toward him? But how is this man silent? He didn't rebuke me for embracing Nahda?
"It's…." The pod is ready.
I was still embracing Nahda, as if making her my prisoner. "Can use debit?" tanyaku later.
"No need, Bang. He's his own friend." He smiled stiffly.
Oh, fellows.
"Can use debit?!" I repeat the question with emphasis.
"Can, can." He nodded quickly.
I let go of Nahda, then took my card inside the wallet. Nahda took off her mask, she looked grave. Is he afraid of me?
Nahda kept the pod, then she turned her back on me who was making this payment. When I finished, I grabbed him and drove him back into the car.
"I deg-degan, I can not be embraced. Brother why the hell?" Nahda wiped her sweat off with a tissue, then turned the car's AC on her face.
I kept looking at him from the side. Beautiful as well as this girl, her appearance is simple and her hijab dangles to cover her chest. Pashmina was ordinary indeed, but one side was modeled to cover her chest. Still looks contemporary and fashionable too, he is cool with his appearance.
"Kiss can?" I smiled amusedly.
My intentions just appeared.
Nahda was really so stuck with the car window, even her face was stuck on the window glass. "Oh, O God." He spoke slowly.
But I can still hear it.
"Not until I menggerasain so young at the stage of naughty, badung, doyan wandering, already want to be married aja this me." Nahda was alone with still so close to the window.
I laughed, then hugged her from behind. I pulled him to be in his original position, not so stuck in the window.
A little togetherness, able to erode my annoyance with the decision of parents. But is it true that this self can really accept the decisions of parents and the fate that has been written?
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