My Love is Heavy on the Scales

CBT 79

Bern, Switzerland

This morning Mr. Tarjo went out of the hotel without Bara's knowledge, the man was still fast asleep. Wearing Pak Tarjo's thick coat down the street, watching every corner of the city. He tried to memorize the road so as not to stray later. He was unceasingly amazed, the building was neat.

Lined like the lego he often sees in toy store windows, why can't Jakarta be like this huh? The thought crossed his head.

"If I were mayor of Jakarta, I would turn all the buildings into this." His murmur fantasized. (aminin adja deh yes)

Back he continued the morning walk, while singing his favorite koplo song.

"Do you send an invitation, or is it just an application." A melodious voice came out from the lips of Mr. Tarjo (in his opinion).

Until many people turn their heads because the voice of Mr. Tarjo is quite tight. While those who are noticed are indifferent by continuing to sing while swaying to the right and to the left. Somehow Bara expression when he knew the behavior of his future father-in-law. His singing stopped when a child called out to him.

"Grandfather!"

Mr. Tarjo turned his head towards a voice that sounded familiar. His eyes sparkled to see who was calling him.

"Sir Mr. Jack." Said slowly.

The boy ran up to Mr. Tarjo, he smiled sweetly making Mr. Tarjo join the smile.

"Grandpa's here?"

"Yes, son."

"Where is Grandpa at home?"

Mr. Tarjo circulated his gaze in all directions, he only realized that he had walked too far from the hotel where he was staying.

"Hm. pretty far from here, son," Pak Tarjo replied clumsyly.

In his heart, hope not to get lost when he comes home later. His eyes turned to the empty garden chair, and he invited the boy to sit down.

"What are you doing here?" Ask the boy curiously.

"Just walk around, singing. Uh, you know you're here." Answer Mr. Tarjo.

"Singing what's Cake?" Mr. Tarjo put on a smile, this kid is always curious. It made him anxious to pinch the boy's cheek.

"Before Grandpa answered, Grandpa asked back."

"Ask what?"

"We haven't met, what's your name?"

"Oh yeah, yeah." The boy chuckled, then stuck out a hand at Mr. Tarjo. Like his parents.

"My name is Cristhoper Kek, call Crist can be, too,"

"What a great name." Praise Pak Tarjo.

The boy blushed, blushing. "Love Boy, whose name is Klo Grandpa?"

Mr. Tarjo wants to raise his voice but suddenly snuffed out. It seemed to think for a moment before answering.

"Call me Grandpa Jo" he said proudly. Let it be cool and just like that boy, he thought.

"Grandpa Jo!" Call Crist. Mr. Tarjo laughs at his name called Cristhoper, cool too.

"Because I've been acquainted, quickly tell me what was Grandpa singing?" Crist Bills.

"Well, let all of you Grandpa teach you to sing phenomenal songs," Selorohnya.

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Bara looks riled up, he looks for Mr. Tarjo in all corners of the hotel room. But nil, there was no visible nose of the old man.

With lightning fast, he changed clothes without bathing first. Bara was about to find his dizzy future-in-law out of the hotel.

"Could die standing me, klo actually have in-laws like gini!" His complaint. (Do'a that's a Bang loh)

Long enough he walked down a one-way street, hopefully the path he chose. Not long after he finally saw Pak Tarjo who was sitting sweet with a carefree face, inversely proportional to Bara. His face exuded a pique, a cold aura oozing out from his body.

"Sir!" Hardik Bara aggles Pak Tarjo.

Mr. Tarjo turned his head, his face pale from being caught leaving the hotel without permission. Though the intention of the heart returned before Bara woke up from his sleep. "Eh, Bara boy." Lirih.

Cristhoper who saw Grandpa Jo on hardik by Bara immediately stood in front of the man, with a trace of his waist he uttered a word of insinuation.

"Om, don't be mad at the old man. And then the quality!"

Bara's eyes widened, not because of Cristhoper's words. But since in front of him was Mr. Jack's son, he instantly circulated the gaze in all directions. The bead was stopped at 4 men with all-black stellan, looking like they were looking for someone.

Bara again saw Cristhoper who looked at him cynically. Mr. Tarjo saw the uneasiness on Bara's face, he frowned in confusion.

"What's up, son?"

"We'd better get going, sir," Bara pulled Mr. Tarjo. Don't let Mr. Jack's men know where he is here. Could be fucked up, because caught stalking.

"Where's Grandpa Jo going to take you?" Cristhoper. Bara gave Tarjo the code to leave immediately.

"It's okay, Crist, Grandpa should go home. Want to practice singing competitions," said Mr. Tarjo made Bara frown. 'Singing practice?'

Cristhoper sparkles when he hears about singing. "Oh that's it, Kek, teach me again!"

"Ready! Cristh's drug." The old man walked over while waving at Cristhoper. The boy returned the wave with no less enthusiasm.

Not long ago, Cristhoper was approached by 4 men Bara had seen. "Young Master, don't play it away." Complaints from one of the bodyguards.

Cristhoper smiled happily. "I want to go home now, come on!"

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Hotel

Bara nagged Pak Tarjo when he reached the Hotel. "I hope this is the last time, you leave without my permission." Bara's voice was restrained for holding back the upset.

Mr. Tarjo just grimaced. "Sorry Son! After I was bored, Son Bara woke up at noon. I don't want to see Kingkong again on TV, in Ragunan too much." Her chirps.

"In Ragunan there is a Kingkong?" Bara is interested, is there really a Kingkong in Ragunan. As far as he knows there is no.

"Yeah, there are many derivatives, for example Monkey!" Somehow Mr. Tarjo said the word 'monkey' while raising his chin towards Bara. Until the person sharpens his gaze.

"Why do you think I'm a monkey?" Smoke was billowing over Bara's head.

"Eh, no, son. I'm going to the bathroom." Mr. Tarjo immediately darted into the bathroom, not forgetting to lock it. Afraid if suddenly Bara rampaged and banged on the door.

"SIR TARJOOOOO!!!!" A thunderous voice sounded as if it was shaking the Hotel.

Mr. Tarjo just covered his ears while giggling amusedly.

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Bener-bener Pak Tarjo this, nosilnya not playing. Want to nyentil not seh???

The author ticked it while giggling. I'm sorry Bang Bara.

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