And I don't know how many hours I've been here. Until Arni's soft voice woke me up.
"Master, Master...."
I blinked my eyes. My body feels so sore and feverish.
"Muri has left, while the children are not at home. You can go home now,"
I hurriedly got out from under the bed. And sure enough, I immediately started sneezing without stopping. My body, it's all hot.
"Sovereign is okay?" asked Arni.
You have eyes, how come you don't know what's wrong with me?
"Indeed, your brain can't think of how someone trapped in such a stuffy place and almost all night can do nothing last night? You naughty bastard!"
I immediately left while shuffling, ignoring Arni's screams which I didn't understand nor cared what she was shouting. I want to go home soon, want to drink ginger tea, and rest all night in my comfortable room. My favorite couch.
*****
It's getting late, it really is almost late. I sneaked into my own house with a hungry stomach. I remember, that if my bedroom window was still opened earlier, I would have passed there and then slept soundly.
I haven't had time to approach my bedroom window. I heard the sound of the door creaking. Who? Is it true at this hour that someone wants to go out? Whereas usually, the courtiers prefer to talk inside while drinking wedang ronde rather than having to go outside in this fairly cold season.
"Where have you been?"
I was about to jump when a deep, hoarse voice greeted me. I'm dead. But, wait....
"Dad?!" my great-grandson. I saw that father looked at his hips.
"Where have you been? Until Father and your mother came home you weren't at home to welcome us? Did you go out on a date so late, hm?" father inquired with knitted brows. This Father, maybe his dream was to be a police officer. When it comes to investigating, he's number one.
"No, Father. I'm finished visiting the garden."
"This late? Didn't think you'd finished visiting someone's wife," he quipped and hit the mark. I was nervous about it.
"Father, don't you miss Father's son?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Father Nathan still looked at me with a strange look
"Missing," he answered very briefly.
"Not hugged?" I asked. He laughed and patted my shoulder.
"Such dirty clothes ask Father to hug?" he said through his laughter. "Later these expensive father clothes will get dirty just because I hug you,"
I sneered, he even smacked my head. He thought I was his little son.
"Shower, change clothes, eat, then rest. Your body is warm. I'll tell you to make hot ginger later."
I just remembered when my mother came. I ignored my father and then ran into the house. I'm sure where he is now at this time. Sit back and relax with the courtiers while enjoying the hot wedang ronde in the living room.
"Mother!" I shouted. Approaching the beautiful woman who was sitting so gracefully.
My mother hasn't changed, she's still the same as the last time I saw her. Still so charming and charming.
Mother seemed to stand up, and with teary eyes she was about to come closer to me. Before we could hug, Father was already standing between us with her arms crossed. This parent really sucks!
"Don't hug my wife. Later her precious body will be dirty because of your dirty clothes. Go, take a shower first!"
"My husband, you don't have to be like that, right? He's my son!" said Mother who did not accept it.
I know how this scene goes.
"Well, I'm your husband."
"But--"
"Already, done!" cut me off so they don't argue anymore. "I'm tired, I want to sleep!"
They immediately fell silent, stopping their ridiculous argument. I totally don't understand how two people who are always fighting can live under the same roof for this long. Truly extraordinary.
This morning, it was raining quite heavily in Kemuning. Turning off the livelihoods of some people who had hoped for a lot in the evening. I exhaled my warm breath, my throat was choking now. And my head still feels dizzy. It is true what people say if the most valuable treasure is not money. Apart from my family, I'm healthy too.
I massaged my temples. Maybe it can relieve the pain in my head. Somehow, the images of yesterday's events kept flashing through my mind. This is really crazy. How can I keep remembering my interactions with Arni? Especially when her innocent body is wet....
"Are you sick with a fever or miss?" I turned to see my father sitting next to me. Then, followed by Mother.
"Dad didn't go to the garden? He said he wanted to go to the garden." I asked. Dad shook his head.
"Being lazy. Those damn factories have been strangling tea pickers, especially us. Don't you notice?"
"The problem with the quality of tea leaves that can enter the factory to be processed?" I guess. Dad snapped his fingers.
"If you know why are you silent?" he asked, I'm sure if Dad was annoyed with me.
"I'm angry, and I don't accept it, of course. However, I also understand, Father. Business is still business, they also want to give the best to their customers. Moreover, there are so many competitors. That's why factories set certain standards for us. . And I think that's good."
"Good for your knees. If you don't receive a lot of tea leaves, it's the same as making us bankrupt and unable to pay the garden workers!" Dad said, who was already emotional. I know I heard that word. Because the result is true.
"The good thing is, we also have to do our best, Father. How can we improve the quality of our tea leaves? The same goes for the pickers, who won't just pick tea leaves just to make their throats full. After all, for one year, the garden data collection has been proven. doubled, Dad," I explained. Dad seemed to be nodding.
"Good. You are descended from Father's blood. However, what about the affairs of your soul mate, whom you haven't met yet, Jun?"
"God! my husband. It's far from right that you've turned the conversation around. It's only been a few seconds since discussing plantations, now we're discussing women's issues. Isn't there any other discussion besides that?" Now, my mother is shouting.
I know, for a father of boys my age they are more than mature enough to start a household. However, for a mother, no matter how mature her son is, he will still be considered a child by his mother. Right?