Father of My Son
A Simple Birthday

Bia did not expect much when to the obstetrician because the test pack still shows a faint second line. The doctor also asked him to come back next month. Moreover, the symptoms of early pregnancy have not been seen, only late to come twice a month. The second one could come next week.

"If you know there is a test pack, we must have known from the beginning that Divan existed" said Dira when they went down at the supermarket. It was a large supermarket that sold household-use specialty items.

"There will be no twists and turns of Bia-Dira then" said Bia.

Their arrival there while holding hands attracted the attention of the public. Many take photos secretly to make internet posts.

Today they are secretly buying birthday necessities. They can't invite a lot of people. The case of Cloena makes Dira again pursued by the mass media.

"Buy this balloon?" ask Dira while showing the balloon various colors.

"Just blue everything. Dear pink, she does not like it" replied Bia.

Dira scratching jidat. "Yes, yesterday he was a pink umbrella toy" he thought.

From balloons, goodie bags, hats to invitation cards they buy. Only children from nearby neighborhoods were invited. Probably about twenty children under, the same age and over the age of Divan.

"What did we buy for him? Lots of toys, clothes too. Even more unused," thought Bia. He very hard thinks gift problem. Even the gift of the Dira brothers was expensive and it made Bia inferior.

"He said yesterday to buy a real plane." Dira said it while looking at the hats on the shelf.

Bia glanced at her husband. Over time Dira increasingly do not just connect if invited biacara. "I'm serious, loh. Where can we buy a plane? Where's the money from?" ask Bia.

This time Dira looked back at Bia. She laughs. "Sell the house, the car, and all the land. We stay on the plane" he suggested.

Hearing that feels emotional. She was confused and her husband could not be discussed. "Dira, I'm serious. I haven't bought anything for Divan. The first year I bought him cutlery, the second year bought him blocks, now buy what?" tanyakanya.

"Gini, try to change your mindset. Yesterday you bought him a gift because he needed it. Now you think he's overrated. That's what confuses you. Open your eyes well, our child is not all excessive needs. Is the toy the way he needs it? Because his grandfather used to send toys, we never again check if it fits, right? Then clothes. Expensive not necessarily make him comfortable," advised Dira.

Bia lowered her gaze. It is true what her husband said. At the age of three, Divan must often be trained fine motor. "I check first, is it safe for him to play kinetic sand. It seems like it fits," thought Bia.

Lekas Bia check the safety of the sand on the internet. Before long he found many other options that turned out Divan did not have. "Plastic edits, crayons, colored pencils, fairy tale books, they're all non-existent" she said.

Dira rubbed his wife's hair. "Tuh, right! I said what too. He needs a lot. It's just that doesn't need to be plentiful, so that needs to be invisible."

Bia nodded. They deliberately went for a walk first looking for a gift for Divan. Yesterday because they often leave it they accidentally promise to buy a gift that accumulates. Finally, the back of the Dira car is filled with Divan gifts all.

At nine o'clock in the evening, they arrived home after being convinced by Mrs. Carol gave the message that Divan was asleep. Slowly they walked so as not to make noise - the most unclear part because the house was too big so Divan certainly did not hear the sound of their steps.

Some waiters help blow balloons using special tools and install them in every corner of the room up to the roof. Bia did not want to lose, he helped install other birthday decorations such as pororo dolls from styrofoam including ornaments of plants and plastic trees.

There was a knock on the door. Cousin Dira finally came to visit. Tonight is new year's night, so they celebrate two events at once.

"Is it possible that people will come? The average person must be celebrating the new year's night even outside the city," asked Sayu while helping Bia compile food in the living room.

"Makanya Divan's birthday reception is celebrated on the second day. Now we're the only ones celebrating. She's from there ..." Bia's sentence was cut because again the waiter came calling to the kitchen.

"Madam, there is a Master and a Madam with Mr. Daren and his family" said his servant.

Bia stunned. She thought her in-laws would not come to Emertown for Divan's birthday. Bia rushed into the living room and found her husband's extended family there.

Emelie came down from her father's lap. It was seen that the long-haired beautiful girl had just woken up after a long journey.

"Hi, Em! What a beautiful news," said Bia while rubbing her nephew's hair.

"Divan's birthday huh, Auntie?" emelie asked as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. Bia nodded. "Which body? Emelie wants a gift, you know!" He turned and took the gift from his mother's hand which was still inside the paper bag.

"Divan's still asleep. Eleven o'clock at night Aunt woke up," replied Bia. He led Emelie to sit on the sofa.

"Mama, Papah and the brothers must be tired. Just rest in the room. Let Bia call you when it's ready."

Sora patted Bia's shoulder. "Rest later when it's done. Now let sister help you," Sora bargained.

While others are preparing a surprise for Divan, instead Dira is busy with other activities. He fought with Dustin, his brother until he kicked each other.

"Dira! Dustin!" call Daren to stop the two sisters from making noise.

"He's first, tuh!" dustin protests while punching Dira's arm. Not to be outdone, Dira kicked his ass. "Tuh, right! Mah, Dira's a real nuisance!"

"He is, Mah. From earlier caught again chatting with women. Where are two more!" dira Fighting.

Dustin showed his fists to Dira, but Dira immediately responded by sticking out his tongue. "If the new practice is gini, nih. Sok kecakean. All the girls are fetched!" ledek Dira's.

"Mamma! Dira, ow!" dustin protested while stepping on Dira's instep until her brother was in pain. He laughed contentedly.

The irritated Daren instantly pulled the ears of his two younger siblings. He dragged them before Mary. "I'm sorry to you, Mom! Just make a fuss!" namel Daren.

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There's no record. Just tell me. It turned out to be Saturday and night, a sacred night for the jomlo.