Father of My Son
Dating Lightning

Both do not age. At that time Bia was wearing a yellow dress with a picture motif. Her hair was braided in two. He walks among the sunflowers that bloom in late summer. Her hair danced to the right and left as a result of being blown by the wind.

The plantation was deserted as Bia thought. In the center was a vast green grass field and a pond with clear water.

"Bring here the carpet" said Bia. Dira's face shriveled. The girl was the only person who could make Dira carry a carpet roll through the sunflower plantation.

"So this is the place?" ask Dira. Bia nodded then pointed at the flat spot where they could start eating together. There Dira began to roll out the carpet. The man sat there straightening his legs while Bia began arranging the food in a basket onto the carpet.

"That's the worst, already the mothers are still on a picnic," ledek Dira. This time Bia did not stop. He brought the sandwich from the box and forcefully put it in Dira's mouth.

The man had to bite off his strawberry and youghurt sandwich. It feels very sour. "Don't you love this honey?" tegur Dira's.

Bia stunned. "Should I use honey?" Bia scratched her head though it didn't itch. He saw a sandwich in his hand that Dira had bitten at one end.

Dira bobbing head. "Nyesel at that time had already praised the cooking potter."

"I brought sweetened condensed milk, really!" Bia took out a sachet of sweetened condensed milk from the basket. He was going to eat it with watermelon.

"You brought anything with you?" Dira pulled the food basket Bia then looked up as soon as she saw the contents. "Until the one-headed watermelon you bring too? Just bring a stove and a blanket, baby."

"You're so bad that you keep sneaking around. Though I was intent on making you happy, Nyet." Bia turned to look back at Dira. He folded his hands in front of his chest. His face was disappointed. "I just want to repeat our High School time."

"If I don't want to" said Dira.

Shocked by her husband's words, Bia turned around. "Why?" tanyanya sewot's.

"Because not long after that we separated. You suffer, I'm lonely and Divan lives without a father. It's better now. We complement each other and have a perfect family." Dira facing towards Bia. He looked at Bia's reddened face. "I'm glad you're my wife now."

"Oh, Dira. You are so sweet! The boys in the village where I used to live often shouted your name," said Bia.

"Why are they shouting my name?"

"Because you're a thief" said Bia, pointing at Dira's nose.

Dira chuckles. "Most out? I'm maling what? Cherries in people's homes?"

"You're getting my feelings," Bia replied as she crossed her thumb and forefinger forming love.

Dira menoyor jidat Bia. "It's not romantic, not rame!"

They ate all the food Bia brought. Dira helps peel watermelon. "Sapuin, huh?" bia Pinta.

"My sad feeling is why are you even asking to be entertained?" Dira protested, even though he still fed Bia the watermelon he had cut.

Rhythm with hair, sunflowers danced. What a beautiful view today. There is a bright yellow flower crown, fresh green grass, rippling pool water and a bright blue sky. Dira looked at Bia who was chewing watermelon. He smiles.

"Can I ask you?" Dira restarted the conversation. He looked at her questioningly. "If we travel one day, where are you going?"

"Beach."

Tingly it feels on the soles of the feet as soon as the sandals are off and walking on the sand. The beach has a wide line. Bia ran around with great difficulty. It was unclear what the purpose was, the woman laughed to herself.

He made a picture on the beach, the waves swept and then Bia nagged again. Dira laughed when she saw his behavior. The beach is crowded with tourists. Because of the hat, no one noticed Dira there.

"I always want to walk in the sand while holding hands," Bia pinta while scratching her palms. Dira who was sensitive immediately welcomed Bia's wishes.

"I'm so happy!" Bia's head rested on Dira's fairly muscular arm.

"Make as happy as possible. If I'm working again, another story." Dira's hand rubbed Bia's hair.

Suddenly Bia grimaced. On his back was a sudden pain. "Why?" Dira checked the back that Bia was holding. He took down Bia's dress zipper and was shocked to see a bruise there. "Why is this so?" tegur Dira's.

"Yesterday Cloe pushed into the wall. I think the pain will quickly go away."

Dira patting jidat. "Why just say it now? Know that I'll take it to the doctor. You also why did Cloe barin hurt you? You should've just kept kicking him."

"Before you come, I'm the same he was hit" Bia said.

After Bia improved, they walked towards the quietest part of the beach. There Dira opened his hat. The man wearing the white shirt set foot on the beach lips that were flooded with tears to the eyes.

"Dira, play it cynically. Afraid waves!" advice Bia.

Dira shakes. He put his hand on Bia. "Here, learn again not afraid of sea water. You can do it."

Bia was shaking. However, Dira did not give up just like that. He pulled Bia's hand and hugged her from behind. Dira takes Bia to the deeper part of the beach where the water reaches his knees then he drops Bia again.

Bia shouted to return to the mainland. "Hey, Bia! Lookatme! I'm here, I'll protect you." Dira turned Bia's face towards him. He looked into the woman's eyes. "It's okay, right?"

Bia looked at her feet that had been flooded by sea water. Nothing happened, he's fine. Bia looked back at Dira then nodded. Dira starts to take Bia off and takes a few steps back. He splashed water on Bia's face.

"OK, if you dare to fight!" Dira again splashed water on Bia's face again. Obviously it makes Bia upset and reply to do the same. Be them playing water until both clothes get wet.

The sun starts to sink. Enjoying the light of orange and purple, both of them lay on the sand. Bia leaned her head against the chest of her husband's field.

"If only a day like this could be repeated more than once, I would still want to pass it by you," Dira kissed Bia's forehead.

Bia's embrace was getting tighter hugging Dira's waist. He was cold because of his wet clothes. However, Dira's body is very powerful to warm.

"How about Divan?" bia protest.

Dira patting jidat. "Why can I forget that now we have a child. The feeling is still the age of dating."

"Yes, we have a child. Now we should always be three."

"What about the five?" tawar Dira's.

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