Horizons

Episode 92

- Khanza

"No need for Papa. Khanza won't come home." I was angry from the other end of the phone. Satriya's assignment transfer letter has come out. He's been reassigned from here next month. That means I have to come home too. It seems, my marriage and Satriya is no longer negotiable. "When Papa still maksa Khanza came home, mending Khanza eloped. Papa don't have to see Khanza anymore. Khanza doesn't want to be Papa's son. Khanza hates Papa!" with great emotion I hung up the phone.

My anger subsided when I saw the man with wet hair after the shampooing standing sweetly in the doorway. Don't tell me he was eavesdropping on my conversation with Papa earlier.. Aish, fuck.

"When have you been standing there?" ask me was-was.

"Since then" he answered briefly.

"Who called me?"

Kendra nodded, but her expression remained the same, not changing at all.

The man then stepped closer, staying with a calm smile that made me feel at ease. He took my hand and invited me to sit on his bed.

"My wife-to-be why the hell get angry with her Papa?" he asked with a very gentle intonation, like a father advising his daughter.

I nduk. I know Kendra doesn't like to see me who's in contact with Papa. I told you he was a family man. Most anti-hakitin liver of the elderly.

"I'm sebel. Papa makssa I made it home." answered I grumbled.

Kendra's hand grabbed my shoulder, then leaned my head against her chest. Uh, my favorite chest. So hawt and crispy, KFC breastplate.

"Furniture can. Overall. But if you're angry?"

"No." I continued his words.

"Lips.."

"Yes, it's the lips"

Cup. Grime. Not bad, even if it's just a little kiss.

"Old man elderly. Must be respected and respected. Because without our parents it's nothing." explained Kendra while rubbing my head. "Ridhonya the parents are a ridhonya of God. Do you want to be killed as a Malin Kundang?"

"No. So a rock can't be 'ena."

"That's know. So let's be ena-ena, can't be disobedient with parents, huh? Even if there is a difference of opinion, it can be said well. No need to use emotions."

I'm nagging.

"Well now call your Papa, apologize." take Kendra while thrusting the phone that some time ago I slammed into the pillow.

After searching for Papa's contact, I pressed the green button on the screen. Not long after, Papa's voice that still left a hint of anger greeted my sense of hearing, "Why else?" resounding.

"Papa.. Khanza apologizes."

No noise from the end of the joint. I can imagine, maybe now Papa is staring in disbelief at the sound of his son stubbornly apologizing. I'm equally stubborn. If you insist, no one wants to give. That's why I apologized first.