The Father Boy
ALA63'S CHAT. Enjoy the process
Izza watched the lines of people who had fallen asleep. Looking for her husband, she saw him among her husband's sleeping cousins.
Disappointed approached her again, because since then she could not be closed because she expected her husband to come to her. His frustration was buried alone, with his long steps leading him to sit alone in the living room.
The snoring was earthy, not making him envious to rest either. However, his eyes remained closed to stem his tears so as not to plunge free from his eyes.
"Don't fuss, son." Givan entered from the outside into the living room by swinging Kaleel.
"Eh, haven't you slept?" Chandra was shocked to see her daughter-in-law moody all by herself filled with tears.
Izza was just as surprised to see her father-in-law suddenly enter. He hurriedly wiped his tears, then put on his friendly smile.
"Wake up, Dad." In fact, Izza had not slept at all until three this morning.
"Grandchild, granddaughter, ." whined Kaleel from the swing that weighed on his grandfather's shoulder.
"Next Kaleel bobo no? I'm a soybean, Dek." Givan went to go into the room of a thousand memories of his parents.
Key sleeps there with Kal, while Izza occupies the memory rooms of Givan and Canda. Canda slept there, accompanying Izza. While the men slept together on the carpet of the family room.
Givan could not bear to wake his twenty-minute eldest son. "Dot is it?" Givan offered his grandson another option.
Kaleel's whimper was so spoiled, Fa'ad felt memorized by the whimper. He opened his eyes and saw his son bothering his father-in-law, he obviously immediately took over his first son because he was not feeling well.
"You make the milk first, it'll be deformed." Fa'ad obeyed the orders of his father-in-law.
The idea of formula milk also came from him personally, because Key did not have to stay up every night to continue breastfeeding Kaleel. The child is actively breastfeeding at night, if even during the day the child is busy with his activities of playing.
Kaleel was taken over by Fa'ad, and Givan found a folding mattress for his grandson. He was worried that his grandson would sleep less comfortably if he slept with his son-in-law on the carpet.
Givan prepared a bed with a thin folding mattress for his grandson lovingly. "Let's sleep here, Ad. Kasian Key don't wake up." Givan pointed at the thin carpet mattress.
"Yes, Dad. Thanks, Dad." Fa'ad felt lucky to have such a large family like his father-in-law. Their love is also conveyed to him, not just to his wife and children.
"You're on the other end, let him not roll over there." Givan stepped up to see his wife's whereabouts.
The sight of Canda sleeping soundly with his mouth open, making his own opium for him. Givan chuckled, then stepped out from the room he and his wife had once occupied.
Givan felt his sleepiness coming. He wanted to make sure of his daughter-in-law, but he felt a little uneasy because Izza was a woman. He thought his wife deserved it more.
Givan took the last spot near the wall, next to Cali who had fallen asleep in Chandra's armpit. Half of his body was not avenged by the carpet, but still did not hinder his drowsiness that came.
Until the morning, Izza fell ill from not falling asleep all night. Izza was less able to understand, that her husband felt bad if he had to room together in the crowd of the family.
"If it is not strong staying up late, will sleep first can also cake Gwen as Asya." Canda came to the guest room of his house occupied by his son and daughter-in-law, carrying a caplet paracetamol.
They all work hand in hand to clean the house. Izza and Chandra were asked to go home because Izza was not possible.
"Yes, Deck. You weren't forced to work, because the others knew your ulcer had a relapse. Says Brother Key, he told you to go to sleep." Chandra again replaced the warm towel that was on Izza's forehead.
"The cure is. Next time, don't go in a lot. Izza is right on his body." Canda confused himself with his son-in-law.
He understood Izza's awkwardness, but Izza's awkwardness was like that. He said it was more than him first.
Izza thought badly again, he felt the family wanted to celebrate the pleasure of being absent. Even though Canda said that, so that Izza's illness does not happen like this again.
"It used to be okay if he was burning?" Chandra turned to look at her mother. He does not know how his lover if mingling with his family, he only knows from Izza if he just celebrated the crowd together.
"Izza at most ten hours home. Dad won't let him come home later, he won't, either" Canda replied later.
"I'm so confused, Dek. Why are you doing this? Sick again, sick again. I'm offended that you don't think you're happy with this marriage." Chandra repeated again to dip the towel in warm water.
"Biyeong…. Tell me to get me your money, '" cried Cala so loose.
"Yes, Deck." Canda hurriedly came out of the room.
"We live in a house there, Bang. It's home, it's home now. I'm not rehab anymore, but I'm waking up. Did you live there?" Izza looked at her husband from below.
Their eyes met, then Chandra straightened his eyes again on the window that was analyzed patterned boxes. "I don't want to get out of here, I want to rehab our house. I want to get up on the second floor, Za. We're going to talk about this, why are we being pulled back?" Chandra is now thinking whether his wife is not at home here.
"I want us to have time" Izza was a little scared.
"Za, what is this? After all, have you forgotten that I'm the oldest boy? You forget my sister a lot? I know you're an only child, who won't understand how it feels. But at least, you should know if in the future father is not there, I will carry the responsibility. Including, meet the needs of biyung as well. It's just rude, I know you will definitely leave enough for his wife. But if finally ending their age with Grandpa's same old cake that should not be together, it must be even heavier my burden for my sisters." Chandra looked back into his wife's eyes.
"Sorry." Izza held his breath. She did not want to cry again, let alone openly in front of her husband.
"Prophey, we're just getting started. Want this to want it, be patient first. We need a process, we need time. I remember having an appointment to spend this and that, but you're on a cake again. Rich my father, Za. I still need to make an effort, to get the materials as well. Besides I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed to have to ask the parents. We enjoyed the process, and I thought about you and about us. As busy as I am, I remember you. But you should be able to take care of yourself, your health for you. You can't eat, you can get sick, so you have to eat on time. You're okay, I can panic. Therefore, take care of yourself when I can't take care of you." Chandra stroked his wife's hair.
The sight of Chandra's jakun moving up and down, clearly visible in Izza's eyes.
"Don't rush to want this want that, want this like that. It's all a process, Za." Chandra lowered her head back.
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