Father of My Son
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"Why come here again? Are you glad your husband came here and threatened me?" scold Cloe as soon as she sees Bia sitting next to her. He just woke up from sleep after getting a sedative injection.
Bia's coming with Dira's permission now. It's just that the conditions out there are two bodyguards waiting. "Dira knows I'm here and I intend to straighten things out. Don't think about what Dira said yesterday. We want to live a quiet life, so we won't interfere with your problems anymore" Bia replied.
Cloe snorts. He turned his back to Bia and was shocked because there was a small child's face on the other side of the bed. "Why bring all the kids, anyway?" cloe protest.
Bia shaking. While Divan sharpens his eyes. "I'm funny, you know. Doesn't papa like it? Mothers cmua airing Divan!" divan Protest. The boy walked around the patient's bed and came into his mother's arms.
"I can't leave Divan alone" explained Bia.
"Then don't come here!" Cloe knew it was happening. If it's tilted again he's crumpled again.
"I don't want Dira to be blamed if you kill yourself. That's why I make sure you're alive" said Bia.
It really did stab Cleona in the heart. Don't want to take a headache, Cloe doesn't chimed in Bia's words anymore. "If you want to be here, tell your son to shut up. I'm going to sleep" she said, pulling the blanket and lying down.
Bia nodded. He went to the sofa and held Divan's toy there. Gratitude Divan is very at home as long as the toys and snacks are available. Bia is still trying to hold on until Cloe wakes up and tells Haley the story.
"Males tantenya," comments Divan because he still sees Cloena lying down while he has changed four rounds of car fights.
Bia put her index finger on Divan's lips. "The aunt is an adult, the good boy certainly speaks politely to the aunt. Aren't we?"
Divan nodded. "Tantenya sick?" ask Divan. Bia nodded. "Eat-eating the children?"
Bia shaking. "Tante eats a lot of heart" replied Bia.
Divan. "Chicken's heart with the cow?" As usual, Divan is getting better.
The person who was waiting to wake up, apparently pretended to be asleep. He smiled at the boy's chattering.
"Ma, replied Divan napa. That's chicken liver in cow?" press Divan.
"Chicken. Eat chicken liver, but not cooked," Bia answered lying.
Cloe's up. He looked at the child sitting next to Bia while carrying the truck. "Who said I don't have any. I have a stove and don't eat raw chicken liver. I'm not old either" Cloe ralat in a sewot tone.
Bia closed Divan's ears. "Don't be rude talking to a child" she protested.
Cloe grunting. "That's why I don't like kids. If you don't think about it first," protested
"You too, if you never think about it!" reply Bia is equally cynical.
"Enough. Yesterday it was her husband, now it's his wife who says I don't make brains!" Then Cloe turned back to Bia.
Bia until it shook. Fortunately Divan prefers not to care and play with his car. The boy laughed occasionally as the car he was playing in rolled around on the floor. It bothered the other side of Cloe's long-sleeping feeling. The part he buried in for hurting as soon as he remembered.
Cloe peeked occasionally, then he got back up and sat on the bed while lowering his legs. Bia was surprised to see Cloe suddenly come down. The woman was still sitting there.
"You raised the child yourself?" ask Cloe. His voice was still as loud as usual.
"Dira didn't say that I was an orphan and didn't have a brother?"
Cloe shook her head. "She said you had a aunt. I thought you were staying by your appointment" replied Cloe.
Bia took a breath. He looked down and looked back at Cloena. "My aunt died after finding out I was pregnant. After that I lived alone, I moved from one motel to another, sometimes staying in a sauna. They do not accept pregnant women before marriage. The Emertowns think women like me only bring shit" Bia replied.
Cloe's eyeballs glanced to the side as it gasped with Bia's answer. After that he looked back at Bia with a stiff view as usual. "If you lose that kid, people won't know, will they? Why so naive?"
"Because I'm a mother. I don't know the feelings of another mother throwing away her child, but I just know that I would rather lose the world than my son. I don't have a family. I lost my family. However, I have her, she's my family" Bia said, wiping Divan's hair.
While Divan himself only glanced at Bia and then played again. He did not want to take a headache with the chatter of these mothers.
"Where do you have that kind of power?" ask Cloena. Her eyes glazed over Bia's statement.
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