The Father Boy
ALA52'S CHAT. Footstep back
"Don't take off the clothes keep dong, Bang." Izza approached her husband with a piece of paper.
"Gerah, no cake at home biyung. Fan at every corner, AC can be on at will." Chandra wiped his sweat with his shirt.
"So you want to ngadem in Biyung?" Izza was offended, thinking her husband would not enjoy time with her.
"yok? Foky." Chandra took his wife's hand.
Izza heavily stepped up, his face instantly sour. He wants to enjoy their time together, he wants to be away from the crowd. However, her husband did not seem to understand her feelings.
"Why? Hm?" Chandra pulled his wife's chin.
Izza shook his head, he threw his face the other way. Automatically, Chandra's finger checks on his wife's chin regardless.
"Now that is it? Why?" Chandra embraces his wife.
Izza. "If you want to go to Biyung, you have already gone there. I'm gonna take a break." Izza left her husband in their living room.
It is not that he regretted the hasty marriage. Only, she felt disappointed because her husband did not understand her wishes. He only wanted them together in one pillow, not Chandra as if to give distance by continuing to want to gather with his parents. He thought, Chandra does not consider himself important.
Chandra did not understand, thinking that his wife really wanted to rest because of exhaustion with their activities last night. He thought positively, he actually visited his parents' house and closed their door.
Izza rubbed her tears, thinking the door was closed because her husband wanted to come to their room. In fact, long wait no sound of footsteps also approached. She was now absolutely certain, if her husband went to her parents' house on trivial grounds.
Chandra sprawled his body on the carpet of his parents' living room, reading a piece of paper listing the contents of the household appliances his wife wanted to buy. Sweep the fan from the ceiling of the house, making himself evaporate several times. His sleepiness was coming, hypnotizing his consciousness.
Givan glanced at the whereabouts of his son who was lying down. He opened his bedroom door, thinking that his new son-in-law was in the room with his wife. Canda was sleeping in the middle of the bed. There was no one else in the room, his daughter-in-law was not around his house.
She remembered Canda's interaction when she was a newlywed. He remembers once, when Canda continued to be at his mother's side despite just sitting together in silence, with a look towards the television.
Why isn't her daughter-in-law in this house? Givan began to wonder, by walking through the living room and terrace of his house. Arriving in the yard was quiet, he also noticed his son's house was closed tightly.
Is Izza coming home to pick up his personal belongings? But, Givan felt that it was impossible. Because, his son fell asleep in his family room.
Givan recalled the Canda who kept approaching him and put on a big smile, when they were still newlyweds. Why don't his son and daughter-in-law look like that? Givan immediately assumed they were at odds.
The fence of his house was open, the son-in-law of his foster children entered the yard with a motor matic. Givan keeps his eyes on Revano, Jasmine's husband. He felt that Vano's working hours were not clear, because the morning had left and midday came home.
Isn't the work hour less than eight hours? Moreover, a big self-service manager.
"Just come home, Van?" Givan felt like he mentioned his own nickname.
He stepped down from the terrace of his house, he approached his son-in-law who was pulling the standard middle of his motorcycle. He immediately looked into Vano's eyes, the young man continued to decide their views. Until Givan noticed the state of Vano's vehicle, until finally he got a little suspicion.
"That morning, you were Jasmine's bull on your bike?" Givan clasped his hands, he again noticed his daughter-in-law who was removing the helmet.
"No, Dad. No one's screwing me, I was in a hurry this morning." From Vano's gels, Givan concludes that Vano is covering something up.
"Oh yeah?" Highlight Givan's eyes continue to suspect the left rear footstep of the motor.
"Yes, Dad. Why indeed?" Vano took off his jacket and put it on top of his vehicle's speedometer. Means that the speedometer glass does not break, because of the heat of the sun.
"Where is it?" Givan immediately gave a hostile look.
"meaning?" Vano fused his brows.
"Where down?" Givan's cue was so clear.
Vano watched his father-in-law, glanced at the back footstep and looked back at his father-in-law. "What do you mean, Dad?"
"It seems impossible, if men sit with one footstep. Is your male friend wearing a sponge skirt?" givan clearly with a sharp look.
Vano directly rubbed his face and cast his gaze in the other direction. "Perhaps, a few days ago Jasmine was a bonceng."
Givan is convinced of Vano's suspicious behavior. He blinked for a long time, then got off the motor.
"Yes, maybe." Givan doesn't believe it, but he's determined to find out more.
"Yes, Dad. I go first, right? Hot right." Vano glanced towards the sky, then he fled leaving behind his father-in-law.
"This is how you play?" Givan smiled obliquely.
"Well, see Chandra bang no?" asked Hadi who appeared from the side door of the liaison yard of their house.
"In Dad's house, again molested." Givan walked back to the terrace of his house.
"Who? Sleep on? He said he'd get a coffee." Sitting on the terrace steps.
"New bride, tired of staying up last night. Anyway, your brother is a model's mole." Givan sat next to his son-in-law.
"Steers, Dad. Dayyan sleep must be swayed, this spicy shoulder wear sling. The baby is heavy too." Hadi stretched his neck, with one hand placed on his shoulder.
"The name is new too, Di. Ceysa was more pitying, humming nine months in her little belly. You imagine the weight, because it's not just a baby, but there's fluids and stuff." Givan glanced at his son-in-law's arm.
"Why you? There's a gini tooth." Givan touched his daughter-in-law's arm.
"Ceysa bit last night, upset she said. Recently at home, he seems to want to go berserk." Reminded me of the discussion last night.
Givan recalled his son's habits. "Biantem?" ask Givan briefly.
"The money's up, I said I'll ask for ashes. He doesn't want to, he wants us to do it. Last chat with ma, because ash again to the design office, he said I was told to take time off and focus on work first. I'm being honest, Dad. I am confused what to do? I should how? What should I do too?" Hadi spilled his resignation with the situation.
Givan understands, Hadi can not be asked to work. In fact, his son's interest in working was in the late age of twenty years.
"Ngandelin palm just takes time, Di. I can't help you if you don't know what you're interested in. Do you want to go to work first? But you should know that a worker can't be a boss." Givan understands that his daughter must be much more mature than Hadi.
"Ceysa told me to sell the sarong. Oh, God, Dad. Mentally I'm not strong college bring a big tote bag stuffed all holsters."
Givan immediately turned his head towards his strange gaze. "Do you know how to sell negligee?"
Hadi nodded, he bowed weakly watching his sandals.
"What does a traveling biyung wear a large tote bag? What is it to the neighbor while throwing his negligent? Not so the concept of selling today." Givan patted Hadi's shoulder.
Givan will not patronize traders, as most of his efforts are to trade on a large scale.
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