Lord, Accept My Repentance

Telanj*ng Dada

I went into the house and there was already the sound of cooking from the kitchen, not intending to go to the kitchen first.

I lay down my body on the bed and stared at the ceiling, smiling. Seeing the joy in the kids made me feel needed in this world.

Before long, the sound of knocking made me regain my senses and immediately opened the door to see who was in front of my room door.

"Yes, dear God. Have you come home? How about a greeting, anyway? Do not be biased to enter and leave the house without greetings, yes," said Mama who I replied with a grin and scratched the nape of the neck that does not itch.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma," said Farhan to the source of the voice.

"Waalaikumsalam, this again! Where are you going?" mama asked while shaking her waist.

"That, Ma. There's a need Farhan should finish."

"Yaudah, you take a shower and clean up. We eat and watch together, don't be busy with each other's world!" ketus Mama and pass away from us.

I nodded and looked towards Farhan with narrowed eyes, walking closer towards him.

"What?" ask Farhan ngegas.

"Where are you from? Follow me, huh?" guess I actually have a feeling that it's true that he just followed me.

"Ck! Is that as important as you are?" farhan asked nyolot and made me tick.

"Tomorrow, go with me somewhere. I have something to say!" farhan continued and then gawked away from before me.

I raised one of my lips, upset. Seeing his behavior, go back to the room and see the phone first.

[Later tonight the driver will pick you up! Not a lot of reasons! There is something to be done!] messages from Mom again and again telling me to go to Daddy's.

In fact, I feel like everything is done. What's the matter? What made Mom this chuckle that I would come back to Dad's house?

When going to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom, Farhan gawked first into it.

"I should have been first!" my grunts and could only stomp my feet sitting on the bench of the dining table.

"Huh, haven't had a shower yet?" I asked Mama who suddenly came into the kitchen.

"No, Ma! How about a shower? The Farhan first went inside," my lips moved.

"Hahaha, yaudah, we'll make one more bathroom, yes," said Mama who I'm sure just calms down.

"No need for Ma, there is no land. Pas-pasan and the model is already gini, so, yes, this is all."

Mama looked around the house as if she was observing, before long the bathroom door opened with Farhan coming out with a towel wrapped around her waist without clothes covering her upper body.

"Yes ...!" I screamed while closing my eyes.

"What's wrong?" ask the confused mother because I shouted.

"That's Ma, Farhan's not wearing a suit of gosh," I growled in a direction that might be right.

"Farhan!" reproof Mama.

"Well, Farhan's wearing Ma's towel. Who told him to wait in the kitchen. Usually also wait in the room," said Farhan who did not receive blame.

"God! Want to wait on the tile also me, biasain wear clothes in the bathroom or not bring clothes so as not to bare your chest.

What is not ashamed of? Oh my god, my God, my gosh!"

"Shame to be ashamed? Kan, I'm covering up."

"Belg ... Mama! Listen what Farhan said? Nih, the child is very bad perverted Ma. Go not you? Go before I hit my clothes!" I told him to leave with a slight threat.

The sound of a step away finally sounded, I opened my eyes and saw Mama who was holding back a laugh.

"Haha, anyways you guys are there. You don't usually see that, do you?" mama asked teasingly by raising her eyebrows.

I stood with the lips I put on, "Fuck, Mama! Bye, ah! I'm gonna take a shower!" grab me and go into the bathroom with my feet.

As soon as I got into the bathroom, I held my heart beating so badly. I held my cheek which I thought was a little hot.

"Aaa .. sane Nazwa, let's be sane!" my grunts patted my cheeks slowly and let out a slow breath.

It only took twenty minutes, I had finished performing the ritual of bathing and getting dressed in the bathroom.

Although a little complicated, but I'm used to doing it first. So, there's no problem for me in that.

"What else is cooking?" I asked when I saw Mama was still busy in the kitchen without any Bibik.

"Mama again fried bananas," said Mama and just kuangguki and ber'oh' ria.

"Where's Ma's son?" I stared around what I thought was very quiet.

"Go home to Mom."

"Well, why?"

"Soalah, the other Mama's child no one takes care of later. So, just let Bibik there," said Maka and made me speechless.

'One more? Didn't Farhan say he had a sister, huh? What if his sister dies with his Papa?' my inner.

"Yaudah Ma, I'll go to the room first, yeah. Put the dirty clothes on."

"Yes, same take the comb, yeah. Let Mama tie her hair again with talc-in, earlier Mama there buy a hair tie fitting shopping."

"Well, how come I didn't see Mama buy her hairband?"

"Well, you're busy looking at the market, you never see the market," Mama told me.

Finished praying and tidying up the room, I Mama and Farhan finally gathered in the living room while turning on the television while eating a fried banana made by Mama earlier.

My hair is in the middle of I do not know what model again this time, I was just busy eating and staring at the television.

"Oh, yes, Ma. Later in the night, I'll be out, yeah," I said, telling all my permission.

"Where else are you going? A lot of people tonight, if why-why, how?" ask Mama who doesn't give me permission.

"That's Ma, I was told to make it to Dad's house. There's something I want to talk about there Mother said."

The hand that was busy on top of my head immediately stopped, I immediately turned my body and looked at the face of Mama who was already displaying misp.

Scroll towards Farhan who opened his eyes, "Mama why?" I was confused by Mama's changed attitude.

"You're gonna stay there and leave Mama?" mama asked.

"No, I'm going home. Once the business is done, it'll be straight home."

Mama looked up at me and looked up at me, "Promise?" I nodded my head and smiled at Mama.

"Promise!"

Mama again curled my hair painstakingly, I laughed several times because I watched the broadcast that was playing.

I occasionally found Farhan staring at me with a faint smile. Uh, what's with him?

Why smile and look at me like that? It makes itself very unsafe.