Between Me, You, And That Baby
Ep. 1
ARKAN POV
Abhimanyu Residence, a quiet morning….
Morning disturbances that disturb his calm
“Yaaaaaaaaaaa.. Arkan Delana Abhimanyu...” the voice of the call boomed over the house.
What a bright morning greeter who is far from soft. Moreover, the sound of the call was getting closer towards me who was currently enjoying my week of tenure in the living room, with a newspaper and a cup of coffee expresso.
Well, if the old man has started shouting so loud – like a group of disgruntled protesters – or mothers who demand the price of basic necessities is lowered, he said, then the calm I expected would disappear in a matter of seconds. Surely the old man will shower me with scolding out of what it is.
But I chose to pretend not to see it, to hear it, let alone to recite the old man's call. Stay in touch with the newspapers I read.
Just ignore that old man Arkan
That's the order of my brain. Unfortunately, my intelligent brain forgets how stubborn it is when it wants something.
Papah was shouting to call my name. Geez, what else does this old man want???
“Arkan, give papah a grandson. Now!!" Shouted right in front of me.
The old man grabbed the newspaper I was reading and then threw his wrinkled buttocks next to mine.
“Yaaakkk Arkan..” he shouted back. Makes my ears ring because of the sound of her baby's lungs.
Ishhh, this papah, was once a loudspeaker nobelan yes, until his voice was so tight.
“Iya, what's the reward?” there was no choice but to welcome his call.
Running out, yelling next to me like this, only deaf people don't hear it.
“Give papah a grandson, immediately.” he repeats his whining.
I held my breath. Grandchild???
Just my hearing or just now papah did yell asking grandchildren towards me???
Sigh, it seems that the old man's thirst-for-show-granddaughter loves friday lately. It usually starts by calling my full name Arkan Delana Abhimanyu as a sign that papah is upset enough to ruin my day, before finally whining like a child who wants candy.
“Give papah a grandson well...” still whine for the same.
Oh my God, where is this old man possessed??? To ask for grandchildren all. Thought giving grandchildren that easy thing what??? It is easy for you to claim so, right papah just scream in front of my face in the hope that I will be as obedient child.
I don't want to have a child and a mother now, this year, next year, or some years to come. Especially, not anytime soon!!!!
“Why??? You said why??? “ yell papah with dramatic style – pretending to be a king of drama,
“Do you know that all my friends have at least two or three grandchildren? You haven't even given me a grandson..bla...bla....bla.....bla..
Geez, it's all about competition apparently. Oh my Gosh, it seems that this old man does not want to lose competitiveness with his friend. Aish.basal old man competitiveness…
“Kan papah wants to hold papah's grandchildren in front of papah's friends..” said the old man.
And the showman….
Before papah took my ear to the sad story of his version of how embarrassing it is to have a son who is old but has not given a grandson or threw threats about going to cross me off the heirs list if it does not meet his wish.
I hurriedly threw a reply, “Sorry reward, I have no interest in committing in the near future. I'm busy once”
“At least you can see these photos” said papah while reaching into his shirt bag and throwing a number of photos on the table,
“Everything in this photo is the daughter of a friend papah”
I put on a flat face, “If there is a photo at least half *****, I'm just interested”
“Aishhhh, this you. Once in a while show your interest in the woman who still wears the clothes” his advice to me.
Sorry Papah, not that I am attracted to naked women, but those who try to attract me with their nude poses. And, I'm a typical guy who doesn't waste anything offered in front of me.
“Sorry pah, I'm not interested. Just tell Kak Arion for a blind date” without guilt I just thrust my twin brother.
When I mention the word “Kemar” Don't imagine that we are both identical. Not always twins mean the same, me and Arion –
Isshhh actually lazy to call him Big Brother when we were born only a matter of minutes, is the real proof twins do not mean identical.
Even physically and characterally we are both very different, very opposite as the earth and sky.
Our only thing we have in common is a pleasing face plus a melodious voice. It's an inviolable legacy.
It's just that, Arion's sister inherits more beauty, as well as my mamah's dandy. No wonder, although a man but physically my brother is as beautiful and beautiful as a pure woman. Evidently with some men fooled raw by the beautiful face, they tease him like teasing women until he uncovers the bottom of his trousers and shows feet full of fur, jjjiahhhh.
As for me, it looks more like my papah in youth. Which means the opposite applies, that is, I can get a picture of what my old age looks like – more precisely what I look like in my late fifties, by reflecting on papah.
My only prayer right now is that hopefully papah-style fat stomach is not included in the resemblance later.
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