The Father Boy
ALA269'S CHAT. Tortile cici
"The address of his delivery is rich in knowledge." He chuckled a little, giving receipts, notes and debit cards.
"Times?" I disguised this fear of being discovered with a sweet smile.
"Givan's uncle's son, huh???" He cornered me.
Damn, someone knows about me apparently.
"Where? How's it? We coffee outside, do not use cunning ways. I know, if I try to move forward now."
I immediately put my eyebrows together and looked at him. What's he thinking? After all, what to talk about while making a coffee?
"Well, Uncle Givan once. Call dong phone, say Meyda kangen that." It's very centile.
I was amazed to look at this guy.
"Who are you?" I was shocked when he moved to sit next to me.
"We're copying! I'm maksa!" He was half-threatening, bringing his face closer to me.
"But! Strange right! I don't want to, what's the ass?!" I don't want to be intimidated by a female model like this.
"It's a matter of effort, right???" He whispered into my ear.
Damn it women! I rubbed my ears. Nanda was not so with her husband, this brave woman breathed in my ear.
"Don't know!" I kept my debit.
"Not knowing, I know and I don't want to get dragged here." He pointed at me until his index finger pressed against my chest.
I pulled his finger. It was too much to come near me and touch me.
"Yes, where is it? Swipe right there, close by. You go first, I'll follow your car." The danger is not to keep my distance, because somehow I am a man.
"I didn't bring a car, I was a handyman. You are the same."
He must have calculated something about his spending. For just gasoline and motorcycle fare, it seems a pity.
"Duh, ngerepotin." My mouth is sometimes rough, though inwardly trying to suppress it.
"Unfortunately, Uncle Givan's son is a rich uncle Givanannya." He pulled out his shoulders, then he nods at me.
What a strange chirp. He seemed to know my father even though I never saw his face. He guessed exactly that I was my father's son, plus he was kind of familiar with me.
He was waiting on the porch of the store, while I was turning around my father's car. It looks like this car is well maintained, heated every day the engine, looks like one of my father's errands lives around the house staying here.
He came straight to my car, as soon as my car pulled over. I don't understand, he can be confident wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Wow Nanda, he always scolds if anyone comes home with his clothes unprepared. Understandably, the upbringing of papa Ghifar.
"You've been here the same way, haven't you?" He sat sweetly beside me.
"I've never been here, my sister probably." Zio is often invited to travel.
I was taken over by Grandma. I remember once when I was ready to be invited to fly to Kalimantan, grandmother forbade by saying that fear of plane accidents. He said again, who will his legacy for, if I also come and become a victim of a plane crash.
Shock heard my grandmother's mouth. But the meaning does have a point too, despite the fact that it is very piercing. So yes Zio who occasionally comes along, sometimes Ceysa. From Ra to Cali, they're henchmen at home, always left behind by their father and young for business checks and holidays. Not because they were other sons of fathers or mothers, but because they wanted to come along, or indeed no one held them.
"Yes, the tall skinny one, the white one is also his skin." He pointed at my arm.
"Yes, Zio," I explained later.
"Cafe is near here, a little to town, can be forty thousand a glass." He pointed ahead.
What if he lives in my village? The price of a glass of coffee in a coffee shop there is like in a luxury hotel, ranging from eighty to hundreds of thousands. If in an ordinary tavern, yes about fifteen to fifty thousand. But it is not sachetan coffee, but from the original coffee beans. The small shop has its own coffee machine.
But there the coffee was already like a culture, so yes it did not feel memorized or how. Because they also know for themselves, how much the price of raw coffee beans there. There are even small farmers who process their own materials to be enjoyed by themselves and sold on a small scale only.
"Here is it?" I pointed towards the nearest cafe.
"Can, can."
I immediately turned on the turn light, then prepared to turn to the left. He gave me twenty thousand, when I had ordered the coffee he meant.
"I can afford it!" I gave back the money.
Like money to take his son.
"Uhh, you're arrogant." He laughed until his eyes were gone.
The one who was initially fascinated, vanished already because he was too visible calculation. My family also calculated, so anything recorded debt.
"Try calling Uncle Givan." He pointed at my phone I was playing on.
"Udah, don't take me. You're who? What do you need? What need is it? Is there anything to do with me? Keep trying what do you want to debate this for?" I speak firmly now.
To see people like this.
"I'm Meyda, Meyda Kaerana. I need to, about you having a similar venture, but buy it at my place. I have a thought, if you want to oplos my product with your product. Or it could be, you're abusing my workers about my furniture house's secret information." His gestures and manner of speaking are so cute.
Wonder why he always smiles?
"I don't have plans to oplos the product, or steal your crusty krab's secret recipe." I just want some gasspoll.
"Ish, what a hell of a bitch." It was like a grumble, but I heard it.
I'm tame to Nahda.
Wife is not, girlfriend is not, family is not, why am I gentle and sweet to a man who likes to accuse this? He wanted to ask, but the way couldn't be all right.
I just sighed, clasped my hands and looked the other way. Not badmood anymore, but emotions bursting.
"It's cool of me, I know what you're thinking." It's styled like 'cibi-cibi, ha-ha-ha'.
"Your nutmeg brain mind! Even though my father's business is down, but has no intention at all to steal your store recipe. I just want to talk about people who know about my father's business. I was sent here, but I don't know what the problem is. I have a feeling to the raw material, because it's different from the same one in your place. But…." I rubbed my chin and glanced at him.
"But at best, you are also people who dabble in the same cunning." I thought that he was his boss's right hand too.
"I'm sneaky into my own efforts???" He stretched out after his arm.
"I know something, but you want to come with me?" His smile is wide.
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