The Father Boy
ALA241'S CHAT. Biyung.
"Yes make sure he's wet, no, Bang." I smiled at horses.
"Now in too she's wet, Dad." I don't really understand the meaning of wet.
"Yes warm-warm massage, slippery-slippery accompanied her voice as well. Usually a bit splashy too, if he has been menggerasain amused. Understand yourself, Bang." Dad massaged his temple.
"Now I've come in, sometimes I'm ashamed to be afraid to be heard out of the room." I am ashamed if I am heard by in-laws, especially to be reprimanded in-laws.
"One of the two is her mother, ask her father Ghifar. It's derived means, it's the gene." Dad looked around, looking around the house.
"Dad knows, why ask papa?" I shut my mouth immediately.
"Weeeeee…. I know at first glance, I don't know what he can do or how. Dad just unseal, wildly he's not the same Dad. You're, uh, nothin' Dad again." The mimicry is so cynical.
"Mas…. Capek...," whining from inside the house.
"Stay, Canda!" exclaim father by leaning his back against the concrete pole.
I'm enjoying this refreshment drink.
"Later on, Mas. I don't want to intervene help me, I want to cry anyway." It's very light.
"I help you, Biyung." I'm about to stand up.
Dad was heavy-handed a long time ago, too. Biyung work, yes biyung himself who completed. If the middle biyung tired or lazy to do, the father does not mind and does not mind the work piling up.
Apparently, the middle biyung brought a pile of clothes that had been folded and ironed from the laundry room to the room. Dad does not matter other work done by the housekeeper, except for his personal belongings and the cleanliness of his private room, it must be a biyung who takes care of.
"Biyung lipet itself, iron it yourself, bring it in yourself as well. Dad you cake your dad, Bang." Biyung's complaints are so visible about how tired he is at the moment.
Biyung already knows how the father from a long time ago, still expect the help of father. Dad was a little crazy too, advising me to make a wife at home, but himself did not want to make his wife feel at home by helping his wife work. In terms of facilitating and supporting, yes the master father. Moreover, in the need of a biyung bed.
I can't say a word, let Biyung put out her annoyance at dad. Because of that simple thing, it can make biyung relieved.
"Papa Ghifar tuh, light hand. Do not just enter the clothes into the closet, dry clothes and so forth also want." Biyung pulled the name of the iron.
"That's different people too, Biyung." I don't like trivia like this, because I don't like it compared to this.
"Yes that means…. Your dad's cake doesn't look like Biyung." Biyung threw his seat on the bed.
"And indeed from the first father was so, still fortunately did not tell Biyung. Biyung also did this, not at the initiative of Biyung, not orders from Dad." I never told you anything other than about food.
For example, ask for help to cook something or prepare food for him.
"Dad you give me condolences, for personal belongings are washed alone. That's an order, Bang. If Biyung doesn't take the initiative, dad you can copy it in the laundry because it's out of clothes. Can not gitu his hands bring clothes that have been ironed neatly into the room, even he who hands and copy to it. If the clothes have not been ironed, he ironed his own clothes that he wants to use aja."
Yes how is it? Dad is an important person too, if his clothes are tangled yes down his self-esteem. If I was in a hurry, I would have smeared the clothes I would have worn. Sometimes confused with the women.
"Well, if you iron it all, take time. Dad hurriedly, so ironing that he wanted to use aja," I explained gently.
"You're the same as your father's cake!" Biyung rolled her body on the bed, then pulled the blanket.
Wrong again.
Must be biyung crying, nambeknya biyung ya crying hugging bolsters. Not wrong again, I must immediately call his handler.
I went out of the room, so as not to be blamed more by Biyung. Then approached the father who was picking basil in the yard, it looks like the father is preparing to have lunch.
There was my father's behavior. Rich people, but eat vegetables from the yard.
"Heem." Dad just glanced.
He continued his activities, then only entered after completion. I took the car keys, then moved to the fertilizer house, before the time came to pick up my sisters. No word yet from Nahda about lunch being ready.
There's Uncle Gavin and the youngest, there's my confidant too and Jessie too. Why does he have to be on the porch of this fertilizer house? Does he think I'm staying here?
"Udah unboxing the envelope yet?" asked Uncle Gavin with a tickled chuckle.
What's up, huh? I became suspicious.
"Not yet, yesterday afternoon we went for a walk until night." I'm sitting near the flower uncle.
"Bril, what do you eat?" I pointed at the fruit in his hand.
Gabriel.
"Bingbing, take it." He pointed to the tree on the right side of the house.
"Cooking, Deck." Uncle Gavin makes it clear.
"Heem." Gabriel looked up at the tree, holding his father's knee.
"How many, Bang?" ask Jessie to Uncle Gavin.
I feel like there's another air.
"Nine, this is the youngest." Uncle Gavin rubbed Gabriel's head.
"Well, come? Take it there." Gabriel pointed at the tree again.
"Come with Uncle." My confidant brought Gabriel.
"Dad…." Gabriel whined to hold his father, as his arm was held by my man.
"The uncle, it's okay. It's here too, I see." Uncle Gavin smiled at his son.
"By, Deck." I'm. Poking this kid's cheeks.
The boy wanted to release his father, he took a small pole and tried to reach the nearest star fruit.
"How many packs of cigarettes a day?" ask Uncle Gavin to Jessie.
I moved, on the long bench in front of Uncle Gavin. I wanted to see their interactions in person, in order to understand what Jessie meant by talking to Gavin's uncle.
Just so you know, Uncle Gavin is friendly with everyone. Not a woman, not a man, he looks sad but likes to say hello to people he knows. He has a good attitude and exemplary hospitality, his face makes him look more authoritative.
"Maybe two packs, another one reduces this as well." Jessie looked at her lit cigarette between her fingers.
Why is he smoking in my place? Why did he hide his smoking identity, but he was smoking outside and in front of such a foreign man?
"Ngurangin from the wrapper, huh?" Uncle Gavin laughed.
Uncle Gavin looked at me, then he turned to observe his son who was packing a lot of star fruit with the small pole. Whether or not it is a child, but he looks happy to do the activity.
Jessie watched Gavin's uncle deeply, as Gavin's uncle was looking at his son. Why is he staring at men in such a way?
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