Jangjun's mattress is indeed softer and thicker than Ryushin's mattress.
Jangjun's room also has heating. What a selfish parent!
In fact, Ryushin preferred to sleep on the sofa a neighbor gave him, all along. Ryushin's room was very cramped. And even worse, the window in Ryushin's room didn't have shutters. Just the jamb.
You know, this is not their home. This simple house was rented by Jangjun at a cost of 3 million rupiah a year. So, it's a small and simple rented house.
"SHIN! WAKE UP! GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM QUICKLY!" Jangjun snapped, still kicking Ryushin's ass.
Ryushin lazily sits down. He rubs his eyes, before focusing on Jangjun.
"I'm worried about Papa. I know Papa would be scared if there was a thunderstorm like this, right?" Ryushin said softly. The look in his sad eyes can really make Jangjun submit.
Jangjun crouched down in front of his son. Jangjun gently stroked Ryushin's hair. He could still clearly see the stitches on Ryushin's forehead.
'It turns out that the scars are still there,' he thought.
Ryushin looked down.
"I also don't want Papa to feel alone. I don't know why, but I always feel that Papa is a lonely person," continued Ryushin.
Jangjun smiled proudly. Jangjun did not expect that his son, who was sometimes impudent, loved Jangjun so much.
Jangjun gave his son a warm hug.
"Thank you, Shin! Thank you for accompanying Papa all this time. Thank you for never complaining. Thank you for everything."
Jangjun said while patting Ryushin's back.
"Okay, as a gift for you, papa will make you warm milk now. Okay?" said Jangjun who received a small nod by Ryushin.
***
Jangjun stirred his homemade condensed milk. He smiled to himself remembering how much Ryushin loved Jangjun.
After Jangjun tasted Ryushin's milk, Jangjun stepped into the room. The room was so warm. Just a few minutes in the kitchen made Jangjun cold. Bandung is indeed very cold this month.
Jangjun was in front of the bedroom door at this time. Jangjun grabbed the doorknob, then turned. However, it's hard. The door to the room could not be opened.
Jangjun banged on the door.
"Shin! Open the door!"
No one answered. Only Ryushin's snoring was heard.
"Shin, oi! Wake up! You didn't really lock papa from the inside, did you?" shouted Jangjun.
Snooze!!
After tired of banging on the door, Jangjun realized something, that his son was not as good as Jangjun had imagined.
"Ryushin!! So, you purposely locked papa from the inside, huh?" shouted Jangjun, sitting limply in front of his own room.
***
Jangjun was in Ryushin's room. The room is narrower than the room. Rooms without shutters. Rooms are leaking everywhere. It was still raining, heavy. The splash of water from the window, which had no leaves, was able to make the floor of Ryushin's room wet with rainwater.
Jangjun approached the window. Jangjun looked up while spreading his arms. Jangjun remembers if someone talks about the raindrops it can penetrate to the heart. Cools every joint of life, which is in the body.
Jangjun tried to imitate the scene in his brother's favorite Indian film, Kim Jia.
Jangjun tried to stay calm. Forgetting for a moment his annoyance at Ryushin.
Tiaarrr!
Jangjun jumped and fell backwards.
"Ryushin! What an ungodly child!"
To be continued ....