
“20 the cow is your in-laws want Eid al-Adha victims one RT?” sentak Kusumonegoro after hearing Paijo's narration about dowry for his wife the next day after arriving home.
“20 cows equals 400 millions, Jon. 400 million iso punjul iso nego. Ngendi seko money? Minds.”
“Pak... Roll up, this last chance.”
“First opportunity!” sergeant Kusumonegoro. “That last chance happened when you failed to do the first chance!”
Kusumonegoro growled and then took off his blank. He saw the son bowing his head. Not having a shower, not getting ready for the office. Her clothes were still the overnight clothes she had been wearing when she parted ways with Michelle.
“The retirement of your father and mother is not so much, at most it is just enough to buy two pairs of cows!”
“Sell one rice field, Sir.”
Kusumonegoro slammed his blank onto the table, causing Paijo to flinch.
“Your mother did leave a legacy for you and your sister, the rice field will be father tomorrow. But is it certain that a dowry of that size will guarantee your household and your love for that kenthir?”
“Bapak same most beautiful ghost talk like that!”
“You yourself are talking bojomu kenthir!” sahut Kusumonegoro mangkel while pounding the table.
“Listen father, Jon. A man's self-esteem is not measured by the amount of dowry given. But your responsibility is right now, ma'am, jamah lan jamaah.”
“Paijo understands, Sir.”
“Terus?”
Paijo wet his lips. As the oldest boy and already understood all the possessions of his parents Paijo only wanted two plots of rice fields doang for dowry needs.
“Yes, Sir. Paijo asked for the most extensive rice fields, two only... Count it as my legacy.” he said carefully.
“Yes, Jon... Jon... You used to date Puspita ndak never neko-neko. The same turn bule one it, never father feel calm.”
“Makanya Paijo invite the father of deliberation to make this situation calmer.” Paijo grimaced as his father slapped his shoulder.
“This is not deliberation, but you are feeling father!”
Paijo increasingly grimaced. The anger of his father was expected and he understood it would happen, especially when he said he would come out of the village.
Kusumonegoro nudged his ears until his body leaned to the side.
“Bocah iki melu kenthir, Gusti. Bojone. Duh biyung's... Njaluk in ruwat.”
“Malah ngopo boy iki... Jon!” pekik Kusumonegoro while beating his son's ass. “Build.”
“I used to be difficult to match, Sir?”
Kusumonegoro knuckles wrinkled. “Already knows takon.”
“Maybe my late soul mate because Michelle hasn't come into my life, sir. I feel he has it possessively.”
Kusumonegoro wanted to understand but it was difficult. Michelle is like an invader who wants to plunder the whole love, body and belonging of Paijo brutally and blatantly.20 cows and a swath of rice paddies even though he can afford to, he will not accept if their relationship only lasts a while. It was futile to think that old man.
“I'll work for Dominic's company, sir. So the financial expert, like a family treasurer but bigger business. Later I change a little bit of all father's money after graduating internships.”
“Internship?” Kusumonegoro. “Enak wae, Dominic used to ask for food here. I'm making a lot of money. Now you're interning at his company? Lacking.”
Paijo held back a laugh. On his father's lap he can see the twilight of the father who continues to eat time. Suddenly Paijo's chest jolted a stifling warm feeling. Leaving her father alone for the sake of that woman was really annoying and heartwarming.
“But if I'm in east Java, what father? Alone no..”
“Si daughter with her husband just contracted in her village there. You call the princess to come today. By the way there is important business.”
Paijo nodded then hid his face into his father's stomach. Nothing is as beautiful as his father because there will always be a gap in between fidgeting. On the one hand the treasure for Kusumonegoro is just a deposit. He was not afraid of losing the two plots of rice fields wong was already the ration of his son, he was just afraid their relationship ran aground because it was based on the lust of the world alone.
“Promise your father if all dowry follow you do not make this family ashamed in their family.” said Kusumonegoro while patting his son's back.
“Bapak understands this is a matter of self-esteem, I know there is a price to ask for the woman and if it is comparable to what you get in the future it does not matter as long as it is serious to marry.”
Paijo nodded, without any prestige he hugged his long-distance father because of his age and the prestige of his fellow men in expressing their hearts made the two seem indifferent.
“Consolation of Nuwun, Pak.” said Paijo heartily.
Kusumonegoro grumbled in his heart. 20 cows? Arep go ngopo's... Golek ramban wae saiki angel, wong sugih kakean. (Why do what, find rambans ‘grass/young leaves for cattle feed/goat’ alone is difficult now, rich people mostly behavior )
Kusumonegoro clenched his hands and hit Paijo's forehead gently.
“But you take care of yourself selling it. You don't want to!”
“Siap..” Paijo smiled as he hugged his father again. “Mamak must be proud of me, sir. Wife bule.”
“It... Jon... Jon... Mletre.”
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