The Father Boy
ALA34S. Another hunch
"That's why, let's not fret alone. If you think you don't want to, that's okay. Just call again, Chandra's still sleeping." Givan glanced at his son as seen from inside this bridal room.
"Yes, Dad." Izza did not want to extend the debate with his future father-in-law.
"Yes, assalamualaikum." Givan immediately hung up the phone call.
Givan watched his wife's activities, then he sighed. He understood, his son and his lover are now entering a communication problem that is less conveyed and less pleasing.
"Well, is Izza still being betrothed or what? I mean, let him calm down." Givan laid his body down next to his granddaughter who was being taken care of by Canda.
"This is where we stay together to be more calm." Canda pulled the easiest option he thought.
"Your son is hard to say, dear." Givan pinched his wife's cheek in front of him.
"I'll talk later. Dating for a long time, already know dating sins, in the long run. Adding the burden of the afterlife, every meeting can definitely kiss next door anyway." Canda said not without reason, but because he had seen his own son who was eyeing the cheeks of his future son-in-law.
"If it doesn't work, what?" Givan was still watching his wife on the move.
"We're married again." Hearing Canda's reply, Givan immediately laughed crisply.
"Grandma sometimes Granny does, Deck." Givan kissed Dayyan who resignedly taken care of by his grandmother.
"Grandpa is also sometimes Grandpa, Dayyan." Canda had finished dating Dayyan to be warmer, then he positioned Dayyan to be closer to his grandfather.
"The grandson of this mangge, the tall of the mangge cake." Givan hugs Dayyan and kisses Dayyan.
The boy looks resigned, because he has not been able to respond to his grandfather's boast. He could only cry releasing his voice, as his grandfather's mustache pierced his facial skin.
"Zinc!" Givan got up to hold Dayyan, as his wife had already moved into the bathroom.
He understands that Canda left his grandson to him, because he will fix himself this afternoon. The time of Ashar has arrived, the time they took turns in the bathroom to perform their worship.
Truly just a nuclear family, Givan dared to take Dayyan out of the house and mingle. They all knew who Dayyan was, and Givan was tired of explaining Dayyan's history to his brothers. Some of his adult nephews, many ask directly who Dayyan is to him. Givan didn't cover this up in the least with his family.
Dayyan's aunts immediately shrouded Dayyan and made Dayyan cry even louder. Dayyan is not used to being surrounded by people and he gets kiss attacks from there and here. Dayyan felt uneasy, because it disturbed his comfort.
"Don't, Adek is Beautiful." Ghifar pulled Ra who was unwilling to let go of his kiss until Dayyan cried after him.
The teenager released Dayyan, then sat down next to her foster parents. He said that when his parents sent him to the boarding school.
"Gemes, Pa." Ra's shady face and Judes Givan's highlight reveal who Ra and Ra's bloodline are in the Ghifar family tree.
"The baby's gaping." Ghifar pointed to Dayyan being carried by Givan.
"Call the decor guy, Far. I'm done with that, just ask to get a machine." Givan moved his body to paddle Dayyan who was in his arms.
"Yes, Bang. The caterer also told me to take back his things only time?"
Givan immediately nodded in agreement, he wanted the house to be immediately clean from the rest of the wedding reception. Marriage is simple, enough to disturb the view of his eyes. Because the yard looks so dirty with the rest of the mineral water drinks packaging glass.
Givan walked up to the king and queen today, and he wanted them to take a bath. He is still a parent, even though his children are married.
"Smoking, In. Danger for Dayyan, if you're still smoking." Givan didn't want his grandson exposed to secondhand smoke by his own father. Remnants of cigarette particles in Hadi's shirt will certainly be inhaled and enter Dayyan's lungs.
"Yes, Dad. A little bit, Dad." Hadi immediately released his cigarette butt and stepped on it.
"Yes, Dad." Ceysa immediately moved to fulfill her father's orders.
Givan sat on the bench that had been occupied by Hadi. He wants to convey something, which he thinks must be understood by Hadi later.
"Di, Ceysa's still breathing. It's only been about twenty days, right? You can hold it for not twenty days. Or at least, until the doctor says it's okay to have sex. You see, Ceysa gave birth to a cesarean too. I was a little afraid, so I used to go back and forth. In Dad's mind the wound is still wet, so fit in it out of the stomach."
Hadi immediately imagined and he immediately felt tense. He imagined it could happen if he did.
"Seriously, Dad?" Hadi directly rubbed the fine fur on his hand. He imagined it so creepy, until he had goosebumps himself.
"What's serious?" Givan turned to his daughter-in-law with a puzzled look.
"Out of the stomach" Hadi said later.
Givan patted his eel. He did not understand there was an adult male as stupid as his son-in-law, he became worried that Hadi could not make him comfortable in bed.
"Fear, Di!" Givan puts emphasis in his voice.
"I'm scared, Dad." Hadi ketar-ketir thought.
"No need to fear later anyway, now Ceysa is not anything?" Because Givan thinks that Ceysa is still in a puerper state.
Hadi immediately saluted his father-in-law. "Ready, Dad. You can hold my word." Hadi patted his chest.
Givan nodded. "It's supposed to be holdable, worried Dad thought of." Givan looked straight ahead.
"Dad don't have to worry, I can't hurt Ceysa." Hadi believed it was impossible for him to attack his wife in the puerperium.
"Okay sip, Daddy's going inside first." Givan wanted to give his children an order to get better and take a bath because it was late afternoon.
Chandra immediately searches for the whereabouts of his cell phone, when he just woke up from his sleep. He was a little disappointed, because his lover did not send spam chat and call.
"So Izza called, I'm the one who picked up." Givan said by rubbing his head with a small towel.
Chandra glanced at his father, then he turned to check his phone call history. Right, there was a phone call that was connected for a few minutes.
"What the hell is it, Dad?" Chandra is worried that her relationship with Izza is being disrupted, as her father is meddling too much with her affairs.
"Izza won't be picked up. Let him calm down, Bang. Just call her back later, or you pick her up at her house. Open up a little bit about you, information about your family, let Izza not negative thinking continue. He's hard to understand, but he doesn't want to understand that it's hard to understand here." Givan rested his hair in front of the mirror.
"I want to marry her, Dad. I don't feel good, cake will be nothing." He felt his mood so chaotic.
"Don't say anything ugly." Givan passed his son daydreaming, rubbing his son's shoulder at a glance.
"Where, Bang?" Canda approached his son who was in chaos.
"That, Biyung. To Izza yuk's house?" take Chandra to her mother.
He has another premonition, which seems to make him and his relationship with Izza even more complicated.
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