Father of My Son
We Have Been Weird From the Beginning
Bia had to drive home and go to the hospital. Where there Dira is amazing. Although upset, seeing Dira limp makes Bia unbearable. Dira is also not spoiled like a child. This is a strange attitude. She wants to feed Bia, but her food must be determined.
When he entered the lab, Dira again glazed over his eyes because he saw Bia's sneaker strap open and wanted to flip it over. Not to say, Dira also cry first just stated his point.
Now they arrive home. Instead of limp, Dira instead forced to lead Bia like guiding grandmothers. Sweetly, Dira also prepares Bia sandals and keeps her coat.
"Now don't drown anymore?" reproof Bia. Dira shook his head, he immediately leaned his head on Bia's shoulder. "If dyingetin directly so again. This pain really hurts does it need attention?" reproof Bia.
Both went into the house. Mrs. Carol is watching a Korean drama with Divan. Bia until pat jidat. "Mom, Divan was let see that?" ask Bia.
Mrs. Carol shakes. "So don't watch. He played with Pororo. New coming. No weird scenes, really. I know what the adult scene is. If there is a direct I turn it off," explained Mrs. Carol.
"Oh yes, Mom. Sorry, yes. I think Divan watched it from earlier. As long as it is still cold it may still be safe" Bia said.
Dira sat next to Divan while taking a pop corn from the minion container that Divan was holding. "Mr Dira why? Nothing serious, right?"
"Sir, Mum. The doctor is also strange. The lab results of the stomach, digestive tract are all good. Blood, heart, other tests are also good. Dira was just told to rest as stress management." Bia rubbed her husband's hair.
"Isn't it, sick?" ask Divan. Dira nodded while looking at his son. "Deceit, the punishment .. papah the son of sin!" knock the kid. Dira until anxious and pinched cheek Divan. Divan screaming in pain.
"Enough! Papah tegana with Divan! Wicked! I don't like it!" nagel Divan while ruffled waist.
Dira sticking out his tongue. "You're getting bigger and more soap operas!" ledek Dira's.
Divan turned his face. His eyes were staring at the television. "Cie .. Papah's son is really angry," teased Dira while poking Divan's cheek.
"Stop! Divan wants to sell mawal!" nagel Divan's.
Bye, Mrs. Carol and Dira laughed. "Sell expensive, Mukidi!" errata Dira.
Divan folds his hands in front of his chest. "Ih, this is Divan not a mukulidi! Divan adiino lavin," he said.
Bia dyed Divan's hair from behind. "Yes, Divan his son is mamah" Bia said.
Dira and Bia shed tears. Funny thing is Divan even to the sniffle of sniffling. The boy stood up and hugged Dira with tears. Funny thing is that Dira is the same. He cried back to Divan's embrace. Instead of pity, Bia even laughed at the behavior of this father and son.
Soon Bia picks up the phone and records a crying Dira and Divan while watching a 1988 replay drama on a big television screen in the living room.
"Divan does understand what a aunt on TV says?" ask Bia.
Divan turned around and saw her mother. "Divan was sad, Divan didn't know TV was talking. Dak. Sad Divan!" confide in the boy who was sad because he did not understand the language of the film he was watching.
Dira wiped away the tears. He's manyun. "Lha, papah thinks you're sad because you heard what the aunt said to her papah." Dira was disappointed.
Divan. "Divan is sad, napa Divan dak ngelti. That said what's the tant, Mah?" ask Divan while crying. Bia holds Divan.
"Yes, it's okay. It's not a children's spectacle. That's why Divan just watched Barney's movie, huh? Divan knows the language, right?" advice Bia. Divan nodded. He carried Divan to his room so he could watch there without disturbing Mrs. Carol.
Dira followed from behind. Arriving at Divan's room, Bia turns on the television and tunes the recording of Barney's show. Divan sat on the sofa, while Dira lay on the bed pororo Divan.
Dira massage head. "Bi, Dira's head hurts. Dizziness," he lamented.
"You're being pinched?" tawar Bia's. Dira nodded. Leaving Divan watching on the sofa, Bia approached Dira and massaged her husband's forehead. Dira put his head in Bia's lap. He looked at his wife's face.
"You're so pretty, anyway. So want to brush the head of a bald person," he chirped.
Bia raised an eyebrow. "You what the fuck, anyway? Initially muji, why even connect the same bald one?" reproof Bia.
Dira shakes. "Don't know, it's like it's soft on the head" Dira said.
Bia rubbed Dira's hair. "You're getting weird, huh. This whole day confused me," protested Bia.
Dira's eyes glazed over. "I don't know why either. The stomach feels wrapped around, the back also hurts and it hurts if you want anything not to be real. So sick!" lamented Dira.
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