MAY

28. Load Reducer

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Intan put the phone down and left the conversation with Enggar for 2 reasons.

First, suddenly he felt alone. How not? Hinge lightly said, all night he could not sleep because he thought of Meli.

Either, this is indeed his nature or because of his deep envy makes him think more and more that does not.

"Can! Yes natural dong! Brother Enggar is worried for Brother Meli. Dih, it's not like Kak Meli is sick again!" Intan muttered while stomping his annoyed feet.

"Damn! Down no!?" Miss Ris is already squealing out there.

"Yes Buu. Bentaar," he replied with a hunt.

"But, he got in the wind waiting for Kak Meli! Bego!" Intan mumbled, opened the room door and was about to get out.

He took a moment to read Enggar's chat, but, when his fingers were about to touch Enggar's name, the call arrived to vibrate his phone.

Contact with papa's name is trying to contact him.

"Dear!!"

"Mom Ris, break. I'll get off later."

After saying that, Intan ran back into the room and closed the door. The call from his papa goes into the log of the missed call.

A second later, the same contact called out to him.

"Hallo's? Assalamualaikum?" A little bit of a flutter greeted the caller. For a few days he lost contact with Papa.

"Waalaikumsallam Intan, are you coming with papa huh?"

"meaning? Pa, just stay. I want it, actually papa mutusin make ce––"

"Yes," cut it fast. Somehow, it felt like Intan was about to cry.

"Papa Gini is because bertar again mama birthday right? You want to surprise Mom, right? Da? So what's the scenario? I'm so what?" Intan hastily thought positively. Who knows, this is just a joke.

"Divorce is not something that can be made to play Intan. Papa's serious."

His voice is very serious. His hair was goosebumps hearing his papa's every utterance. "That's why you, don't play. What was? Papa is there a problem with Mama? What can I do for you?"

"No, you're going with papa enough."

"Can you pa? Divorce for no apparent reason? Then also why papa arrived to go so after giving mama divorce papers? Why not give us an explanation? Why not speak well?" Intan asked with hunting breath, resentful and somehow to this papa of his.

"Don't you think I'm still in school? How do I feel, and I don't think? Oh, gausah far away, thought mama. Mama is still fragile, papa did not forget, right? Mama's paralyzed because of what? Need dyingetin? Used to be mama––"

"Washer! Your mouth!" papa's voice is high at the end there. The door of his room moved open, but Intan did not care, he was focused and emotional to his papa.

"Why? Wanna slap? Yes you can, let's come here, show face. Time out to demand mintak divorce immediately blurred? Shame on me pa, I'm ashamed to be the son of a man who? A coward?"

Suata slap sounded loud then. Hp hers bounced not far away, Intan turned his head and held her cheek.

Her mother looked at herself with anger. "Who taught you so insolently?"

"Ma––"

"I'm sorry!"

"Ma, I cum––"

"Who have you been eating money for? Huh huh? Sampe said that old coward! What did you give to your father? So what dare you do?" Mama moved the wheelchair, trying to grab the flat object that was thrown earlier. Because of his position in the wheelchair, he could not bend down to take the hp.

"Take Tan! Apologize to your papa!"

"Gamau," he refused, wiping away the tears that had come down. Honestly, yelled at mama is not a trivial thing, especially if it has brought up his sense of filial piety as a child.

"Take it! Don't argue with Mom!"

Intan approached, grabbing his hp. The call has not been interrupted. He took a deep breath. "Hallo pa?"

"Your––"

"Well whatever papa, in my eyes always true. Look, it's been in the belain until I'm snapped snapped by the cake earlier. Try it pa, his eyes are wide open."

After saying so, Intan pressed the red button that ended the call.

"Yes ma?" intan replied in a tone that tried to be patient, as if nothing had happened before.

"Who taught you to talk cake?"

"I think that's true? I've been fucking mama." He moved pulling the backpack and tidying his hair.

"Who? Who are you hanging out with? You hang out with the gabener boys? This is because of your friend or your boyfriend?" His mother snapped back, Intan even had a moment of surprise especially when the mother brought friends and girlfriends. This has nothing to do with it all, this is just a form of Rebellious Intan over an unfair decision his parents.

"It doesn't have anything to do with them. Don't mistake them."

"Putusin your boyfriend, mama sure because of him you become gini. Intan!"

Intan passed and passed his mother, free to talk to people who are emotional. It's no use, in the left ear, out the right ear.

So, Intan chose not to defend his mother first.

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Intan passed by Bu Ris and left the house without greeting. The cry of his mother was muffled by the walls of the house and also the distance.

The first thing he saw was the shady eyes of the guy who was sitting on the motorcycle seat while holding his cellphone and grumbling.

So, he sent boom chat on his phone?

Intan moved up and patted Enggar on the shoulder.

"Morning In––"

"Road, don't say much, I'm bad mood," cut him in a hoarse voice.

I understand, he knows this theory. If there are women who are emotional, bad mood or sad, do not be questioned first. Entertain her, make her mood better and then invite her to tell a story.

Intan just stay on the motorcycle seat, occasionally looking up so that his tears do not spill. Mama's words kept ringing in her brain. Do not forget the regret over to his brazen attitude to papa also became a burden on his mind. And when he saw Enggar's back, he remembered Enggar's saying that, all night the man had not slept for Meli's sake.

"You want a story?" fresh Enggar.

"Diem lo."

I swear, this is in ferocious fashion. Enggar just met Intan this version.

"Yaudah, if you tell a story. I'm ajadeh."

Intan twisting eyeball, lazy. But, still, Enggar's voice will always sound pleasant.

"Yesterday, in the hospital there's a handsome guy."

Intan frowned, "and suddenly you're gay?"

"Witha, the guy is handsome, he's sleeping."

"Surely her relatives are in the care of her again, so she is worried that she will go to sleep" he replied, looking at a truck carrying fuel.

"No. He gets to sleep because he's worried about his girlfriend who's worried about other people. This is not his fault." Enggar smiled happily after saying so.

"Lo know what? What's that guy doing now?" he asked after the ear-shrinking horn noise came from the pickup car in front of them.

"Breathing?" guess Intan fast.

"Yes, she's breathing again, banging her boyfriend into school. Pake the jacket item, keep him."

Intan was stunned for a moment. Did Enggar just talk about himself?

If only I could, Intan would have hugged Enggar's back, drowned his head on Enggar's shoulder and said as many thanks for the simple words just now.

Thank you, I did not make my day as heavy as I thought.

"Yes. I love you too."

"God! The spying is not!"

Same. Like a few days ago.

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