The Strange Family
Gibran Zafar
"GIRBRANNNNNNNNNN Woyyyyyyy" shouted a woman who was estimated to be 25 years old walking out and calling her son's name
"Gibrannnnnnn" Shouted again
"Ey gibrannnn son of his parents Syahilla Zahra Hafifah The beautiful fellow". Shouted again and this time mentioned his name. She is Syahilla a housewife has a child from a foreign man she does not know, then due to the incident Syahilla pregnant produce a son named Gibran.
"where do you want to go" yelled and hustled around shouting.
"when it's a slave eta tea" murmured Shahilla and still kept walkers.
"Gib eh here turned out" Then Syahilla continued to search here and there and his eyes stopped to find his son
"What's bun?". Ask Gibran to his mother
"Chew eat". Say the Mother with a distinctive tone Sundanese people know oruh ya you
"Ok bun" was answered by Gibran
"Oy's behind her". He also say goodbye to his friends with regional language (sundanese language)
aing a rough language in Sundanese which means me
"Heeh jug kaditu, mrs maneh mawa nyere". Rendi temen Gibran with a soft tone
(yes, go there, afraid you might bring a broom)
"hmmm kumaha we maneh, sia saha njir hahaha mamawa bedog, heeh
hahaha
("hmm yes rich you, your father even worse njir, have a big knife, really not sep hahha.")
"hahha si Rendi gib, wah aing inget pisan ningali si Rendi in udag I sampe ka rice field, continue nu hayang seuri mah eta calana nepi ka rewek atuh".
"hahah the Rendi gib, wah gua still want to see the Rendi pursued by his father to the rice field, continue to make ngakak, it pants up to torn hahaha."
"heeh kawas in udag ku hound wae hahahah" Gibran taunts Rendi, and the victim is just a flat-face masang aja. And it made them laugh seeing his expression.
(Yes rich in chasing dogs aja hahaha)
"Gibran" cried again Syahilla
" Gosh oh yes bun". shocked while he was cheering and Gibran was hunting, those who saw Gibran panicked for fear of his mother's nagging immediately laughed.
"hahahah, Gibran please face the condition hahah". said Rendi who finally raised his voice
"Yo ah disperse disperse" regardless of the words of Rendi, Gibran immediately ordered the department to disperse.
Prov Gibran
Hi guys introduce my name Gibran my real name is only 2 words that is Gibran Zafar I only have a Mother that is Shahilla Zahra Hafifah.
I realized that I had the advantage of having an intelligent brain I also did not understand why I had a very rare ability for me.
If the intelligent brain down from Mother does not seem impossible, because Mother herself counts 3×3 must be counted fingers. But I don't care about it because Mother has the ability of herself that only I can see.
My careless mother sometimes bar bar, sometimes make me worry that my mother until night does not come home, because when the mother deliver the cake they ordered at the store mother, mother, mom likes to stray when she comes home. I'm very confused to have a mother but she has minimal inget ability. But I love her because she is always beside me.
Mother is a very good mother of attention and never choose a friend and she always advises me to say do not "hurt women if indeed women hurt men then shut up and leave". My mother is indeed the most perfect mother, because mother always gives the best for me I am grateful to have been born by Mother.
But only one thing I want to hope for that I have not yet achieved, is to meet my father.
Prov author
Gibran Zafar is a handsome 8-year-old boy. Not only does Gibran have a very smart brain.
It was proved that he often worked on the pr of his neighbor and that it was silently silent. Even though he likes to do PR certainly not free there must be a wage, such as being given ice cream or given money. While his mother was named Syahilla Zahra Hafifah she was a careless woman but she was kind-hearted friendly sometimes bar bar and indeed rarely men who want to be with her because according to them shella is a small body, all they want the body semok hold chest must be plump.
Shahilla was indeed careless and that attitude was what gave rise to its own conviction for Gibran. Shahilla lived with Gibran without her father Gibran. Gibran was eager to meet his father, but he had to hold him back because he needed to raise money to buy a phone.
Because, he and Mother are indeed people who are less capable. So Gibran worked hard to get the HP because he wanted to master learning and of course wanted to find a father figure. Gibran collects money from Gibran who is always the champion of the race.Money is divided between needs and tabunga, considering Mommy can not sell anymore because of the incident at the time Mother was caught by thugs.
But unfortunately it turned out his plan failed, he struggled to collect money to buy hp but all had to be postponed.
Because he had to go to the city, to participate in the international race, and Gibran one of the youngest students there.
And it will be a very interesting event or news for sure. Gibran's been registered as the Principal.
But he wouldn't know if anything happened when he arrived in the city.
----- While in the dining room-------
Syahilla had noticed Gibran's style of sitting and it was also gibran realized and felt astonished at Shahilla, whether he was wrong clothes or what Gibran thought.
"Bun". call Gibran by looking strangely at Shahilla
"hmmm". Syahilla immediately replied
"Well, Mom, look at me like that". Gibran asked with a grin as if he could not understand why you were so strange looking at him.
"weird mother same you". replied Syahilla by scratching the back that does not itch
"weird what bun". Gibran asked with a confused face
"you are from a small life with our mother continues to live in the village but.." hung up said Syahilla, then out of curiosity Gibran immediately replied
"but what" asked Gibran again out of curiosity
"you how to eat it elegantly rich city people so" said the mother with her innocent face
At that moment Gibran sat with his elegance and was very dignified. Mainly eat with a spoon fork, and there's a sarbet in to the impromptu. Even according to Shahilla when the gibran has taken the rice and the side dish is not directly eaten and even silenced first, maybe Syahilla thinks that the hot rice lives in the inflatable but her son does not say it is disgusting. The more he looks like a bagswan guy. Because of the eating procedures according to Shahilla is the eating procedures of the city children.
"Hmm I don't know why" Gibran said, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't know.
"yes mother wonder who pregnant mother but came out even another face and the more here see you do not understand, Mother never taught the rules of eating. But you eat rich city people, even yesterday you drink warm tea, cross his legs, keep fit you take the same cup of tea pisinnya (small plate/flatten the glass) in an elegant style, it is a sign that you are indeed the offspring of a child of blue blood. "nyerocos Shahilla tells more place to nag. It made Gibran hold his laughter, because the expression of the mother's hand moved to and fro, as if telling a story.
But he remained silent, enjoying the expression of the mother, which is very funny when he was confused. Gibran did like to judge his parents, because for him to judge the mother was fun. Syahilla who is a plain careless person sometimes he likes to recite what the child says.
That is why Gibran likes to prank Mother, sometimes his ignorant nature likes to make Shahilla cry. But even so Shela can only resign because her son will definitely be so again, but she must be grateful. Because, the existence of Gibran in his life made Syahilla no longer alone.
"The mother still does not understand why you as a child mother have a brain that is genius, even the mother's brain is ordinary even too stupid". with the appearance of his resignation continued Syahilla babbling who still did not understand the genius child.
"Hahahaha according to my mother, my mother's child, right?". chuckled when she heard the rant and the confession and the confused face. Making Gibran open, even though the mother was late or careless but that is what makes Gibran entertained.
"I believe you are my son obviously you used to be the one that the mother timang". grumbling Syahilla made her lips pursed, the more ngakak is this Gibran, seneng once he saw the Mother so.
'Well it knows how to wonder all hahahha". said Gibran who was still laughing.
"ihh the problem is that you are small, your style is different from that of the village child". still with confusion, yes understand, Mother Shahilla does like her long understanding.
"hmmm it's because my blood is more dominant to Daddy bun" accidentally pressed his father's name
"hmmm you know what your father is about". In a surprised tone like his son knows his father only.
"I don't know what but have explained that Mother and I don't look alike let alone otaku more genius than Mother like him My father is a genius" cibir Gibran who directly mocked the Mother but meant only to joke.
"Yes kak even mother sure your father is not just anyone because mother can see you like there is a soul what is that soul of noble soul that Mother does not know what her name is". shahilla said instead of replying to the taunts instead he added analyzing the father of Gibran with his head tilted, without remembering the joke that according to people who baper must be hurt. But for Syahilla it was just a joke.
"Bun when we k jakarta I want to meet dady" , Gibran shifted the topic, directly discussing about his father
"I don't know". stuttered Syahilla said because she was nervous because she herself did not know what to answer.
"Cihhh Mother Mother, until when the mother does not know do not know". hissing Gibran he was tired of hearing not know not know from the mouth of his mother, because he was impatient to meet his father.
'Yes, I'm very edible''. Diverting the topic to stop Gibran from asking his father. Because he was confused as to what.
"The mother who should have eaten me is finished". Ketus tones cold because annoyed with the mother
"Oh hehe ya". crybaby to distract awkwardness from hearing the cold voice of the child.
"Oh my goodness bun". Gibran patted the eel of a man he forgot to tell his mother, and Shahilla said.
"Yes" answered Mother.
"I forgot to tell my mother in 3 months I went to Jakarta to participate in the international CHEMICAL competition"., Gibran said, telling me that he would try to take care of himself
'Haaaa!!!!! koq ngedadak the hell? who is your list? ". it made his eyes perfectly round, shocked to hear that he was going into town feeling impromptu, according to Shahilla.
"The show is also 3 months motheraaa yes aampunnn, yes the same list of president." Gibran let out a heavy sigh, and turned the ball around as if he was tired of facing Mother who always just did not understand.
"Oh yes aampun how nak mama no money". now look at his face becomes sad because Syahilla does not have enough money
"Mother calm down I have koq money" said Gibran who now looks compassionately at Mother, because he feels and knows Mother does not have money.
"Where did you get that money, son?". Ask Mommy to Gibran
"Emang mother does not know yes if I like to participate in the race"., Gibran said in a cold tone
"oh hehehe, yes Mother forgot son". said Shahilla with a grin while her right hand scratched the back head that is not gatel.
"huff". Gibran just sighed
"hmmmm thank you you always relied on Mother, sorry Mother son, mother from childhood life difficult hiksss hikss" Somehow Syahilla became moved with her child, he is grateful to have grown up and is also grateful to have an intelligent child unlike his own who is lacking in his brain.
"have bun so I did not do this because I love mother and thank you for taking care of me and raising me until now". While soothing and wiping tears and also stroking the back of the Mother, to be calm
"Mother is doing it because of your obligation as a mother child and you are a gift. After you were born, I had a friend. From a small mother sebantara kara, since there you live mother feels more colorful". Syahilla said what happened while he was alive
"i love you mother" said Gibran because he could not say another word
"Dear mother gibran, the mother's child is already great again" echoed Gibran's words, which they now embrace each other and Syahilla was the same curl the top of the hair and kiss with regret. Gibran feels comfortable when in the arms of Mother.
"hihi ya dong bun" gibran replied to Shahilla's words
"hufffff" while Syahilla only sighed then the two of them now let go of her embrace.
'Bun I went to the room ya bun". while saying as soon as the gibran rose from where he ate earlier, do not forget to give a kiss on Mother's cheek and remove the rest of Mother's cry.
"yes". answered Syahilla briefly
After Gibran's departure, the only remaining dining table was Syahilla, who was still confused by what she had at the moment, including her own son
"hmm I'm confused I was the one who hummed that I was born but instead came out the other face. from end to head to toe puun no one or my group gk have any akunya". Shahilla murmured to himself
"Whose son he really is, the face of a very white bule, I am also white but a little yellowish.
geez is that man so perfect, if I meet him there I retreat.
Shahilla was unaware that anyone was listening behind the door, and who else if not Gibran.
"Mother mother, yes obviously I photocopy an Dad, so obviously everything that is on you is lowered from Dad including his brain" said Gibran
" hmmm". Gibran sighed later....
"god I did not expect to have a mother like this huff". while saying and shaking her head because of dizziness with Mother who still does not understand.
"May I meet my father amiin soon"., Gibran prayed that he would meet his real father.
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on the other side
A dark and stuffy room and the rancid smell of many human skulls were scattered and there was the sound of screams even many burglaries and a unique sight that handsome men were torturing the captives for betraying as his client dj the company and currently the man is playing with the victim by way of a face slayat
the srrt sret srrt
seriate.....
Sorry I am not perfect in writing especially with the flow. Hoho because I'm not an Indonesian literature major. But I will try as much as possible to write this story. Thank you for reading my fiction, I hope you like the idea I put into a novel.