Father of My Son
Family Day

"Try it, Mah!" yelled Divan while holding ice cream in her hand. Bia tried cold ice cream with a fresh taste of mint. He shuddered. Bia's favorite flavor has always been chocolate. "Enak, huh?" ask Divan. Bia shaking.

"Dasal mama, I can't tell you!" divan Protest.

Bia's eyes glared as a result of disagreeing with the way her son forced the will. The little family was in the center of public attention, but Dira was not convinced. He still brings Bia and Divan to the amusement park. His attitude was still relaxed as there were ten bodyguards guarding.

"Living said it's good what's hard, anyway?" Dira joined the demo because he did not want to see Divan disappointed.

"It's better to be honest, even if it hurts."

The giant bianglala with its pink paint spun slowly. When the glorious night was dark, the lights on his iron frame lit up and made a beautiful sight.

In a brown garden chair measuring two meters long, the three sat enjoying the bustling atmosphere. Divan pulls the shoulder strap of her pants over all. Today they are wearing a couple shirt. Both wearing pants over all long jeans and t-shirts. It's just that if Divan and Dira shirts are blue, have Bia in light color.

Dira's arm fixed the bando that Bia was wearing. Bando was down and Bia did not realize it. Thank goodness she has a perfectionist husband who is ready to tidy things up. 

"Buy balloon cama t-shirt, huh?" pinta Divan pointed at the balloonist and the t-shirt in front. Dira nodded. Looks like Divan's happy face saw it.

"Before that, mamah said he wanted to ride a giant mill," said Dira.

Bia pulls Dira's shirt sleeve. "Just boy. I don't play kids' games like that. We're on a roller coaster ride."

"Inget there's Divan, Mah. Divan's time is played so."

Bia patting jidat. "Yes, sorry I forgot." If you are traveling with Dira like this, he always forgets that Divan exists. Understandably, since Kindergarten if the streets and play must be both. Divan was still in production.

Dira went in the direction where Divan pointed. While walking, Bia checked her phone as usual. He wanted to know how Livetown was after they left Heren. In fact, two days passed and all had not improved either.

Who's waiting for Dira Kenan to kill himself?-

If Dira Kenan dies, this world will be beautiful

Just kill yourself, Dira, rather than embarrass your family

Bia stunned. Why are these people so evil to her husband. How could they tell someone to die? Did Dira commit corruption until many people went hungry? Did Dira kill people for no reason?

From the end of Bia's eyes shed tears. Despite how many times it drew air, it still felt tight to him. Bia looked towards the front, he looked at the back of Dira who was walking further and further away while holding Divan.

"If you die from this comment, what am I? Only then did I have a husband, Divan had a father," he said softly while covering his mouth with a palm.

This time Bia ran over, approached her husband and hugged the gallant body from behind. Shocked, Dira looked back. "Why?" his tan was startled, feeling the warm liquid penetrate to the point of touching his back. "You crying?"

Dira took down Divan. He turned his body and saw his wife. "Why? Cloena fuckin' again?"

"Don't die, huh? Don't stay with me and Divan anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore" beg Bia. Her tears are still flowing.

Dira smiles. He glanced at the cell phone in Bia's hand. At first glance he could guess the reason his wife was crying. "Listen, I'm a man. If you're strong enough to insult a neighbor, why don't I?"

"But they didn't tell me to die." Bia holds Dira's arm.

"What if they tell me to follow? They who? I just don't know."

Hearing that, Bia immediately glanced sharply at Divan. "Just boy. You are if you say as good as jidat," he said.

Divan has tongue. "Nangis agi every hali. Divan bocen says mamah tantik. Mom, I'm not pretty, I'm." The boy was nagging back. This time, Bia's defense has forgotten her son. He immediately grabbed Divan's cheek intending to pinch the anxiety.

However, Dira quickly grabbed Bia's hand and held her back. "Eits, can not play violence with children. He'll take the example later" advised Dira.

Enough with the commotion of Bia and Divan, they ended the day's journey. They had gone to the mall to provide some necessities. After that, stop by Mrs' house. Carol picked him up.

"Divan," call Mrs. Carol opens the door and sees Divan and Bia and Dira there.

Divan raised her hand and grabbed her by her nanny since the baby. "Grandma, Divan kangen. Shady mom, tuh!" eve.

Bia folds her hands in front of her chest. "Extended start. You become an artist there. The longer it looks more like Cloena, "cerocos Bia.

"What, anyway? Same with my own son." Dira rubbed Bia's hair.

Mrs. Carol laughs. "That's okay, Dira. This same mother child has always been like this. Since Divan can talk, they continue to debate even though they are not connected," said Mrs. Carol. Dira laughs. He thought it was only since there he was, his wife and son arguing constantly.

"Divan, you're rich, grandma," Divan told me. Mrs. Carol scrunched up jidat. "Kalang Divan there is an obin, umah becal, telus there is a pool. But mamah can't come near. Peels, huh?"

"God!" bia protest.

Mrs. Carol just nodded. "This is you know, Mom. Melvi told you, right? Bia wants to invite mom to stay with Bia. Dira already wants a job and Bia list college. Divan has no friends at home. Bia does not trust anyone else for Divan's care. Know for yourself how complicated he is," explained Bia.

"Sign in first. Just talk inside. Neighbors here are still talking to you," asked Mrs. Carol.

They took off their shoes and went into the house. Bia looked around the room. He missed his place for three years.

"My house is full, ma'am?" ask Bia curious.

Mrs. Carol shakes. "Your stuff is still there. I'm also confused where to put it" replied Mrs. Carol.

Bia glanced at Dira sharply. "They want to be moved with your people" he said.

Dira can't defend himself. "I forgot, you know. Really."

Divan laughs while riding his horses left behind in Mrs' house. Carol. "Father got a scolding, lackey!"

It was Dira's turn to look at her son sharply. "Divan," call Dira.

Divan. "I'm sorry, my God," said the boy.

Bia was stunned until she opened her mouth wide. "Well, if the same papah just quickly apologized," protested Bia.

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