Receiving a phone call from my kid from Jakarta

By David Khoirul

Monday, January 5, 2015

Lailul Agsya, my son in law, arrived yesterday at his mother's house in Tanjung Priok. He was in vacation for about 20 days in his father's house in Bekasi. Today, her mother made a conference call with Agsya. But as usual, Agsya doesn't like phone calls. He cannot be on the phone even for  a minute.

I am so happy to hear his voice although it was just a few seconds and it was only "hello" and "I don't wanna talk on the phone." Agsya thought that the voice in the phone came from Whatsapp. His mother explained that it was the real me, my real voice. I guess tonight he would ask his mother to come to my house in Tanjung Priok, thinking I was already there.

I want to hear his voice again. Maybe when I have time after maghrib or after hanging out with Harry and Adam, I will call Agsya again. You know loving a woman who has a kid means loving his son too. And now I have the same love to Agsya as my love to Sury.

I hope to come back soon. Ten days in the village makes me crazy; the talks and voices of neighbor disturbs me. Since several years ago, I have always wanted to leave this place.

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