The Father Boy
ALA91'S CHAT. Dad's workroom
"The party, Bang." Papa Ghifar pointed towards the road.
"Well, yeah. I'm going home, Pah." I know that car. Abu Zuhdi's car was also behind the car.
Papa Ghifar helped me push this wheelchair. The sight of dad, Biyung and the others getting out of the car made me very happy.
Poor thing, Hindun must also use a wheelchair. This wound needs recovery.
"Just Dad." Cala whined with a wail.
He used bandages.
"Come, sweetie." Dad approached Cala, then held the child who most resembled her.
They shoulder to shoulder brought Hindun's wheelchair up to the terrace of the house, then changed to help me. Though I didn't ask to come in, they just played lift.
"Biya…." Ceysa came out of Izza's room and hugged the biyung directly.
"Is it here, Dek? From when?" Biyung rubbed Ceysa's back, then their embrace slipped off.
"Just this morning, Biyung." Ceysa immediately greeted the others.
"Mas, I clean up first." Biyung went in this living room.
"Call aunty, Deck. Please prepare a room for Kak Hindun." Dad sat on the couch holding Cala.
"Yes, Dad." Ceysa walked into another room.
Everyone rested, with me being helped to get into the room. There was a quiet Dayyan in the middle of our bed.
I moved from my wheelchair to my bed. Izza fell asleep, with one hand hugging Dayyan. His eyes were wet, with a red hue on his face. Izza was crying.
If the cycle continues like this, what will it do?
I also feel sleepy too, especially because last night I just slept in the morning. Izza's scent has become a comfort for my natural sleeping medicine, I'm so easy to fall asleep if I've been lamenting its distinctive aroma. But it's not underarm odor, Izza doesn't smell at all.
Until the third day after the fire, I was called by my father to his room. I was able to walk on my own feet, even so slowly as a snail.
"Wear the balm, Canda."
I don't feel good about myself, interrupting their time. I don't know, if there's a biyung here. Dad is lying on the couch kama****, with the young man massaging the father's temple.
It's also my fault that I didn't knock on the door first, I really don't know if Biyung is in my dad's office. You see, I thought I was sitting in the kitchen with Izza, Izza was busy in the kitchen because.
"Sorry to bother, Dad." I looked down at the floor.
"What's wrong, sit down."
I just found out, if your couch**** can be used for massaging like that.
"Replace dong, Mas." Biyung stretched her arms, as I was just sitting on the sofa nearest to them.
"Later tonight."
Very ambiguous, I was embarrassed.
"Yes, come out tired. Order food, Canda. Buy chicken satay to eat later, again bosen regular cuisine." Dad got up from that place.
I do not understand, why is the sofa that is illegal to see in the public workspace? Why not in the room?
"Vano fugitive. But don't think about it and don't be bothered, om Vendra already taken care of." Dad sat in front of me. Meanwhile, let's get out of this room with the smell of balm that comes out.
"Couldn't you? He said tomorrow after the first check it's gonna pick up Ahyu." I was shocked, especially if I was his guarantor.
"I'm sorry, Dad? Not able to help economically." I have troubled him to this day.
"Nothing, take care of your household. Take your wife to where your wife wants to be first, so she doesn't get sick so easily. There must be a problem that he's been having. The lack of blood continues, even though he does not like to stay up late, right?"
Go to Izza.
"Yes, Dad." I'm worried dad's guessing about Izza.
"When not fierce, try if his in-laws to Dinda's grandmother?" Daddy's chuckling small.
"What do you mean, Dad?" I feel like Dad knows something.
"The queen can't be put together in one house, I keep thinking about your papa's words. There is also a point, although it appears in the eyes well. While at your grandmother's house, we lived together, we united Dinda's grandmother and rejuvenated Adi's grandfather. The son and daughter-in-law were obedient, worshipping and glorifying the owner of the house sincerely. It's like that." Dad rubbed his own chin.
"What about Izza, Dad?" I pretended to be innocent, even though I had my own problems.
"Father does not feel the loss of the figure of the child, it's a consequence. But I feel like I lost Chandra. After the wedding, you cake is not who you are. Actually, what's the problem that made you so? Try the story." I know my parents' strongholds are numerous and could be hostile to Izza.
"Maybe it's Dad's feelings." I laughed discordantly.
"Yes, to reassure your own feelings, I let you out with Izza. Yesterday I didn't forbid it, but wanted to guide you." Father's words are paused.
"I'll take Izza for a while. But the cake is a father's feeling, I'll still be me." I smiled broadly by pulling my collar at a glance.
"Yes now it is. If the house is so, please occupy it. The house remains four, with a different building shape than before so Cala and Cali are not traumatized anymore." Dad showed me a big piece of paper that already had a picture.
"Who made?" I noticed the shape of the building in the picture.
"Sir check Gibran. Ash can't draw, but the calculations are ripe. That's why they can be a unit." I held the edges of the paper.
"Oh yeah? Is my house on the second floor?" I see a difference in this picture.
"Rubber, keep your house sliding closer to Dad's. Later the side yard door is in the real side yard, so it can not access free entry and exit. It's safer, though it's harder to see Jasmine and Ceysa." Dad pointed to a field that said it was a single fence.
"Can be from that access as well. Why is my house sliding closer to Dad?" I glanced at my father's face, then returned to the picture again.
"Wildly great, your son will be many." Dad chuckles a little. "But I don't care if your kids stay at Daddy's, let him have a friend. Kasian isn't biyung often alone, if you work?"
Law of this old man.
"Father work the most checks, take a report. The cake needs this father." I laughed amusedly.
"And if age doesn't know."
My laughter disappeared for a moment.
"Don't say that, Dad." I'm chin-backed.
"Okay, I'm moving."
Honestly, I feel like there's something else that Papa Ghifar told dad. There is no way that simple sentence can make you understand, while when asking for permission to camp first until the rough must make a proposal and submission first.
"Serious dad? I'm ready, okay?" I got up from my seat.
Dad nodded. "Yes, please. Anything in deliberation, don't make your own decisions."
The message from my father made my footsteps stop. The message was so deep in my opinion, it was as if Dad knew about all my household matters.
What do you think?
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