Sincerity of Love JONATHAN

184. Sanded

Ammar was silent, watching the face of his son who continued like someone begging him.

"Yes, Pa? Papa wants, right, permission Atta to be cut off? Atta's friends want to be shunned all know, Pa. .. it's not cool if Atta is alone with hair." Atta is still trying.

Ammar exhaled, and said, "Yes, yes. You can be shaved."

He finally agreed, because he could not.

"Hore!!" Atta immediately stood on the sofa and jumped up and down, because she was happy and satisfied to hear Ammar's answer.

"But just Papa who gundulin you, huh? No need to go to the barber."

"Lho, why is it?" Instantly, Atta stopped her body movements.

"Papa can, Ta. Ud you mending change clothes continue to eat, so that later Papa gundulin directly."

"But Papa is not a barber. The result will be ugly again. Atta won't, ah!" push Atta with a headband.

"Although Papa is not a barber, Papa used to often cut people's hair. Especially gundulin. That expert is me." Ammar patted his chest confidently.

"Ah time anyway?"

"Take a. You didn't believe in Papa?"

"But Papa doesn't have a shaver. How do you try? And Atta also pengen. Until the mosquito slipped while standing on Atta's head." The boy immediately touched his head, while imagining his bald self.

"About that it is easy ..," replied Ammar lightly. "The point is that you receive it sorted out later and it must be in accordance with what you want."

"What do you wear to shave it later? No kitchen knife, right?"

"Yes not. Wear a shaver. Later Papa pinjem the same Opanya the Juna."

"Pinjem same Opanya the Juna, anyway, Pa? Not very capital. And he doesn't have."

"Papa often saw him shaved by Om Bejo, Ta, outside."

"Papa sure can make it slippery, right? If it's not slippery, how?"

"Wear sandpaper later. Papa's got a lot of sandpaper in the barn. Guaranteed slippery deh."

"What is an implant? And Papa's not lying, is he, can you really shave your hair?" Even so, Atta still did not fully believe. Because Ammar's face is not so convincing according to him.

"Truly O Allah, Ta .. do not believe very much you become a child." Ammar became upset, because again his son just kept asking questions. Plus don't believe it. "What do you want to do, right? Don't let Papa change his mind, yeah! And you won't allow Papa to be shaved!" he threatened a little.

"Yes, deh. Atta nurut." Atta nodded her head obediently. Although he does not fully believe, but he will try.

***

Move to Leon.

The boy was in a car with his father, Jaccob.

"Where are we going, Dad? How is this not the way home?"

Leon stared at the car glass, watching the highway that passed by because of the number of vehicles.

"We'll stop by the salon first, yeah, honey. Daddy wants to color his hair" replied Jaccob who was driving.

"To the salon?" Leon suddenly shines.

Of course he's happy. Because she also happens to want to hair. Like a saying that says—pucuk loved, ulan also arrived.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's coincidental. Leon's gonna get shaved, too, Dad?" door directly.

"Lho, how are you being shaved?" Jaccob looked astonished. His forehead flinched.

"At school .. again trend the children who are deforested, Dad. Leon's time didn't follow? Not called dong."

"Oohh. Daddy is okay-okay you get shaved. But you asked Mommy first. Afraid he forbids, do you know your own Mommy like how if he's angry? Don't let Daddy have a tantrum."

"Okay, siiipp!!"

Apparently so easy, asking his Daddy for permission. Only her mother, whose name was Mary.

Now, Leon is waiting for Mommy's response over the phone. He called from his own cell phone.

"Hello, honey," said Maria, who had just raised the call. His voice sounded heavy, like holding something back.

"Hello, Mom. Mommy what else?"

"Mommy's on the crap. What's up, honey?"

"Ih Mommy slovenly. Take a break while picking up the phone."

"It's okay. Don't smell it up there. Eeeegghh .. so what's up?" ask her while pushing.