The Father Boy
ALA71'S CHAT. Education and parenting
"Ask google." Izza snapped his fingers.
"Father more experience, surely he had never mastered the same thing and surely he knew how to overcome it. Want to be an experiment of that word? We don't know the truth, afraid it's wrong and the effect is fatal." Chandra doesn't want to get the wrong reference. Because not all the information he got, can be used as a recommendation for medicine for Izza.
"Yuk shopping? Kiss ah, let's get some spirit." Chandra doesn't want to argue about this for too long.
Eventually, Izza relented.
"Kiss not much, n****." Izza stopped her husband who continued to finish off her cheeks.
"No, I can approx. If you can't stand yourself, you've been out for a long time. Thankful dong, got my cake husband." Chandra has her father's arrogance that is often contrived.
Izza laughed crisply. "Alhamdulillah." Izza kissed her husband's cheek in anxiety.
"Let's go shopping, hungry. We buy breakfast first, then let's not panic cook. Cook the meat, Dek? Keep cooking the young bamboo stir-fry. What's his name?" Chandra rubbed his chin.
Izza gawked alone, it was beyond his power. Meanwhile, her husband asked her to make the dish.
"I can." Izza was instantly moody.
"We cook together, you're not alone." Chandra pulls Izza's hand.
His smile was immediately engraved. "OK on." She followed the hand of her husband.
Izza was a little awkward, even she let go of her husband's hand several times when accosted by some residents. She felt ashamed of herself, expressing her affection with her husband.
But eventually, he was made gawk by his father and mother-in-law. They walk down the street, they go in different directions. However, both are on foot. Heartlessly and awkwardly, her mother-in-law hugged her father-in-law's arm all the way. The laughter of the two, looks friendly in Izza's eyes.
He felt defeated by his father and mother-in-law.
"So, I was sitting on the porch." Chandra glanced at the tentengan brought by his father.
"Drug…." Canda waved his hand with a sneer at the child and his daughter-in-law.
"Dodol, Dandol." Givan laughed by holding his wife's hand dangling from his arm.
"The same old." Chandra shook his head with a look at his father and mother.
"How old are they?" Izza glanced at his father and mother-in-law. Then he looked at the streets again.
"Fifty years, forty-five years. Just not a woman, not a man on a routine treatment to a beauty clinic. Dad yes routine gym at home grandma same siblings, biyung occasionally invited. Because Biyung has a gymnastics group with a fellow daughter-in-law grandmother, even once a week is uncertain, because sometimes the gymnastics instructor does not have a schedule for biyung. Once scheduled, clashing continues to be the same busyness of housewives, so the gymnastics instructor did not feel good himself. I was paid, but not used his services. So the instructor said anyway, ask to be paid for every service used, no need monthly." Chandra knew, because her mother would often report and tell her anything that happened at home.
"But it's still fifty years." Izza was a little incredulous about the age of her father-in-law.
"Well, he's the heir, he doesn't work too much." Chandra often attaches things like this to her father. Because he doesn't know for sure, that the real heir is himself.
"What? Sir check I told you once, that father was a paintworker." Izza looked up at her husband. Chandra's height equivalent to her father, about one hundred and seventy-five centimeters, made Izza who only had a height of one hundred and sixty, have to look up to see the face of her husband.
"Yes, because stubborn. Pas modalin grandma same grandpa back right, the economy is starting to good again. I learned from it, not wanting to be too stubborn, because the old man was willing to help sincerely. Our lives are good for ourselves too. Parents are already rich themselves, do not need our money to be rude. Only parents are still parents, want their children to succeed and not live hard. They, including my father. Do not teach us to enjoy the money for free, there is a distribution of rations every month for us before marriage. After being able to be independent yes, taught the world of work and the business world. There is no story of father giving a letter of ownership of the company, with the results of directly entering our ATM. I know that the company in Singapore is one of my own, but I am not the owner there, I work and move positions continuously. Initially the workers, the more up, the more reliable, brought all kinds of cooperation meetings, continue to arrive in this position. Manager stays bang Keith, I keep a job with a stipulated salary. Just right, I was in college there got allotment money from dad, so my salary money was collected and there was savings to buy this it. From then on, count that ration money. The pocket time of the school, the cost of this, the snacks, given enough and overstated one or two thousand. From the rest of the money, I'll be able to cuddle for your fare. Even my snacks, don't have to end that way. Sometimes only two thousand snacks, drink bring your own. Taught to be concerned, taught to be money, taught to be independent early." Chandra takes pride in her parents upbringing and parenting.
Although his daily life tends to meet more caregivers, but the teaching, knowledge, affection and attention of his parents is no less. Moreover, about his father who can predict that he has a problem. Make him do not need a friend, which he made as a friend or friend vent. His parents were his friends and his best friend as well.
"Not sad, Bang? Can feel the cake less feel the wealth of the old man." Izza felt that her husband was as from the lower middle class as he was.
"Sad why? My HP is good, ram is also big internal and the camera is clear right in its time. Running out of fees, just call and ask for a pick-up. Eat good every day, delicious snacks are unlimited. The snack stock in the room was there, there was a small refrigerator stock milk boxes and UHT milk. Complete facilities, the TV has access to YouTube, can take a hot bath or cold water as well. Shoes, do not ask also must be bought even though it does not need. The latest clothes have kept, jackets and all sorts of styles are not left behind. You know yourself, right, every time you play offered Key's suit and Jasmine's sister who used one twice. Our clothes are rolling to our young brothers, we are old yes to the new part continues. If indeed no one wants, then offered to the neighbors before finally to doormat kitchen. But if the clothes are not decent or inappropriate, it is immediately destroyed. It was their upbringing, I liked it and was comfortable. Not curbing, the evidence supports me from the past to remain friends with you, even if the opposite sex. Although the time is scheduled, pressed memorization and salary, but is not it our obligation as children who must study? I understand the child's obligations, so I don't really demand freedom. After all, on Sunday nights, all holidays including the nine-night rule must have gone to bed. I want us to educate our children so hard. Education and hard rules, but made at home and comfortable with facilities and affection. Most importantly, we will teach our children to be civilized and think broadly. Let's not think negative thinking, don't menggedumel behind. Anyway, we listen well, so the child does not find a place to pour his opinion and mengedumel behind because he does not dare to express his opinion in front of the person concerned." Izza felt like her husband was insinuating her, which was clearly what Chandra had said.
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