Since my wife got a job a couple weeks ago, Basil eventually has a lot of time to spend, with me. I wouldn't say it's a bad nor good idea. It's sacrifice. As I have to keep going to study at campus, he must follow my rule: come to campus as well. And, he won't have his very own behaviour since I will control him as much as I can. I remind, there are some colleagues in the office to deal with. I note, he is desperately following the rule. Poor Basil.
Each morning, I and Basil commonly will spend some time at home, do whatever we can do until he gets bored. Or, sometimes I go early to campus if there are a lot of things to do.
As Basil is the only son I have, of course I just share my spare time with him. I imagine, how was my father used to share his time with his oh-so-many children? As far as I remember, maybe I was the only child he took for travelling out. He loved visiting relatives, both from my mother's side and his, with public transports. On Sundays, he often just went to an address, without calling - telephone owned by people in the city, made conversations for hours and hours with the hosts. Oh what a boring day.
Maybe if only he was still alive, I would introduced him to geneology as he was so enthusiastic learn about his ancestry. Up to his grand grand fathers, up to his grand grand mother, to kings and queens of ancient monarchies in West Java.
Suddenly, I miss my father. With my son now, it's like rolling my memory with the senior.
Basil menurut ketika diminta pura-pura tidur -A drama |
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