Father of My Son
Learn to Fight

Am I here confused what is mild conflict? What's kayak below?

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"Bi! Which brown shoes am I?" dira asked while shouting inside the walking closet. Almost every morning it goes like that.

"You're the one wearing why ask me?" She screamed from the bathroom. Though he was cleaning up the mess that Dira did after bathing. Even the toiletries are a lot, this and that. His skin is softer than his own wife.

Dira still opened one by one shelf. "I'm happy, come on!" said annoyed. He was planning on wearing those shoes. In the Dira dictionary there is no single use word if comfortable. Whenever there was time, he would put it back on. It's just the position, it doesn't know where it is.

Dira ruffled her hair. He brought the same color shoes. That's the shoe Matteo just bought and it's been washed clean. Finish the shoe problem, his socks are now gone. None of the socks matched those shoes.

"Bia! Where's my leg shirt?" tanyakanya.

Soon Bia left the towel in the laundry basket and approached Dira. He was shocked because Dira's walking closet was a mess. "All the washed socks I put on the sock rack, really."

"If it's kept there, it's a lot missing" Dira protested.

"If there is a lot missing, it means you do not bring it home. You remember buying shoes, why not with socks."

"If you know I forgot why don't you buy it?" Dira ruffled waist. His breathing rose and fell quickly so tired he looked for things that were not there.

"I used to buy it and you don't want to wear it. And you keep saying let you buy it, forget it?"

Dira ruffled her hair again and then rubbed her nape. He threw his shoes on the floor. Then put on sandals. "You have no attention!" his protest.

Bia glanced at him sharply. "Nothing? I finished your bed, your ex took a bath, prepared for breakfast. What's not paying attention?" reproof Bia.

"It can be handled by a waiter. All I need is equipment for work. You know for yourself my clothes are supporting the work. Why aren't you paying attention to that part?" Dira's tone is getting higher.

"I was once ready, right? You keep protesting, saying less of this cake, less of it," explained Bia.

Dira grunts. "Keep what use are you to be the wife of the artist. You should study, read fashion magazines or look on the internet. Don't be a village just because you live in Emertown!"

Bia smiled cynically. His eyes are wide open. "Campaign? I'm a girl, I don't know fashion. I take the same bread as your son! Then you know why marry me? Sana, just go with your ex!"

Bia turned. He folded both his hands on his chest. "Is that how you deal with problems? I want you to change, open your mind. Not even carrying the name of another woman!"

"Then what? You mean you said you wanted the band to want me to be with him, right? Because he's the city boy who knows how to take care of you, but I don't!"

"Whatever you want to say! Did I mention her name just now? You're the one who's getting into trouble!" snapped Dira. He walked out of the walking closet while covering the door violently. Bia followed.

"That's your problem! You're the one who took me first!" Bia is still strong on his stance.

"Here you go, I'm lazy to talk to you if you're gini." Dira walks out of the room.

Bia ruffled waist. "Bodo very! I don't want to talk to you anymore either!" his yell.

Dira could hear Bia's words. "Look, who asked to speak first."

On the other hand, Bia also said the same thing. The cold war began.

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Breakfast was not as usual. Dira and Bia were both silent. Divan himself seemed to be able to sense that atmosphere. He occasionally saw Papah and then his mother. Then the boy was upset. His face shriveled to the point of seeing his mother and father not even looking at each other.

"Morning!" the new Matteo. He saw food on the table. "Well, the breakfast looks good. You know, breakfast here every day." He glanced at the surly Dira, as sour as his wife.

Matteo. "Wrong me, come here just as it's hot."

Dira dropped the spoon on the plate hard. Matteo and Divan were shocked. "Ready all my clothes. I slept in the apartment tonight!" said Dira ketus then stood up and walked away.

Bia is not chiming at all. He does not want to fight in front of Divan because it will affect the development of his son.

"Divan ate it, huh?" Bia rubbed Divan's cheek. It was obvious that he was holding back the crying.

Matteo looked at Bia. "Why?" tanyakanya. Bia shook her head while looking down.

"Patience, he is. If you are angry, but not for long," advised Matteo.

Bia nodded. He knows Dira better than Matteo. However, the problem was that Bia was also angry here. He was still offended by Dira's words to him.

"Teo!" call Dira because Matteo doesn't prepare his things. Lekas Matteo ran to Dira's room and prepared Dira's equipment.

Kalvis helped Matteo. Meanwhile, Dira receives a call at the entrance of the house. Mr. Pier still offers a shooting offer for Divan despite knowing Dira's answer is still not.

"There-there-is!" nagging Dira after hanging up the phone.

Before long Matteo was ready with Dira equipment. "Go now!" firmly Dira then walked to the terrace. He rode in the back seat of his black car while Kalvis and Matteo sat in front.

"Dir, it is not good that you marahan with Madame Dira so. You're still newlyweds, you know!" matteo's Advice.

Dira swerved so sharply that Matteo died of lice. "Don't interfere in my household matters. Instead, you take care of the shooting schedule next week. I read there are conflicting schedules. How can we play in two places with half an hour distance? Are you able to pack that fast?"

Matteo grinning horse. "Vis, take note! There's a wrong schedule!" Matteo blamed Kalvis. Kontan Kalvis grunts.

Bia saw Dira's car pass from the window of the house. It squeezes the curtains. Tonight her husband will not go home and feel a pain in his mind.

"Do I have to apologize?" think Bia. He rubbed his chest. It feels tight to the point of feeling pain when breathing.

"Moment, not crying," said Divan while holding his mother's arm. The boy always knew Bia was sad. Bia smiled hiding the pain. He rubbed Divan's hair gently.

Matteo peeking from the rearview mirror. Dira daydreamed while looking towards the window. The man even propped his chin with his left palm. Dira is clearly thinking a lot.

"Dir, if you're tired next week I'll cut down on your work? You need a break" suggested Matteo.

Dira did not answer. His eyes were straight out the window. "I just want to calm down. Already, that's it."

He's down. "I think I'm having a hard time overdoing it with Bia."

Matteo grinning horse. "Would you come back to apologize?" cananda Matteo's.

Dira took his jacket and threw it at Matteo. "If I apologize first I lose! The guy he's obviously fighting a war."

"But kangen, right?" chirps Kalvis.

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