
Alby
I choose to ignore what I saw. Still with the same faith. He just happened to be similar to Amara. After all, the woman was hijab. That Amara???
But my feelings back to being intrigued to just make sure that she was really Amara or not. Stupid huh? He said the bodo period, but still curious.
And yes, my curiosity paid off when a little girl of Nabil's age came to the woman whose position was now on my back.
Behind the little girl was also a grown man smiling towards her. Fix I've seen it wrong. I was too shy, hoping that Amara would come back. Then, even if that woman isn't Amara if she's already back in town, what do I want??? Aren't you?!
"Papa, mam!", Nabil pulled my pants.
''Uh, yes dear mam what?", I asked while squatting. Nabil is more serious about asking for his own way weigh in the sling. With his pede he claimed to have grown.
"Rubber!"
"Chicken porridge what are green beans?"
"Chicken, pa!"
"Look!", I took her to the edge of the park to buy what Nabil wanted.
Even though his mother and grandfather were wealthy, I still taught simple living. Because I am the father, the village. But that doesn't mean I give Nabil carelessly, occasionally eating in a place like this is okay. Later when he can get along, he will not shrink others like his late grandfather and late mother.
Uh, why also still involve the two people who have died.
"You want a bribe or you want to be alone?", I asked after we sat down and received our order.
"Mam ndili!", he answered. He was very enthusiastic if invited to eat in a place like this at the restaurant.
Sometimes I think, he really came down to me. But.don't until he's gone down my folly and carelessness in the past. Enough I'm the only one! No other Alby!
"Dear baby, it's still hot!"
Nabil just nodded slowly while chocolating his crackers into the porridge.
"Father!"
"What dear?"
Nabil looked the other way to my right and behind me.
The adoring gaze of the women who are again and again fascinated to see me. What am I in their eyes????
Nabil who was leaked had been very understanding, not the new thing he saw his papa seen by the women.
"Father!"
"Hey, baby, why?"
"But the porridge of Nabil belom is exhausted dear, later the porridge is crying you know. Kan kasian!", I squatted wiping his lips that were smudged with tissue.
"Look at papa telus!"
I let out a breath. After that I stared fiercely the ciwi-ciwi who was staring in admiration at me and Nabil.
"You can't see my son, my son isn't comfortable looking at it that way! You have eyes on you!!!", I said. There's no way I'm here to say 'don't look at me' ????
The girls are flirting themselves. Nabil is still in sulking mode.
"Papa gendong huh?", Nabil nodded while holding the balloon he bought earlier.
"How much sir?", asked the porridgeer.
"Thirty thousand sir!", he answered. Coincidentally there was a change of money to buy Nabil balloon earlier. So I don't have to linger waiting for change.
"Thank you sir!", I said as I passed. I still hear what they say to me.
'The handsome booty!'
'What's the news?'
'If he's my man, I can't get out of the room. The handsome buseettt dah'
'lo want 'he doesn't want to be the same Lo!'
'Hot Daddy guys!'
Hufft.not once even many times slanted talk like that I received. Jutek's widower title has been attached to me since Silvy died.
"Go home Bil?"
Nabil also nodded. While walking towards our car, I accidentally saw the little girl who was with the girl I thought was Amara. The little girl was carried by a man who seemed to be the father of the girl.
"Dad, ate Amala want bubul ijo!", he chanted to his father.
What did the girl say? Amala Ate? Is he slurred or is his tantric name Amala? Why did I think that anyway. I stopped and turned my body to ask the man but I pared because he was far enough away.
"Why?", asked Nabil.
"That's nothing, baby!", I sat Nabil in the car. We're getting ready to go home.
On the other side....
A black-hijab girl was simply observing Alby and Nabil. Who would have thought that the man she was trying to forget was here????
Lucky he didn't see me!!