Father of My Son
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"It's down here, right. Telus .. gini ja," Divan said to himself while trying to put on shoes.
"That's right, really," said Bia.
However, when Divan tried to put the heel into the green shoes, his feet did not immediately enter. "Well, Divan said what, Ma. It's a kecin's shoe, Divan's leg is big. Dak's in!" his weakness.
"The team tried to use a little energy and patience. Surely can. Count to ten times" suggested Bia.
Divan nodded. He was still trying to put his heels in his shoes. "One ... two .. three .. five .. seven .. ten ... I can't imagine!" this time even Divan let out a whimper.
"It looks like Divan has to start counting again. There were some missed numbers. Want a pandu mama?" tawar Bia's.
Divan. He kept his shoes and ran into Bia's arms. "Divan doesn't want to, tired. Divan dak can, Divan pulustaci," complained Divan. His face was drowned in Bia's arms.
Bia rubbed her son's back, while hugging Divan tightly. "What's wrong, Divan can rest later we try again. If the power gathers again, we try. Divan pinter, you know. Remember when Divan tried to wear his own pants? Divan once tried to be able to," Bia gave motivation.
Divan simply nodded without letting go of the embrace nor did he raise his head. He still hid his face. Divan's breath goes up and down, Bia knows in a matter of five Divan must be crying. Prediction's right. Divan began to hiccup and feel warm and wet Bia's stomach due to tears Divan penetrated Bia clothes.
A warm kiss lay on her son's head. "It's okay, cry for a second. Just cry slowly, mamah knows Divan disappointed because he could not then feel sad," said Bia.
Crying children are natural, only parents should not always give up. The crying of the child is the key they win the fight so that there is no need to do the obligation. Therefore, Bia never wants to lose with her son's cry. He only let Divan cry in his arms and if it improves again motivates Divan to try again.
"My son why?" tanya Dira who just came from the office that afternoon. He kept a bag in the nightstand and came to his small family.
"Divan was trying to put on his own shoes. I could, but tired. That's why it's a break, right?" bia asked while holding Divan's cheek.
The boy suddenly stopped crying at the sound of his papa. Immediately Divan turned to hug Dira while hiding his face on the man's shoulder.
"Well, it's great that papah's kids have learned to wear their own shoes. If it works, papah will love Divan to go to the winter fair. There are lots of loh olafnya," Dira bargained.
Divan kept shaking. Unlike usual where this child is happy every time given a gift, this time Divan is still moody.
"Let him try it after three years. Kasian loh," Dira suggested.
Bia shaking. "Last night we had a deal. Don't be unstable, Divan will also be unstable" protested Bia.
Dira nodded. "Look, Divan try first while papah slightly hold his shoes. Let papah love Divan strength papah," bargained Dira.
Bia gives green shoes with a keropi picture that Divan uses for training. It was Divan's favorite shoe because he bought it himself with his grandmother and grandfather.
Divan put the front of his foot in his shoes. Now enter the most difficult part, insert the heel. Dira holds the back of Divan's shoes. "One ... two ... three," count Dira and in the count of three, Divan succeeds.
"Tuh, right! Papah is strong so Divan can be loved by me," cried Divan while showing the shoes he managed to wear.
"Strength, loh," ralat Bia.
Dira pretended to look surprised. "When papah has not given any strength, loh. Can divan be alone?" tanyanya pretended to be absorbed.
Divan's hands are ruffled. The boy glanced towards the shoes then towards the papa. "So I made Divan sendili?" tanyakanya.
Dira and Bia nodded then gave a loud applause. Divan's face blushed in embarrassment praised both her parents.
"Now try the left one" suggested Bia.
Divan agreed to it directly. He took the other shoe and tried the same way. "Pull the tail, huh?" advice Bia.
This time, Divan was successful. He pranced, turned around and made a pose by keeping both palms on his chin. His eyes flickered spoiled.
"Divan want to take a walk to Pukuan laaya?" ask Divan as usual wrong if you have to say a word with four tribes.
"Next week the new fair is open. Divan waited a minute, huh? While Divan learned to make olaf on the page," replied Dira.
Divan nodded. He looked out the window and the snow was heavy enough to make olaf. "Kalang Divan dak to brother Memeli. Ujan salaju bangak. All white, papah," Divan's story about the snowfall that was heavy until the day out of sight became narrow.
Dira nodded. There was snow on the windows of the office building. "Divan makes little olaf. Mamah made a mess. Idungna from wotol," the story again.
"Carrot?" tanya Dira made sure. Divan nodded as Dira's answer was very precise.
"Divan is happy about this. Divan make olaf sendili, sandili shoes. Very good divan!" praise it to yourself.
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