The Father Boy
ALA92'S CHAT. Wandered
Izza was so excited when she heard from me. Like a prisoner going out of prison, he will get his freedom again. Yeah, that's how it looks.
I was still a lot of quiet and sitting relaxed when I arrived at his house, because my feet could not be invited to move too much. I let everything move, I just watch the activity.
I saw Izza's cheerful self and not moody anymore here, I was like seeing her while being drunk in love by me. Coffee has been prepared and snacks as well, he always put his smile when passing me.
Who's guilty here? Am I dzolim? Does Izza feel awkward there? But free expression in his own home? However, it was me who was not at home because there was no niece that I could disturb and no one else to chat with. I'm uncomfortable here, although it's nice to see him happy like this.
"Bang, I'm cooking balado eggs. Use instant seasoning anyway, because this morning was not busy making up. So, no time to shop." He served me food in front of me.
"Thank you? I still eat." I gave him a smile.
Adem sees it like this. But I'm stressed, because I can't talk to anyone but her.
A neighbor?
Of course, there are, but only limited chatting. I can't joke, or be pranky on the neighbors.
We were in the living room without a sofa and a table. But it was so comfortable sitting on the floor covered in this rug. We had dinner together, with the television being our entertainment.
"Bang, it's here forever right?"
I immediately choked. Izza quickly gave me a glass of water, then I immediately accepted and drank it.
"Why the hell, Bang? How did it choke?" Izza looked at my face from the side.
"Nothing." I continued to eat.
That discussion, let it be a casual chat in bed only. Because it's a little sensitive, with talk that will certainly spread everywhere.
A few minutes later. Eat already, pray already, Izza was relaxing with his phone.
"Sir, to yuk's room?" I asked him to touch his hand.
"yok? Brother miss me?"
What was on his mind, I asked him to have sex with my husband and wife? It was a long time ago, from two days before I was injured and to this day.
"Just be it." I smiled faintly.
N***, oh n****where are you?
"Yeah?" Izza turned off the television, then pulled me into the room.
Really? He dared to touch me more than was natural. He kissed me, as if he really wanted me. His hands were running rampant, as if he had memorized my favorite.
"Will you?" I asked by pulling his hand from my pants.
"Old time, Brother didn't miss?" He threw the question back to me.
"The sharpness has not been removed, the legs are still difficult to change position." I showed the bandage in my hand.
"Hmmm, how about I move for Brother?" He rolled his eyes as if he were thinking hard.
"By, try it." I want to know his abilities.
O*** I haven't felt it yet. I just did it to him, with me not getting the right thing because he never had the initiative. I never asked him or forced him to do so.
"Prayer, Bang." Izza pulled her clothes with a single pull.
I recited the prayer in my heart, then I pulled her waist down to get closer to me. My interest can be aroused, if he's an initiative like this. But why was there no such initiative yesterday? Is the place really influential?
When we started playing, his voice was so loose. Of course I'm excited, if he responds with a voice that makes me burn like this. Where did he sound yesterday? Since there was no sound, I thought that I was not tasty and could not make it so.
When the game was over, I was still excited to play it. I repeated it again, until the voices of the people in the mosque had stopped. There is usually someone who teaches until midnight. That is, we really just finished when the middle of the night came.
The next morning he served my breakfast as usual, without asking me to help him. However, there was one word he said when I left that was enough to offend me.
"Anything home from work straight home? Don't go to the hotel first." He busted with a smile, waiting for me to leave in the car.
"meaning?" Maybe my face looks sour right now.
"Yes, if you want to go to Biyung, you go home first. Clean up first, pray and eat first." I eased up a little, as he clarified his sentence.
I'm nodding. "okay." I opened the door and got into the car.
I don't really work, I just check and wait for the results of today's work. Until the afternoon came, I actually went straight back to Izza. However, I have a myriad of reports that I have to ask father.
"Za, maybe I'll be up until night. You wanna come?" I packed the document with a transparent tenteng bag that is usually sold in a photocopy place.
I don't know what the name of the bag is.
"What time? Not night. I'm here."
Why do I feel like he is avoiding going there? The incident he dodged or blatantly refused when I invited him there, repeated until it came one week later.
Rouse suspiction.
"It's a long time to play there, it's Sunday from morning to night like this." He greeted me with a frown.
"And I told you, I saw Zio as Kaf playing futsal. I'm WA and take you, but you don't want to." I feel not wrong because I have invited him, but he who does not want to be alone.
"Yes my brother still likes to wander. I'm a cake not a life brother. I allow it, Brother every day to the house biyung. In fact, willing to go to work first because of wanting to go to the home biyung. What the hell is in there? Want to go there and keep on why? Want to be free of me?"
How is his mouth getting bolder?
"My life is not about you, Za. I used to say this a lot! You're my wife, but my life is I'm living alone. You just know I went to the biyung, you don't understand that I'm there talking about work. You must be literate, if my business capital is also from my father. Dad was my teacher, my mentor. If I don't go to Dad, who else do I have to go to? Uncle you? Aunt you? Does anyone understand? Didn't you? They won't understand. I went to the old man, not the wander. I take you every time I go, not just go. So, I'm still wrong like this?" Our bed relationship is improving, but I feel like it's limiting me and my family even more.
Improved, obeyed, it even appeared not to know themselves.
"It was a time of courtship, Brother always tried to come to me. I'm married, brother always shies away from me." Izza pointed at my chest with her index finger.
"I go to you once in a while, Za. Even our relationship was ten years, we broke three years of my time in the boarding house. What exactly do you want? You asked to move, I'll do it. My parents aren't good at what to try, Za? Homes are rebuilt without charge, businesses are capitalized, supported, taught. What's wrong with my family? Until you keep this distance and want me to be far from family? I want to know why." My emotions are peaking in this living room.
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