Father of My Son
This Year I Have a Family
"Divan, wake. Yuk, get up first" Bia asked. He rubbed Divan's hair. Dira did not want to raise his hand, he kissed many times Divan's cheeks until his son was moving because of amused.
"Crawler! Wake quickly! There's fireworks, you know!" exclaim Dira. He anxiously pinched the gnarled cheek of his son's chubby.
"Dak! Dak want to be deceived," scolded Divan while still closing his eyes. Both of his parents did not give up. Dira grabs Divan's body and holds it in his lap.
Divan rubbed his eyes. He opened his eyes, saw Bia in front of him and then drooped to the left while closing his eyes. Dira and Bia laughingly watched her son's attempt to stay asleep.
"Divan, there's Emelie's sister, you know. Far away from out of town for Divan," said Bia.
Divan moves his hand. "In the contents of the stale sipiden klim up de walaten sopot," Divan sang his version of Itsy Bitsy Spider while moving the palm mimicking the movement of the spider. Only his eyes remained closed.
"Well, this kid is singing" Dira protested.
Bia chuckles. "Yes how else. His father is a singer. He must be happy singing. Try if his father's a boxer" explained Bia.
Dira laughs. "It's been her people tonjokin while chanting" he chanted.
Knowing it would be free to wake Divan in the room, Dira was forced to carry Divan to the living room. Divan's head rests on Dira's shoulder. His hands were still moving mimicking the movements of the spiders.
"Happy birthday Divan .. Happy birthday Divan .... Long life is always. The happy birthday Divan." Everyone there sang birthday songs. Divan was shocked and immediately woke up. He glanced around the room where people were already wearing distinctive cone hats for birthday events.
As soon as he realized what was happening, Divan just laughed. "Yeay, Divan's back again!" yells. He was moving to be lowered. As soon as he saw the many gifts near the birthday cake that was taller than him, Divan immediately ran towards the gifts and drowned himself there.
"Banak na gift! Divan's happy! Divan's rich!" he cried again while holding his cheek and moving funny to the right and left. Seeing his behavior, everyone there laughed happily. Divan came out of the gifts. He saw a candle on the cake that had not yet been lit.
"There's no fire. Where the hell are you!" Divan looked to the left right side to the back of his body. "Whole up where the collection is!" yells.
Dira grabbed Divan quickly. "Change clothes first same wash your face. After that just blow out the candle," suggested Dira. Divan nodded.
After a long wait for the artist of this event, finally the party can begin. Divan wore pororo clothes that he had long dreamed of. The shirt was costume-shaped so that from a distance Divan looks like a cartoon penguin.
After singing a candle-blown song, Divan immediately blew a triple-numbered candle on the cake. Honey, trying as much as possible has not been fruitful. The candle didn't die at all.
Unable to be laughed at, Divan glanced at his papa. "Don't laugh too hard. Help, donk. This is hard!" his protest. Dira nodded his head while holding back a laugh. After counting to three, Divan finally blew out the birthday candle helped Dira.
"Divan what's his wish for this year?" tanya Sayu while taking a video recamab.
Exactly at 12pm where the Emertown sky is decorated with fireworks, Divan is 1 year old. "Divan wants to get rich, money, transparent, luxurious life," his absence makes everyone laugh again.
"He knew all the definitions of the son of the sultan indeed," Dustin commented.
"That's what taught him all the papa," said Bia.
"Well, Dira is indeed a clue to the path of heresy!" dustin Ledek. Obviously the eighteen-year-old man got a plastic plate throw from his second brother.
Divan's eyes widened to see the fireworks in the backyard. He kept shouting happily in Dira's lap. Everyone was busy celebrating with a baberque party.
Laughter and jokes adorn the backyard. Bia looked towards the chair on the terrace. He seemed to see the shadow of Grandma Benedith there while smiling to see her family fully gathered.
Bia rubbed his arm. His eyes moved towards Divan and Dira who were lighting fireworks. Divan's laughter looks so crisp. It feels like just last year, Bia celebrated Divan's birthday in just three with Mrs. Carol.
"Bi, let's eat first," asked Mrs. Carol pats Bia's arm. The woman simply nodded and was still standing there watching her husband and little son.
Bia took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He still remembered the green curtains, the lights of the delivery room as well as the doctor and nurse dressed in blue.
He remembered his tears, loneliness, pain and longing for the night. The fear that turned into courage as soon as the sound of the baby broke the silence of the room. A tiny baby whose legs and hands are twitching around looking for Bia.
The baby can now stand on his own feet. He can hold the fireworks and move them. The baby who once just let out a cry and began to learn to call the word 'father' while staring blankly at the window without any reply from the person he called. Now ...
"Fuck!" Each Divan called that name. There must have been a Dira voice replying to him, "Yes, my hero!"
Bia will no longer hold on to the hospital bed to seek strength. Because now, every time he's scared and sick. "Look for a meal first," Dira invited while leading Bia to the dining table in the middle of the yard. Dira's hand will always hold her hand ...
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