The Father Boy
ALA283'S CHAT. Daddy possessed
"New, why is it?" Dad put his laptop on, on the table in front of me.
Dad was like he was chewing food, he just relaxed sitting next to me. I still catch my breath from the shock earlier, my chest is still unstable.
"What's wrong? You cake's seen the devil." Dad turned his head, watching me with raised eyebrows.
I nodded quickly and repeatedly. "It's okay, Dad." I tried to put the blame on my phone again and took the screen out of the chat app that juxtaposed the interesting photo.
Oh my goodness, Nahdaku. Can-can send a photo with clothes like that, what if he misdelivered?
"Dad didn't see anything, did he?" I asked slowly, even to the point of very carefully saying his words.
"See what it is?" Dad raised his chin.
I shook my head, then shifted my seat slightly. I'm worried that you saw what my phone screen displayed earlier, you can be embarrassed if you fail.
"Gee! It's not clear you!" Dad's back leaned forward, then his fingers typed something on the laptop keyboard.
"Dad ngagetin aja." I catch my breath and hold my head up.
Geez, the head down that's even snuffed.
"Now, Bang. You understand the rules here?" Dad looked at me and pointed at his laptop screen.
"No, what is that?" Very complicated picture, like the cells in the human brain.
"You'll be responsible for it later." The chin-backed father watched his laptop screen.
"Fortunately you married Nahda, she wants to help you. If you continue with Jessie, how do you try?"
Where the hell is dad's chat headed?
"Yes, thank God. What do you want to talk about?" I took and opened the other cake.
"Don't talk about anything, I'd like to ask for your autograph." I got up and walked to his desk.
I kept watching my father, chewing on the cake that went into my mouth. Until finally I got something from the drawer, then he walked back to me and sat down next to me with some documents.
"You're a man, Bang. There's brains, there's thinking, there's logic, there's sanity. I'm asking you to sign here, you have the right to take care of it, but you don't have the right to sell it, because everything is still under control."
Power of attorney?
"Way what? Dad's there, you want to take care of me?"
Quickly, my father scooped my face and laughed loosely.
"Son of the Cendol!" it means in the laughs.
"Dad's still in power, but you can access it so you don't have to ask for Dad's signature. You may be entitled to take care, entitled to access, but not entitled to auction and sell, because you are not the owner." Dad caught my forehead slowly.
"OK, okay, Dad." I'm mangosteen.
"Yes, sign it, quick! You're just stifling my emotions." Dad took a deep breath.
"Dad is an emotion." I'm sticking out a shirt.
Easy thing, just a signature. But the responsibilities of my father have been legitimately shared with me, I will become a troublesome businessman myself later.
"Father love is like this, because you're sure of your wife. Your wife's boyfriend can give you the right opinion, not just gonna take care of you." Dad smiled faintly, when I had already affixed the signature.
"Here it is, his son b*jing*n." I rubbed my chin.
Dad glanced at me and chuckled. "If your papa's wife isn't even Aca's mom, the cake won't take long for her to be the owner of the coffee factory."
"So whose next holder? L'm kah? I'm not the first grandchild of the firstborn?" Along with my words, my father immediately gave a sharp glance.
I laughed, hearing the cry of my father in front of my face.
"You're Dinda's granddaughter, not Adi's. The next one will be Kaf, maybe Kal. But usually the rule falls to the grandson of the firstborn, not the first grandchild. The first grandchild usually gets a house, yes maybe Kal who can house your great-grandfather, Adi's grandfather. Only from his era, I did not dare nquatin because the tree behind his house shady right. Where the end is penetrated into the river again, prone to rising water even though it is said to be safe." Dad took a snack that was on the table next to his laptop that was lit.
"That's the garage for the harvest truck, right?" I thought that was revealed was Adi's grandfather's house ahead of here.
"Heem, you want to buy the land? The building can be destroyed." Dad smiled down. I think you know, if I'm not interested in it one bit.
"Adi's grandfather's house, rather than later become a scramble, mending from the beginning I buy." I'm just saying a prank.
"It has you."
I gripped with a wink in my mouth.
"I don't feel my transaction." Of course I'm such a fool.
"Yes, part. But don't get occupied, you gotta get near your home! Who would you be, if you weren't next to him?" Dad took a quick glance, then rubbed his face.
"Sir Gavin once said it still belongs together." I have not forgotten this fact.
"Try asking back. If it belongs together, the grandchildren of any child have been called nquatin. The big family agreed to be quiet, let you try. Now your efforts are three, all the way. Just take it and bring it."
Did ya? But I'm not sure.
"Lied!" I stared at my father's cynic.
Dad took a deep breath, then both of his hands pulled my collar. "Let's fight," she asked.
"No need for me, where have I ever fought a jotos." I'm trying to get my dad's hand off my collar.
Plaque….
Dad's right hand took off my collar, but he landed a slap on my cheek.
"Dad nantangin, let's fight." Dad got up, dragging my collar made me want to not follow him to a place that is more spacious than things.
"What the hell is Dad?!" I'm the laziest to play a drama like this.
"You're accusing me of lying?! Hmm?!" Dad pulled my collar stronger.
I'm like a wind-blown crackle.
"No, Dad. Just tell me if it doesn't fit in the heart, I can apologize." Just cry for me.
Bughhhh….
I staggered to the left side, as my right cheekbones received an unexpected blow from my role model. I wanted to cry, because my father didn't seem to understand a bit of my mistake. I just need to apologize, not get a violent sentence like this.
"Sorry, Dad." I held my upper arm.
My father's left hand is still holding my collar. I'm not sure if I don't get a backlash. But I can't escape, let alone avenge my father.
It's trivial, but I got so angry. What is this dad fussing about? What is it that goes too deep like this?
"Sorry! Pardon me! Trivial is your mouth spoken! You heard yes…."
Dad pulled back my collar with both hands, then his knee was slammed into my stomach.
The pain, like a jump Cala wrong landing.
My father's possessed.
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