Hunger Fruitful Shame
I
remember on Sunday morning, I plan to buy new shoes in the traditional markets
with My Father. Mouth gaping crocodile in my shoes, maybe not on hold again to
go to school. Along the way I just silent. Honestly my relationship and father
as the person who is not familiar with each other. Maybe in because Father busy
with work, so we rarely involved conversation.
Father properties plus the quiet, lazy adds flavor to speak with the
father.
As
I understand the market and the house sizable distance away, but the journey we
traveled only by foot. So that along the way, I just spoke with my own self. My
Father lyrics also looks like he is not interested in talking to. In my heart
talking to himself, Try asking the father, my
son, tired? Or at least, to talk like
this, we climbed Taxi, kid? Pity you were little, Let not tired. I wish so,
But it's still on foot, haha ...
In
the market, my legs cramp all. But when looking at the merchant promote his
merchandise, a sense of cramps in my legs is gone, replaced with hunger.
Because in front of my beautiful candy plastered sexi!
"Come
on ..." said father pulled my hand, leading shoes merchant.
With
saliva that was dripping, father busy looking shoes in the show traders to him,
regardless of my saliva is already soaking up the limit of my waist. Slowly
father showed his choice of shoes in my direction, father looked surprised
because I had high saliva my mouth!
I
grabbed my father's shoes and a choice try it on my little legs. I remember the first
black shoes. To the right shoe was a picture of Superman to fly, while the left
of the image of Superman again defecation. Correct? No ... That's right, Superman
again lift clothesline! Car lift means, hehe ...
Mood
of the market at the time it was very crowded. My body is skinny like a fish, a
few times oppressed. I wanted to find a place to hide. Then I open shirt and
pants, a direct defecation, haha ... No, I mean open shirt and pants make
changes so Superman. People who squeeze my body before, I immediately let
inflatable bounce. Luckily I am a person who is arrogant and wasteful, so I
undo his evil intentions!
The
father drove around the market to buy household needs. Longer around, my body
aches all. The sun is very hot, so I feel thirsty. My stomach has also been
struggling eager to be filled.
"Iwan,
hungry?" Said Father.
In
my heart I say, Hungry once, but on the contrary I replied: "No, Iwan was
not hungry."
"Right
..."
I
nodded slowly.
"Ok.
Accompany father eat, huh? "Said Mr eventually.
I
nodded for a second time. I muttered to myself, why do I say full. Though I am
hungry. I then played tissue that is in the middle of the table. While father
looked ordering food at father chicken soup seller.
Mr
Orders come. Crazy, my father two servings message. Hungry father. I swallowed
hard, aroma soup make me want to drool dripping. Why does this mouth, can not
take compromise. Say, if hungry. Why say full? Seems my mouth is, needs to be
in to school, I'll be thinking like a brain. In my heart I cried: Father, Your
son hungry ...
Loading...