The Father Boy
ALA289-290'S CHAT. Fieldwork

"If you respond, sir. That's how Nahda behaves." Lecturer, scolding me about everything. 

"Maybe he had a story to his papa, but I didn't say anything. Sorry before, if indeed he had gotten a call letter several times but not forwarded." I suddenly turned to my wife. 

Just imagine, the task is never done, empty notes, up to a bad absence. Even yesterday's test, his value was destroyed once. Where's Papa Ghifar again taking care of the accelerated test. I thought that Papa Ghifar knew something about his son, but he did not want to continue this matter. The proof alone, mama Aca told me to go forward, not just tell her husband. Must be Mama Aca has suspicions about this matter. 

"It's okay, sir. With her husband coming here, I can tell you the truth. Was Nahda too exhausted at home, until she was so indifferent to the obligations of the students here?"

Loh, right? I'm the bad one if I'm like this. 

"Not really, sir." Yesterday I had to answer that we were addicted to having sex every day, then taking off during menstruation only. Yes, shame. 

"So my advice, please chat first. Everything can still be fixed and pursued, sir. I'm sure Nahda is capable, before she was a smart and responsive student."

Is it because he feels smart, making him lazy to take education again? 

"Or maybe, Nahda's got a constraint in her faculty? That too can be talked about, it's still not too late for everything." 

I don't know what problems Nahda is facing either. Hopefully, tonight I can get him to speak from heart to heart. 

"Later I ask the Nahdanya directly, Sir." I smiled kindly, but this was a brain headache. 

Then, I made small talk for a while and said goodbye because the topic of conversation was over. Before returning home, I served Ra who wanted this and that snack. It's okay, it's not a problem. My wife and I are also looking for food. I bought snacks for snacks at home. 

"Bang, is sister-in-law tired of being a housewife? So he's sleepy on campus." Ra suddenly asked me a random question. 

"He's enjoying it too much." I never found Nahda complaining about this. 

In fact, the matter of money shopping alone he said until more. Whereas before Izza and I was always lacking. 

Ra mangosteen. He enjoys snacks, watching the streets. His mouth is very snug when chewing, no noise discussing this and that. 

My beautiful sister, I don't know who your soul mate is. But I hope he is better and more responsible than me. I often think about this, when I see him who is silent like this. 

Arriving at home, Ra went straight into the house. My lazy wife in college, she was on the porch guiding the three high school children to do and record their experiments using the tissue and the pump. 

I gave you the snacks I brought. I sat for a while to taste the snacks, then I let go check my work one by one starting from the pond. 

I have plans to chat about college with Nahda, when we're in bed tonight. For now, let Nahda monitor my sister who looks the most like the biyung. 

Nahda's wish that I could be fair to her sisters has not been realized, because indeed I have not had time for it. But surely I will do it slowly, so that Nahda feels that I am not favoritism. 

"Yes for sale, Bang. The other one said he asked for twenty million, the situation has been continued." The confidant of the father is showing some of the ponds belonging to the person who wants to be sold. 

"How about I talk to you first?" I'm afraid of a misstep, even if it's my own business. 

"Not to talk, just say done deal. Not the time for Abang for any permission, Abang's business has been running, stay stabilized and developed more advanced. If you are in doubt with your own observation, let me take it to the owner of the pond that wants to be sold. Let Brother can chat directly with him, what are the obstacles in the pond or the problem. But I have been chatting with people who work, he said safely, because the reason is because of the health of the owner. The owner had a mild stroke, felt unable to take care of it, because his children were at work in Malaysia all, no one matched his father's business he said. So this pond wants to be sold, and his father wants to be pulled his son to Malaysia."

How do I feel awkward? If indeed his father does not take care, there will be workers who are able to take care of the pond. Yes, for example, like my father who is troubled to take care of his business, so use all believers. 

"May I have a conversation with the owner of the pond, which person is he?" I exhaled my cigarette smoke again. 

"This guy, Bang. Not much is just those two. He doesn't use people, use labor only if it's time for the harvest."

Ohh, small scale. 

"Yes, may I have a chat, can I transfer it now to the owner's place? Come on, let's get it done." I want to move quickly, because I have to see land porang as well. 

Has not completed the company's report in Singapore, where payday time is again. 

"By, Bang. Come on, Bang." This father confidant immediately took me on foot towards the village of residents. 

True as told by this father, the owner of the pond was very old. He lives alone here, because his wife passed away ten years ago. 

When the father told me earlier, it was like there was a defect in his delivery. But when this old man told me about his condition and the busyness of his son in Malaysia, I was convinced and believed that this story was true. 

Agreed. 

I immediately threw this stewardship at the father's man. Out of light, my pity appeared to the old man. I remember my grandfather who had a rib injury, then he was treated by mama Kin until his condition recovered. 

In contrast to Adi's grandfather whose path at that time was a little slouching, because of injury. This old man walked over, because he was already so old. I so imagine how his daily care for the old pond, fortunately not stuck to his lake. 

"How many anniversaries?" ask this father's confidant. 

"The longest week, Bang. Documents later I deliver, but please Abang take a check even once a week. It's nothing, Bang. I'm afraid I made a mistake, then Brother rebuked Me late."

Understandably, it's new. I focused too much on the new venture, so the old effort was forgotten. 

"Okay, I'll evaluate your work later." I patted the shoulder of a man of my age. 

I don't know what makes this man willing to contract death with father. Surely the movement is very limited, because the focus on work only. 

It is also true what he said. Like I don't know if it's my fault, if Nahda doesn't say clearly how she thinks about me and our sisters. 

"I live first huh? Finances are you set, then just make the report." I'm preparing to leave the pond area. 

"Ready, Bang. I must be honest to make the report, if it can be bargained later I convey directly to Brother, later I will go home." He followed my steps. 

"Ohh, if that's your problem, notary and court later." I showed off my teeth. 

"I know the consequences, Bang. I'm sure it's a responsibility of this magnitude, if I'm honest, I'm sure to take me in blessing and security."

Who already know the system of work on the father, yes those who are honest will feel at home. THR from the father is not about the one month salary allowance anymore, but the sumbako and shodaqoh of the father and the biyung are stocked to his workers, in the form of money or clothes. 

It used to be nothing like this, but because most money goes that way. Pesantren who do not ask donors only, father love free with unnamed notes during the speech of every event in the pesantren. 

The influence of the biyung is also the point. Because we were each of his children, shodaqoh Subuh already felt like a habit. Taught from the start of five hundred rupiah notes, to the point of value of half the contents of the wallet ever. 

So shodaqoh that dawn, at dawn we set aside money in a special jar for the shodaqoh. Then the money in the jar is given to people in need or charity, if the value is already felt a lot. So it doesn't have to be dawn we go out of the house and look for charity boxes, or ask what the neighbors are starving at that time. 

"Sip, the man who is held is saying yes in addition to the signature on the stamp." I chuckled small. 

I didn't mean to scare him, it's just that it's the present. Even Hema and Bunga, they did a prenuptial agreement. Commitment to a sacred bond is not enough now, must be accompanied by a signature on the stamp. Even when I got married, I signed a marriage agreement whose number of materials was not only one. 

Although divorce is more complicated than marriage, many are married twice a year. I so imagined, how troublesome it is for those who do a lot of agreements like me, then have to divorce. Must be back and forth not only once, must be troublesome and the cost can be dozens of times. 

"Rubber, Bang. Yesterday was marriage, there were also so-so. The fine is nothing, Bang. But it seems that the price of us this man is smeared right if we make a mistake in a big commitment." He stepped hand in hand with me. 

Ohh, he's a newlywed. 

"I don't know if you're married." I glanced at him, then crossed ahead on this wooden bridge. 

"The Brother in Jepara, Bang. I was given a free five-day stint, kept the job that Ghavi's uncle held." He used the wooden bridge after me. 

"Yes? Unheard. Happy new life and sorry for not coming on your happy day." I am like a human being who is inhuman to his own employees. 

"Thank you, Bang. It's okay, Bang. Biyung has come with another big family. I'm really glad they all want to come on my modest show." Her smile bloomed awake. 

I got in front of my parked car. 

"Remain simple? Eighteen million a month, right?" I opened my eyes wide and held back a laugh. 

He laughed embarrassedly, bowed down and shook his head faintly. "Much simpler, than Brother's family event." He tried to downplay it. 

"Which family way? You've never even been invited to my wedding twice, have you?" At our Thanksgiving party, never invited an outsider despite the father's employees signing the stamp. 

He laughed crisply. "Abang could be, my event yesterday was just a simple family thanksgiving, Bang. You see, I have a nyicil house to dad, Bang. So my pay was cut for that house."

Ohh, I want that serepot to take care of the personal things of his workers. 

"Ordinary house, right? Not even five million, is it the installment?" My shadow is a house in subsidized housing. 

"No, Bang. Home build yourself, use the services of Uncle Zuhdi. Driven so, the cost is the same cost of everything the father covers, I know nyicil so many years. If the land anyway, My land is the result of work in Japan, when I graduated SMK, Bang."

Ohh, it deserves to be chosen by dad. You know what, work experience is what determines a lifetime employment agreement? Father will not look at education, but his experience and insight in a particular field of endeavor. 

"Oh, great. Spirit huh? Proud to buy your own land and build your own house." Because the cost of making the house is many times the cost of the land. 

"Ready, Bang. I'm still nothing, Bang. There is a car installment, plus the wife asked to take a motorcycle seat blooms yesterday. So many credits."

At the end of our conversation, we laughed a lot with little jokes like this. The king of Pharaoh was defeated by persuading his wife, let alone us ordinary men. Persuade Asiyah to take care of the Prophet Moses AS, granted Pharaoh because he loved his wife so much. Whereas in those days, there were rules that he made himself, to kill the baby boy who was born. Especially just to credit the motorcycle seat blooms, yes of course we the backbone willing to take installments. 

It's still three in the afternoon. I rushed to the porang field, before stopping back to the ginger production house. I want to finish the field check today, about until seven o'clock. That night I could check the company's report in Singapore, then the night could chat with Nahda. 

I only plan, may Yang Kuasa launch my activities today. 

At half-ten in the evening, Nahda was rubbing my calf area with a hair-thinning cream. He said he wanted to experiment, before he could use it for his armpits. The feathers are fast growing, two weeks already lush. Therefore, he tried a lot of cream thresher like this, because he said embarrassed to take care of the feathers in the salon. 

"Sir, you went to Adek's college." I closed my laptop, after I finished my work. 

His eyes immediately poked. 

"So, are you really there?" His face was only a look of shock, not fear or panic. 

"Yes, same Ra after picking Ra up last afternoon." I looked at his face. 

"It's okay the calves are so slippery bald, right?" Nahda kind of distracts me. 

Is it true that he does not like the world of education? Or, is someone making fun of him on campus? Or maybe, he was insecure because he married so young? 

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