A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

DADDLING IS BAD

Azizah lately started to cringe. Ichi began to often refute his orders. Whatever case, the child will certainly do the objection first, then carry out the orders of his mother.

Azizah looked up at the window watching the overcast sky and began to drop the speck of rain, and again her gaze lay on the clothes hanging on the clothesline, waving and fluttering due to the gusts of strong wind.

"Ichi, take the clothes." Pinta Azizah.

Ichi simply responded coldly. Azizah, as usual will be provoked by emotions when his orders are not heeded by his son.

"Have you heard Umi talk?!" sergeant Azizah.

"Listen." said Ichi calmly.

"Then you won't do it?!" azizah's fishing rod is about to threaten.

"No." replied Ichi calmly, even seemed challenging.

Azizah squinted her eyes. "Indeed you think, whose clothes did Umi sunbathe?"

"Human.." said Ichi with a mocking smile and stepped away from Azizah.

The woman tries to hold back the bubbling anger, barely stepping over the wall of her patience. If only he did not remember the message of her husband, of course the ecomorphic body of the child has been exposed again to the vent of anger in the form of a fist collision or the hammer of a fist that will stop at a barrage on Ichi's back and shoulders.

Azizah walked quickly towards the room. The device is temporarily charged, leaving the USB cable plugged into the energy transmission hole, directly pressing the electrodigital buttons on the touch screen of the device.

Sounding tone calling.

SQUIRTS... TUUUTS... SQUIRTS...

Finally the call was answered.

📲 "Hello, Assalamualaikum.." greet the voice of the man he knew across there.

📲 "Bi, Umi wants to talk.." Azizah interrupted quickly.

📲 "Uhmmm... Yep... Speak." saith the voice of the man.

📲 "I think we should immediately put it in the pesantren!" azizah said with a trembling voice full of anger.

📲 "Waaahhhh... Why else is this?" return the husband who was astonished by the angry atmosphere of the wife in the morning.

📲 "The boy has really become a rebel!" azizah said complaining, "Imagine, I told her to lift the clothesline because it was going to rain, but she didn't respond to me." Azizah said in a furious manner. "Who does he think he is?!"

There was a sound of a soft laugh across there, then followed by a voice, followed by a voice,

📲 "Don't be served.." said the husband. "Capek you served him. Just leave him alone. But all his needs are not taken care of so that he repents. From now on, Ichi should be able to manage his own life even if simply..."

📲 "Managing life simply how does Abi mean?" azizah asked still in a rage. "I, if I don't remember your message, I've already done her condo-kondo'o! I've been hedeng-hedeng to terpulepe on the floor many times. Fuckin' right!" umpat Azizah grunts.

There was a sound of laughter again then followed by a voice, followed by a voice,

📲 "Nih, Umi.. just got a child one already stressed not playing. What if his son is two? a three? or.." quipped the husband.

📲 "Come to quip this?!" tukas Azizah's.

📲 "Sekedar reminded Umi alone." said the husband straightened the paradigm that had been awakened in Azizah's mind. "Umi maksa we make a pregnancy program, now again mengurusi a new child growing up, just growing his ego, appeared his first puberty... Umi's stressed not playing..."

Azizah was stunned to hear the voice of her husband. He finally admitted it, though,

📲 "Yes too.." he admitted.

📲 "Nah toooo. I do not forbid you to do a hard action when a gentle action no longer works for him. please slap, as long as you do not use the palm of the hand and do not get hit by the jaw." said the husband.

📲 "Where to slap can not use the palm of the hand? This Abi is just about nothing.. Keep having to hit the cheek, yes it is! Masa Umi wants to slap her on the back?" tangkis Azizah's.

📲 "The four fingers were tightened and slapped on the cheek. It will hurt, but only have a red impact on the cheeks." suggested the husband.

📲 "Died that's the way I should do to subdue my daughter's wildness?" cut Azizah with ketus.

📲 "Yes.." replied the husband with a ketus anyway."Or if Umi doesn't have the heart.just go to Marisa's market and buy a cow's whip."

📲 "This what does it have to do with the conquest of the nature of Ichi?" tukas Azizah with suspicion.

📲 "That coward, Umi used to whip her calf." suggested the husband in a confident tone.

📲 "Your interview! You think your son's a cow?" Azizah. Although the woman was angry with her daughter, she would defend her daughter desperately if the child was bullied.

📲 "That's the only way." said her husband. "Proverbs should not be addressed to a forbidden limb. Just pick it up, it's okay, honey."

📲 "Eh, Abi! my son is not a cow, you know?!" sergeant Azizah with a beaver.

The man across there smiled.

📲 "Yes, it's up to Umi. What matters is that Ichi will be reduced. Abi has explained how." said the man.

📲 "Come, your ways can only be applied to Gestapu people, not your children!" sela Azizah with ketus.

📲 "Well, my sister alone, sentenced to brackets all day with my father just for asking for money with my father's friend without his knowledge." denied the man began to get upset.

📲 "Your brother is good to be locked up in a room all day.." elak Azizah.

📲 "Bhairawa???" Azizah Gumam.

📲 "That's a man-eating figure, a drip from Shiwa." replied the man.

📲 "Ooo... cannibal you mean?" guess Azizah.

I heard the laughter of the man.

📲 "Hahahaha. It can fall on you." said the man.

📲 "Abi said so at last." said Azizah, "To me, who eats the flesh of man, yes cannibal."

📲 "Already! How are we supposed to talk about that anyway?" said the man, "This is how my dear. How to teach the child according to Imam Hanbali there are three stages. The first seven years, the way to educate her was to make Ichi like a queen. The second seven years, the way to teach him was to make Ichi like a slave, that is, to be told to do all the skills of life. From what is usually followed by his will, this has now been told to do nothing, plus snapped if not do it. Familiarize him with the atmosphere until he reaches fifteen years old... And in the third year, treat Ichi like a friend. Her puberty is growing and she is getting to know men. He will experience a phase where he feels love." said the man.

📲 "Abi, now times have changed. Precisely in his second seven years, he was stuck with introductions to men. Abi don't know? In his chat application, scattered three hundreds of male accounts without age limit." said Azizah, "Abi, I myself have been dizzy thinking about it. Our son is ripe before his time, because of what?!" lamented the woman.

📲 "Because of technological developments. Ichi already knows the devices and applications in it, even more skillful than us, his parents." replied the man flatly. "

📲 "Ichi does not open with you, because your reaction is excessive. You ask, put yourself like a cop questioning a suspect. Remember, we as his parents are their place of discussion. Do not make the house like a prison where we discuss it is similar to an interrogation." said the man, "Take care to stay calm against Ichi. You want him to trust you, right?"

📲 "Trust how?" ask Azizah.

📲 "We, in addition to being his parents, are also his discussion partners. Remember. Do not let Ichi learn about men through soap operas or video shows on youtube, facebook or other applications. He has to learn about men from us, his parents. Moreover, he is afraid to talk about his personal problems with you but instead confide in his friends. Do you think his friends will help him? Yes, it helps but with their point of view and if it's bad, it even makes Ichi fall into the abyss and it's our sin to not believe it."

📲 "You don't want to scare me dong." said Azizah.

📲 "No, I don't want to scare you. I'm also here to dig up information about the behavior of young children who have been dating. I am also temporarily looking for the right solution for our son." said the man. "Liking the opposite sex is not prohibited. What is forbidden is that there has not been a proper age for it."

📲 "I've already conveyed that to him. But Ichi is basically stubborn. He's just like you." Azizah said in annoyance.

📲 "Yes, obviously he looks like me." exclaimed the man. "He's my son! His nature should be similar to mine. If it's any other nature, you must be cheating!" the man replied.

📲 "Eh, I'm not cheating huh?!" sergeant Azizah with a beaver.

📲 "Yes then, don't complain about teaching Ichi the same nature as me. The same father, you can control, same son you even kapok-kapokan? who's great? His mother, or his son who's good at manipulating?" insinuate the man.

Azizah snorted annoyedly at the teasing of her husband.

📲 "The point is that he is pulling. Not the rules are drawn-out, but the conditions and feelings of Ichi at that time. Whether we can doctrinate him or not" said the man.

📲 "Like Abi only. I'm getting tired of it." lamented Azizah.

📲 "Eh, can not be tired, dear." said the man. "Our business is done with her when she's married. Do you want Ichi to get married soon?"

📲 "Good only! Nope! Never will!" azizah toilet. "I'm enough to feel young marriage. Not him."

📲 "Oooo... means Umi nyesal dong married Abi at a young age." lure the man.

📲 "Isy... This Abi trapped with words! Already ah, Umi want to rest." said Azizah.

The man laughed.

📲 "Woh, don't be angry." said the man. "Digoda is a little angry."

Azizah smiled.

📲 "It was Abi. Abi rest too huh. Don't be tired, the autoimmune recurrence will be repeated." Azizah's message.

📲 "I don't need to check in to the puskesmas then." said the man.

📲 "Why?" ask Azizah.

📲 "There is a personal doctor who keeps an eye on my health." replied the man.

Jealousy immediately rose in the woman's heart. Azizqh tried to calm himself.

📲 "Who is his personal doctor?" asked Azizah flatly.

📲 "I'm sure you're jealous." guess the guy. "Your voice can be guessed."

📲 "Who is that personal doctor? A boy or a girl?" asked Azizah flatly.

📲 "Female.." replied the man calmly.

📲 "Who is he?" tanya Azizah started to rile.

📲 "Azizah Bobihu, M. KN." replied the man.

Azizah laughed.

📲 "MKN is what?" ask Azizah.

📲 "Help Family Nursalam.." replied the man with a smile.

Azizah smiled again at the muttering of her husband. The mobile conversation ended with a beautiful greeting and kiss by gesture.[]