
"Actually Jamal's in trouble again, Mom, sir."
"The problem? What problems?"
Jamal inhaled deep air so that his rumbling heart could calm down. Jamal lowered his head with both palms clasped tightly together.
"Jamal had sex with Jamal's employer's son, Mak."
"You mean, Mal?" ask Mom in a slightly louder voice. With her eyes fixed, Mom wanted to confirm what she had just heard. You are also no less surprised to hear the confession of his first son.
Jamal looked up at his parents. "I'm sorry Jamal, Mom, sir. Jamal's a philand."
Mom immediately silenced. His tears immediately fell. Chests rumbling. His mouth spoke Istighfar several times. So too with my father. She was as disappointed as my mother.
"Why did you hear it, Mal? Why?" asked, trying to contain his anger. While her crying mother became more and more.
"Ampuni Jamal, sir. Jamal's wrong. Jamal can't take care of himself."
"How's the story?" urge you with a slightly raised voice. It seemed that the middle-aged man wanted to vent emotions to his first son.
Inevitably Jamal also shouted the incident that made him become more and more often to have sex. No one is covered. Jamal really revealed everything, until he was fired. Mother's crying is getting hysterical, while Father's chest is getting so thorough.
"You should be able to prevent Jamal? Why even a hiccup?" cerca Father grew furious after hearing the confession of his son.
"I'm sorry, sir," Jamal looked down.
"Geez, Jamal! Where's your mind? Huh! Are you proud to do all that? Did you really forget that religion even forbids it? Do you not think about the feelings of your parents, when you repeatedly sinned? Where's your brain, JAMAL!" snapped Father. Angry and disappointed melted into one in the man. As for Mom, her crying grew louder. He could not say anything to his son. He was too disappointed with his first child.
Jamal could only be bowed, his tears coming. Sorry, that's for sure. But this is all Jamal can do. Apologizing.
"Is it because you live in the city that you are proud to do so? You don't even think about your parents' feelings. Is it because you're great, you can make your own money, so you don't care about the house people?" maki has become.
"No, Sir. No. gabe. Jamal's sorry."
Mom's up. He did not look at his son at all. With a shaky step he walked towards the room. Closing the room door. Mother is back to wail.
"Now you are satisfied, right? Seeing you embarrassed and devastated?" accuse Father. Then he went out of the house somewhere. It is certainly possible to calm down.With a bit of reluctance Jamal got up to his Mother's room.
"Mom, Maafin Jamal, Mommy. Sorry Jamal, hiks ... hiks ..." said Jamal while several times knocking on the door, but Mother did not respond at all. My mother was too disappointed with what the child was doing.
Jamal repeatedly knocked on the door of the room while apologizing. But he didn't get any response from inside. Until finally Jamal gave up and chose to go into his room, to reflect on his mistake.
Jamal lay in his room. His mind is fucked. He even thought of the bad things that could have happened. Jamal is filled with fear and guilt. Due to the confusion of mind and mood, Jamal finally fell asleep because he felt tired.
A few hours later, Jamal woke up. When his eyes opened, his hand grabbed the phone to look at the time. In addition to seeing the time that turned out to be in the middle of the day, Jamal also checked the incoming message.
Jamal's smile grew as he read a message from the woman he said today skipped college. Jamal then got up and stretched his body, then immediately he replied to the incoming message.
While discussing his parents, Jamal recalls that his parents are angry at this time. After replying to Selin's message, Jamal immediately stood up and went out of the room.
The house looks quiet, the door of his parents' room is also still closed. Jamal breathed deeply and exhaled slowly.
"Did you come out in the morning and not come home yet?" muttered. Jamal then stepped into the bathroom to urinate and wash his face.
After the bathroom business was over, Jamal stepped up and stopped in front of his mother's bedroom door.
"Mom, Mommy!" call Jamal. But silence has no validity. Jamal tried to call his mother.
"Loh! Jamal's at home?" ask Akmal who seems to have just returned from school.
"I'm home, why?" asked Jamal who was confused by his sister's question.
"No, kirain Mas Jamal came to the hospital to take care of Mom."
"What's? Mum's in the hospital?"
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