Arriving in front of the house, I entered the yard with the car moving straight towards the garage on the side. While the gate guard was ready to open the door. Diman is a man who works from night to morning.
Accompanied by Karjo, they guard the house twenty-four hours non-stop. Because the house is very awake, it makes it difficult for me to go out at will. However, these days they are both very easy to compact. As long as there are cigarettes, they will obey my words.
"Good night, Den ...," said Diman.
I opened the car door and looked away. "Good night."
Arriving at the car garage, I got out and locked the car. Then the footsteps move straight towards the room that connects the trunk with the place to watch television. For some reason, tonight I was very happy and hummed non-stop.
Even though my body reeked of sweat, I ignored it all and kept moving up to the second floor. Arriving at the first step, a scream was heard from behind the body.
"Andrew..." someone called out, from the tone of his voice like a woman.
Yes, she is my mother. It has a very shrill voice, and anyone who hears it will have an earache. Definitely going to check this out myself. Coming home at this time is very unusual for him, because I always arrive home in the afternoon.
"Where have you been, Drew?" asked mother.
Hearing those words I turned around. "What the heck, Ma... people are tired too."
"That's not what mama asked, but where are you from?" he asked again.
"I just got home from work, my car tire punctured earlier."
From the direction of the kitchen, father came with fast steps. The middle-aged man was motionless beside the body, then he touched my shoulder slowly. Seemingly unusual, the father even threw out a smile.
"Andrew, you go into the room and take a shower immediately. I already know that you had a puncture in your car tire," the father said very gently.
"Dad, why are you told to enter the room? Mom isn't ready to talk yet."
"Never mind, Ma... he's already said goodbye to dad. Come on, let's watch it again in the living room." It sounded faint, if the father was inviting the mother to go.
Stroking my chest, I walked back into the room. When I arrived on the couch, my body sat up and looked straight towards the bathroom. Smell also appears from the body, sweat and others are also present.
As quickly as possible, I took off my shirt and pants. Without wearing a single thread, I moved towards the bathroom and looked into the circular mirror. The reflection of the self radiates clearly, the perfect curve that God created without blemishes and blemishes.
This perfection adorns the face and body, and the height is also ideal with muscles. I tirelessly stare at my reflection and am proud of God's creation. After taking a shower, I put on my typical clothes at home.
Then I stepped out of the room and down the second floor stairs. Right at the dining table, mom and dad are talking. They always arrive early, who knows what will be discussed.
I arrived at the dining table while looking at my parents, then I sat down and took the plate. The woman wearing the bun looked directly at me, she stopped speaking for a moment.
"Drew, I want to talk to you," said the mother.
"What are you talking about, Mom?" I asked curiously.
"When are you getting married, son? Mama really wants to carry her grandchildren, because you are our only child."
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"Cough!"
Hearing those words, I coughed and stopped the action to sip mineral water.
"If you drink slowly, Le ...," said the father.
Without answering, I just nodded. While the two netra stared steadily at the plate and rice. To answer, it feels like the mouth is reluctant and has no power to give certainty. At twenty-six, I still felt too young to get married.
Just as I had planned, that the wedding would take place when I was thirty or over. It feels incapable to be mature on oneself, let alone to build a household with other people's children.
"What about mama saying, Drew?" asked the mother again.
"Mom... I don't have any intention of getting married yet. It's too soon when I'm twenty-six years old. It's just not okay to talk about it," I grumbled, ending the mother.
"You can already have a family, because mom and dad also got married when they were twenty years old," continued the mother, adding.
"Ma... our son is right. Twenty-six is still too young to get married. Besides... he doesn't have experience managing our company yet, wait for him to be smart first." Father gave the defense.
Hearing those words I feel very satisfied, victory is on my side tonight. After all this time the father obeyed the words of the mother, now he has become the same objector as me.
"Father, when asked to speak, never supports mother, it's the same as his child," said the mother.
From his expression, it was as if his mother had been mentally hit by his father's conclusion. Based on the facts, the middle-aged man was right in that I'm not familiar with the company. Strong reasons have been held, I hope mother never discusses again when I get married.
"Mom, eat a lot to be healthy," said dad.
"Come on, don't worry about mama. You two are the same, you love to make excuses," grumbled the mother.
'Thankful... if you already understand a little bit about what we want. It's good, we're human too. We don't get bullied all the time,' I muttered to myself.
After dinner, the mother left early. Since it was time for recess, it meant that the middle-aged woman couldn't be too tired. Mother has heart disease, and complications with her kidneys. This is what made me and my father unable to yell at or fight him.
However, if it's a trivial matter like before, it seems that mother can accept it gracefully. Not long after, my father got up and sat beside me. The middle-aged man's gaze was extremely sharp, he flashed a smile before taking a deep breath.
"Dad, why do you have that expression?" I asked starting the speech.
"It's okay son. I just wanted to tell you something very important."
Seeing this behavior, I felt like I was staring at a figure that was not my father. Because he never said with a frown a few times.
"What do you want to say? Come on, say it," I ordered.
"So it's like this, son. Right, father's age is no longer young. You have also graduated from college to America. A message from father, you must really take your studies at the company seriously. Because no one else can continue besides you," said the father.
Hearing those words, I took a deep breath. The burden of thoughts that I had been carrying was apparently sparked from my father's mouth. Before he said, I already thought about it.
Couldn't even sleep, and only focused on hallucinations because of the failures I would encounter in the future. However, as a human who still has God, I just surrender. That everything happened because of his blessing, none other than.
To be continued...