Country +62
Chapter 6: The Van Orange Family
*******
*I should be there~
Beside you and not him*~
Click!
“Hooaammm~ seems to have to change the HP alarm, nih.”
Morning activities are boring. But how else, he must be school, at least until strata one.
After taking a shower, drying his fur, and wearing a gray tie, he went down to the dining room for breakfast. At the dinner table was already full of papa, mama, two sisters, and two brothers.
“Again, Ma! Pa!”
“Again! Come sit down, Yen!”
“Hm.”
Something's wrong with her mom. I don't know, his mama this morning looks as comfortable as singing like a discount Wishkas. Things are different precisely he met on the look of the face of the father. Bended face, pouty lips, toes looked sad. Whatisthis? What the hell is going on?
“Ma, Pa, Oyen want to ask you something, can?”
The mother surnamed White-haired Anggora replied in a smile. “Bby. What do you love asking? If about the breakfast menu this morning, mama did not help the vegetable. Mama was caught by the salted fish from our neighbor.”
“Hah~ tumben honest mom. Usually do boong continue, unless if again bun—— Eh! Don't tell mama now ...”
“Yah ..., caught, deh. Yes, Oyen. Mama bunting again. That's because your late papa anterin mama KB. Congrats! Oyen is a brother again!”
Really, Oyen wants to bite ‘anu’ his overly perverted papa. Is it not enough for five children?
“Pa, Ma, Oyen this is third grade High School, you know! SMA! Time to have another sister! Poor noh the Polkadot! Still toddler!” point Oyen to his front seat. A month-old toddler with white orange fur does not rub. He still licks his feet.
“Tau nih, Mama and Papa kok even added family members again! Sumpek tau! We're hitchhiking at Barbie's house. Kasian his host like this!” sahut **, Oldest brother Oyen. He went up to the dinner table, standing upright revealing his barbarity.
“Don't do that, dong, kids. Mama and Papa also did not predict his condition. Just be patient, yes.” The White Anggora smiled gently to calm her two sons.
“Drama mulu! Pregnant mulu! Argha! Jessie wanted to leave this house. Mating license with the Persian.” A protracted voice now rang out from the mouth of the second Brother Oyen. Jessie, a beautiful white hairy mature woman copies her mother.
“No! Papa doesn't agree you married the Persian Gangster next door! Revenge is his father! Papa don't want your mama to be broken in the hole just like that motherfucker!” pekik the papa. A typical orange hairy man of Persija outfit with immoral attitude kicked the dining table in front of him.
“Your cup, Pa! Sissy did not want Polkadot until his brain was polluted with the same barbaric words!” Oyen's first sister immediately covered the two ears of the little Polkadot with two feet. Sissy, this fourth grade elementary school tomboy girl really hates her father.
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Blam it!
The pink door he shut was hard indifferent to the upset screams of Barbie Rapunzel who had just walked out of her room.
Oyen is no longer willing to live with her annoying family. He wants to be free, as free as the Black Garong, as wild as his great-grandfather in Africa there.
Four feet walk down the narrow alley to his school at RT 05/RW 03 No. 10, which is none other than Atta Halilintar's house. As soon as in the middle of the alley, Oyen stopped. His brown eyes turned sharply on the figure in front of him.
“Oyen, play, yuk!” greet the one meter tall creature. Rhino-thick skin, crocodile-like face, but five-year-old boy-like behavior. Oyen feels confident to be friends with Varanus Salvator's broadcast.
“Lu has no eyes, anyway, Wak! I want school! Lu mah had a good afternoon school. Huh, ah! Played on sunday! All of us are lazy in Senayan!” omel Oyen's.
“Ugh~ but Sunday I was invited to Uncle's house. You know ‘kan my uncle again quarantined for a hammer sprain. How about saturday?” said Si Awak.
“Yes, yes, now you are, Wak! Bye!” Oyen continued to leave you prancing happily.
Oyen's journey has stopped. He glared at the horror of seeing a pair of soft-bodied orange and black and white creatures being friendly under the Vespa motorbike. The peculiar characteristics of the nyen are very well known to Oyen. He was angry, went to both.
“I didn't think papa dua mama.”
The orange-haired man turned his head in a frenzy backwards. He smiled innocent at his son.
“Papa is not like that, really, Oyen. Papa still has two more in the compound next door. There is Maya Angora Black as Puput Belang-Belang,” replied the papa lightly.
“Njirrr!” Oyen wide-eyed, repeatedly her mouth saturate ‘amit-amit’.
“Yang~ let's mate~”
“Later malem yes, Zaskia~”
Oyen was furious at his father's barbaric behavior. It was enough he was patient, he hurt so far always called barbarians with his friends and netizens. His mouth raised up to voice something sacred.
“Pa, Oyen want to cut a feather! Move server to Africa!”
Instantly, the three of them silently looked at each other. Before the end, the three compact meow because the tail was crushed by a Vespa motorcycle tire.
“Cucian deh, you on! Azab of me grievous, ‘kan? Hahaha!” exclaim the human owner vespa. Laugh while riding his vespanya.
*Tamat*
