The Father Boy
ALA88'S CHAT. Hadi and Ceysa came
"What is our future going to be?" He wiped his own tears.
He had a thought there as well. Why don't you want me to try for our future? I won't forget to eat, let alone my stomach having its own alarm. It will sound when hungry. However, every eleven o'clock in the afternoon Izza had spam chat and call to eat and pray.
Indeed, it was as a sign of his concern. But I'm uncomfortable, because it's done too much. No need to spam, when I have time to see the message, I will reply.
"So what do you really want?" It feels so stiff.
"Will you divorce me? Because of my brother's family? Why does he want me to keep going, as if I don't want to hold on to you."
Aye? Aye? His mind is like this.
"As far as you are, Za. I really don't talk like this. You better do the activity there, let me calm down first. Here's today's money, whatever you want." I gave all the money in my wallet.
"Kok Brother is like that? Impressed as if I wanted your money!"
Astarghfirullah….
"Get in the room, Za. Don't greet me, before I get close to you!" I need inner birth calm.
"Abang don't want to be aware of our situation, can only turn me on. Think about how I feel!" He stomped his foot into the room.
"Yes, now I think," said I who was answered with a door slam.
I was swept away in my daydreams, I felt like no one understood me. Want to vent to whom, father and biyung certainly want me to always unite women. Not that I failed to unite, but impressed that this relationship was boring because of his attitude towards me.
Dad and Biyung don't know how Izza's mouth is, I don't intend to tell you details either. Because what? Because Izza's son-in-law, I'm afraid he's attacked and hated here. He has become an orphan, if attacked by father and young, who will he be with? I feel sorry for her.
But I need someone who listens to my story, so I can hold back a little bit of frustration that I can't explain to Izza. Or maybe, for someone to give me advice and encouragement also to change Izza to be a good wife for me, a daughter-in-law who understands about my parents and brother-in-law who is like my own child.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat…." I looked straight at the terrace.
Hadi, Ceysa and Dayyan are coming.
Exchanging thoughts with Ceysa's genius brain? The genius is his brain, not his heart. His heart was like an ordinary human, only his way of thinking was more dated. He can deduce many points of view, from one word only. For example, the way Ceysa's brain works.
"Wa'alaikum salutations." I smiled in a friendly manner welcoming them.
It must be this light as I smile, so that they do not come to think about the burden I feel now. I don't want to look moody, at one month of our marriage. I don't want anyone to know if I have a void in my marriage.
"Bang, are you okay?" Ceysa panics, giving Dayyan to Hadi.
Geez, that boy looks a lot like Hadi. They are like sister brother, because Hadi who looks young with a plain face.
"What the hell, you can walk. It's just a wound, so it's hard to walk." I showed a bandage on the soles of my feet.
Ceysa hugged me, she rubbed my shoulders. "Alhamdulillah, my brother is still intact."
Hm, my face is instantly sour.
"Why do you think you're ruined?" I shook my head, watching her who had just let go of her embrace.
"Ma said there was a bomb."
Dinda's grandmother's family is a little lebay.
"Yes, cry he's at home." I sat on the sofa in front of me.
"I'm scared, Di!" Ceysa sat behind me, then massaged my shoulder.
Behind me was a sofa, and I was in a wheelchair.
"Again eating? Brother want what? Account follow, let Brother get well soon." Ceysa's head emerged from my left shoulder.
"Begging you here first, accompany your sister-in-law. You tell him about your life, your economic problems to him. Let him have a chatter buddy." I pointed at my room and Izza.
Back, I had to retell the fire yesterday. Minus, I'm not telling you about the bang Vano that brought Jasmine's sister back. It is still a secret according to the father, this is for the good of the content of Jasmine.
"I'm going to the hospital first." Hadi looked confused himself.
"I'm just here, as if Dayyan were there." Ceysa took over her exotic-skinned son.
Black sweet bule favorite.
"Yes, you're here with Izza. I'm out first, right? Maybe someone wants to go there." Hadi just ran away.
More like this friendship.
"Ish, I really hate Hadi. Persuade the midwife, he said let's go with KB." Ceysa confided in a low tone.
It's a bed affair, it shouldn't be shared with his older brother. Clap this eel.
"Not related yet?" I asked carefully.
"No, I'm still being raised. It's longer than normal lahiran."
Fortunately, Hadi was patient.
"Try asking Biyung, ma Aca, or to Tika's meme. They have a history of cesareans all over, so you understand it has to be the spirit. Fear later Hadi sulks, if you continue to be unloving. Only KB left first, consultation same midwife how good it is." I can't give any further advice, because I'm not an expert on bed issues either.
"Yes, he'll be pregnant again." Ceysa immediately pouted.
"Yes, come with KB, let's not get pregnant. Let you focus on Dayyan first, so Hadi can focus on college first." They secured Zuhdi's ashes and father's.
How else would you like? New palm oil was taken over by Ceysa, with new policies and rules from him. Sure, like the beginning of his business. Meanwhile, they even make a fuss if advised to sell. Hadi and Ceysa always point to each other if asked to sell.
"I'm traumatized, Hadi well then don't stop before suffocating himself."
Well, don't tell me.
"It was under the influence of medicine." Actually, I'm not sure about my answer either.
I once got the discourse, if the man under twenty-two years old is more savage than the mature man. In fact, their property can still be upright even though it has obtained its release point.
"Try talking to your sister-in-law there, bring Dayyan too. Brother wants to go to papa's house or his cake." Because daydreaming is complicated.
Papa Ghifar is more compassionate than his logic. He must have understood more about my heart, although not infrequently I often make his emotions overflow because of my disposition. He was the best foster father, second only to Givan's father. An uncle who never differentiates where his own son, where his nephew.
"Would you get there yourself?" Ceysa shamelessly breastfed Dayyan in front of me.
I don't want to either, but I'm his older brother. But yes, such a scene is not strange in my extended family environment.
"Watch papa's call later." I had a hard time getting off the porch, Ceysa's energy was just as hard to help me.
"Okay, I'm in? Is this room?" Ceysa pointed at my room. He got up, walked by nursing his son.
"Yes, Deck." I turned on my phone screen.
"Hallo, Sister-in-law. Lah? Why?" ceysa's greeting was followed by the sound of the room door opening and closing again.
"Pa…. No work?" Papa Ghifar picked up my phone.
"No, it's at home sir check you. You need anything? Papa's the way." Papa Ghifar seems to understand if the account needs his current role.
Father is there, he did not go on vacation to Kalimantan. But dad is getting a disaster, his figure is not always there for me who is in this mess of hearts.
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