The Father Boy
ALA69'S CHAT. Sembako package
"I want to take rice first, right? It's been told to deliver ashes to Ardi's check pack." Chandra pointed at his car whose trunk was wide open.
Several sacks of ten kilos of rice were piled up there, with some large plastic lined up neatly.
"Make what? The shodaqoh?" Key came out with his fingers still dirty.
"Threats." Chandra smiled broadly and walked towards his car.
"Awhile, Za?" Chandra turned his head before he got into the car.
"No, nothing said. Lucky for you, Za. I have a husband who plays go. Come on, come in." Key invited Izza back into the house.
Izza nodded. "Come, Brother."
Chandra has arrived at Zuhdi's parents' estate. He immediately moved the pile of rice in front of the house, then he brought other basic necessities. Not forgetting, he took out an envelope from inside his pocket.
Geck, tock, tock….
The door was knocked repeatedly. The sound of an electric token, being Chandra's friend is waiting for the occupants of the house to come out. Chandra doesn't understand, so many people inhabit this house, but this house seems like an uninhabited house.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat…." Chandra called out her voice.
"Yes, wa'alaikum greetings." Aini heard Chandra's voice, she directly came out of her room.
The door opened, Aini immediately festering at the sembako and envelope in Chandra's hand. He immediately remembered their discussion yesterday. Moreover, the work problem was drawn by Chandra.
"What's wrong?" Aini was immediately tense.
"Here, I told you to take this from me." Chandra follows the scenario of his father and his uncle-in-law.
"Your father?" Aini knew that the management of the field owned by the late Adi Riyana was taken over by Givan. So, indirectly the heads of the family here work for Givan.
All the citizens who knew the great value of Adi's legacy, immediately questioned because the fields were managed by the Givan people. Until Adi's confidants spread the information, that Givan only managed and earned wages from his job managing the fields. While the results of the field, still distributed by the rightful heirs.
The residents assume that Givan is Adi's stepson and is not entitled to Adi's inheritance. They forget that Adi's wife is Givan's real mother. However, Givan did not take issue with the noise of the citizens. For he himself rejected the division, until finally his share came down to his sons who had his niqab.
Givan taught life in the village, whatever judged by the villagers. While he felt all that was not true, did not intend to explain to the villagers. Most importantly, he is not what people say he is.
"This is the money, it has a name." Chandra handed me the envelope.
"What money?" In Aini's mind, it was severance money.
He hated Zuhdi even more, because his brother-in-law threw Ardi away as his efforts became more successful. Not without reason, Zuhdi was so fed up with his sister who was easily influenced by his sister-in-law. Ardi was always on his way, unlike his starting position and always asked for more than he should have a part of.
Because of Aini's nature like that, Zuhdi could bear to break the work of his sister. So, his sister became a farm worker in his in-laws coffee garden.
Aini has a pent-up resentment towards Zuhdi, for making her husband quite difficult at work. Back when working with Zuhdi, their economy improved. However, since Ardi became a land worker and farm worker. Making Zuhdi's opinion, just enough for their daily needs.
"Make a check, understand for yourself." Chandra's smile gave Aini goosebumps. She was worried that her husband was completely cut off from his current job.
Gotta make a living where, if her husband is really fired from his job in the fields. He panicked even more, calling the whole family.
"What's wrong?" The whole family shows up and wonders to see Chandra with the things she's carrying.
Aini immediately gave the envelope to the name of the owner.
"What do you mean?" They look at each other.
"Dad you really fired us, with your request? But you, Chandra?! Having a rich brother, instead of helping, but even more difficult brother difficult. Just because of yesterday's problems, you easily fired everyone who made trouble with you." Aini began to be brave when accompanied by her family.
"Do you know whose fault is the problem?" Chandra laughed heartily.
He did not agree to this, according to what his father and uncle-in-law wanted.
"You're not as good as Adi's tea!" accuse one of the Zuhdi family.
"You should know yourself." Chandra is relaxed.
"What the hell is it? Are we talking about facts? You're still offended, right? We you blame, because you're offended? You're not a boxer!" Ardi pointed at Chandra's face at close range.
Chandra took one step back. "So what should I say? You are not close brothers, you are other people and you have no right to speak as you please. Therefore, be careful in speaking. Therefore, keep the oral as best as possible. The conscious, the conscious, the conscious! We're human too, the same kind of pissed off and pissed off your cake!" Chandra turned to point at Ardi.
"A cocky young man!" added someone from the Zuhdi family.
"Man doesn't know himself!" Chandra turned her words around.
Chandra seems to be ganged up by the judgment of all of them, although Chandra can pull over, but Chandra feels compelled to leave immediately. He felt, this was beyond the scenario of his father and uncle-in-law. They just want themselves to give things, not turn to throw at each other like that.
The lights of the house suddenly died. Chandra knows the problem, which is that the house's electricity token runs out. The dead lights, like they're breaking their debate.
"Kh…." Chandra shook his head, then immediately turned around and passed away without saying goodbye.
The appropriate report, he gave to his father and his uncle-in-law. While not saying anything, Givan and Zuhdi felt Chandra was safe to follow the scenario.
"Sleeping, Izza's still in her Kek Key. You already belong to have your own KK, the RT sir came here he said later you can turn to patrol. Tonight it's Fa'ad's turn, maybe you'll be weeks away, if KK comes out he said." Givan pointed at his eldest son's house.
"Sleep where am I, Dad?" Chandra wants to have his own privacy, but he doesn't dare to protest at his father.
"In the guest room, bring your clothes from your house. A week at home with the same old." During that time, Givan wanted to throw off the awkwardness of Izza who had just entered into their family.
"Yes, Dad." Chandra obeyed his father's orders. He recovered his personal belongings and his own wife, then he washed his hands and picked up his wife at Key's house.
Chandra wondered what the two women were talking about. Because the chatter was still heard, with a crisp laughter sounded echoing.
"Za, home. It's eleven o'clock, Za," exclaimed Chandra in front of Key's house.
"Yes." Yeah." Izza hurried when she heard her husband's call.
Her embarrassment arose when her husband took her in front of his father-in-law. Chandra seemed not awkward to make out with him in front of his own father, even the look of Givan and Zuhdi's eyes was directed towards them.
"Later finish it. Let's go to sleep, my eyes are heavy." Chandra threw her body on the bed.
"Sleep?" Izza stared at the wonder of her husband who invited her to just sleep.
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