Father of My Son
A House With A Large Page

Bia came out of Divan's room. He went down into the kitchen. Some of the servants were shocked to see Bia coming to that place. "I just want to cook. Divan that if breakfast should eat my cooking," explained Bia when some waiter forbid cooking. Finally they gave up too because Bia was constantly pressing.

There are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator. He was also confused by the size of his refrigerator. The door is about the size of a regular house door and there are four doors.

He chose to cook chicken and potatoes. Simpler with diced then burned and watered homemade sauce.

"You cook?" Dira emerged from the kitchen door. In the morning, she wakes up to Divan's room and does not find Bia. His servant pointed to the kitchen when Dira asked his wife.

Bia turned around and saw Dira walking over to him. The man was standing next to Bia who was still flicking through the chicken meat on the grill. The smell was so tempting that Dira felt hungry.

"It can really cook now" Dira praised. Bia's lips curved. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Can you cook?" Bia was afraid that for three years he was busy with gig activities, Dira did not cook anymore.

"Handid? I always cook for myself on holidays" he said. He looked at the materials that Bia prepared. It turns out everything is ready. Live cooked meat roasted and then served on a plate.

Dira takes the plate from the cabinet. He took it and put it on the table. After the meat is cooked, Bia keeps it on a plate that Dira takes. The white plate now contains pieces of chicken meat that give off the scent of rosemary.

"Waw, do you guys make mine?" dira asked as he looked at the three plates of roasted chicken pieces. Bia nodded. He may have forgotten the owner of this house.

"I was hitchhiking in your house, time not knowing myself" Bia said.

Dira who was about to pierce the piece of meat on his plate with a fork kept silent. "Humping? You think you're a refugee?" Dira did not accept Bia's words.

Bia's shoulder lifted. He began to enjoy the results of his cooking while Dira looked at him sharply. "You're upset with me?" tegur Dira's. Bia shaking. Even though he wanted to say yes in his heart. "Because what?"

"I'm not upset" said Bia.

Deliberately Dira poking Bia's cheeks. Clearly Bia was stunned. His face was blushing and his eyes were embarrassed. "If you're not upset, why so sniffy?" dira Syndir.

"Have eaten there!" Bia cut their conversation. He immediately enjoyed his meal.

Dira plays a fork on his plate. He was still thinking how to explain to Bia so that the woman would not get angry. "Bi, about our marriage ...."

"I know, we got married just so Divan had status. I'm telling you, I know myself enough" Bia cut.

Dira grunts. "Eat first! Don't play nagging." Anxiously Dira pinched Bia's cheek. Bia rubbed her cheek.

"My contract with the agency ends this November. So before that, chances are we should hide the wedding first. While we wait, we'll have a December reception, okay?"

"I don't expect much. It's like this."

"I did it for you. I fear you are being blasphemed by many. Let them know first so they can accept you" explained Dira.

Hearing the word blasphemed, Bia's hand shook. I think he remembered the time he had been hit by classmates. "However they won't accept me" said Bia uninspired.

Dira rubbed her hair. "Do you know something?" ask Dira.

"What?"

"Even if they hate you, I'd rather leave them."

"Why?"

"I'm your husband, right? You think I'm a cab driver who knows how to drive, but doesn't keep it at his destination?"

"Thank you" Dira said with a laugh.

Not wanting to swallow the shame for too long, Bia grinned the horse. "Sama-sama," Bia replied with a laugh.

The atmosphere began to melt between them. There was a long pause because both of them focused on eating. Beside the dining room the walls are thick glass and there is a sliding door of glass overlooking the fish pond as well as the garden. What a beautiful view.

Dira looked at Bia's sparkling eyes looking at the sight. "Do you like the house?" ask Dira.

Bia nodded. "Good, the yard is beautiful."

This time Dira's hand turned the fork over the plate. He swallowed his food. "When, there's a woman who tells me this, the house must have a large yard. Let the children play with satisfaction and the mother plants flowers. His father enjoyed oxygen while reading the newspaper. The house is fresh and feels peaceful if in the morning and beautifully decorated with lights at night so the place to see the vast sky and the stars" said Dira. He grabbed his glass of water and drank.

Again the man's words made Bia gasp in shock. Every detail of the sentence fits no less nor more. He remembered. "You mean when we were third grade Junior High?" ask Bia.

A grin is seen on Dira's lips. "I forgot, just remember who said it my classmate."

Bia's laughter flared up again. Third grade Junior High he and Dira still sit one class. Like their own must sit must be one class, otherwise Dira will skip. Dira's parents already knew that and asked the school to arrange for the two in the same class.

Right on the third grade graduation day, Dira invites Bia to do something brash. There was a cherry tree on the side of the courtyard of a fruitful house. Red and fresh looking. Though Dira also has the same tree, but he prefers to pick illegally in people's homes.

"How are you gonna get caught?" ask Bia scared.

"We got caught because you were noisy. So just shut up" said Dira.

Dira's tall body made it easier to pluck those cherries. Unfortunately, they were caught off guard. Run both like people being chased by dogs. To the extent that the next Dira shoes are left behind. Thank goodness I was not caught. They ran outside the housing complex where their school was with graduation uniforms still attached to the body.

"Keep caught, you're noisy!" dira Protest.

"Part of you that if you want to steal fruit should bring a boy friend instead of even bring your own girlfriend!" bia protest.

Dira ruffled Bia's hair with anxiety. "And we must be equally pleased and sorrowful."

"That's your reason! In the house is also a lot, why even take cherries in the house of random people?" nagel Bia's.

"It feels different, Bi. There's no challenge. Anybody who has a stingy house. The vast courtyard was full of cherries so, but it took some anger."

"He planted it hard, Dira. You think that cherry tree planted keeps bearing fruit in a day?" Bia was long annoyed also with his girlfriend's ignorant attitude. "At the same time the yard is nice, spacious!" puji Bia's.

Dira grunts. "Difficulty dealing! The grass should be cut, watered daily. Not to mention if it rains!"

Bia ruffled waist. "The house must have a large yard. Let the children play with satisfaction and the mother plants flowers. His father enjoyed oxygen while reading the newspaper. The house is fresh and feels peaceful if in the morning and beautifully decorated with lights at night so the place to see the vast sky and the stars," explained Bia.

Dira nodded. "What is your shoe? Not wearing shoes next door?" ask Bia confused. Finally that day Dira had to wait for Bia to buy new shoes for her at the stop.

Remembering that day, Bia never stopped laughing. Many memories of Dira's strangeness were recorded in his brain.

"Why?" dira asked while raising his eyebrows. Dira's plate is empty.

"Remember that my husband used to be a hobby of cherry-maling in people's yards" replied Bia

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