Father of My Son
Wife = friends
Looks like Dira's shot was on target. Two months preparing a clothing brand made by Kenan Manufacture. The kid's clothes sold well on the market after its first launch. Autumn special clothes that Divan markets through videos of his activities. Autumn is still coming next month.
The name Divan became a trending topic to make many parents make the name as an option to give the name of his son. Problems began to arise when many agencies offered Divan as an advertising model. Of course as parents Dira refused. He just channeled his son's talent because all the videos were only recorded with Divan's own wishes.
The Dira family is in the media spotlight again. Many were curious to ask the family to open their own YT channel. Even the way Bia dialogues with Divan suggested netizens to create a special channel of parenting to imitate young mothers.
Unfortunately Dira is still confused how he launched his clothing brand officially to go public. The brand was just launched through the official website and social media Dira.
"What's that?" tanya Bia looked at the email that was being noticed Dira.
"Offers fill talk shows. They want an interview in person" Dira replied.
"You refuse?" ask Bia curious.
Dira nodded. "Well how else? The show at Heren and Diandre can't be taken there. Besides, I told you yesterday I couldn't go back to that world, right?"
Bia nodded. She appreciated her husband's decision. Dira is busy with new business to advance his grandfather's factory. If he is determined, he cannot be stopped.
Bia walked to the couch. There he sat with his back. Dira returned to work on the planning documents. On a whim, Bia typed Dira's name in a web search. He was surprised by the many news that mentioned Dira's songs entered in many music charts even occupied the position of one.
Bia took a breath. Dira will soon be celebrating her debut day. For almost a year he was vacuumed from a world where his ideals existed. Although he said he refused not to return, his soul was music. From there he felt happy.
Bia get off the couch. He walked into Dira's work room which was empty because his belongings were moved there. Only one was left, a guitar tucked away in his bag.
Bia took the guitar. He convinced himself. "I used to support your ideals. Now it's the same, too" he said. Bia took the guitar to the room. Dira's still typing on the laptop. He did not realize Bia came while carrying a guitar.
"Dir, sing me a romantic song, donk. I miss the courtship time first," pinta Bia.
Dira turned to him. The man was surprised to see Bia already carrying a guitar in his hand. "Kids are sleeping. Later hear a noise, they wake up," Dira refused.
Getting such coercion inevitably Dira complies as well. He wants to make his wife happy. He took the guitar from Bia's hand and the two walked towards the backyard. They sat on the terrace stairs next to each other.
Dira tuned his guitar. He tried to find the right tone in each of the historic guitar strings that accompanied him from the time of the audition to become a popular artist. The guitar rested for months, as long as Dira buried his dreams in the past.
Until Dira was sure he was satisfied with the tone produced by the guitar, Dira began to play the intro of the song. His fingers are still so agile picking guitars. He took a breath, trying to sing his verse. However, his voice was stifled. He stopped, looked down for a moment and tried to start from the intro unfortunately when he started singing again, Dira fell silent again.
"Why?" ask Bia astonished. Dira shakes. He kept his guitar on the terrace floor. "Cock stop? It was good!"
"Can't, Bi. There is no feeling," said Dira while rubbing his face with the palm of his hand.
"Aren't there feelings for me? Is that?" sindir Bia while shaking her waist and turning her back to Dira.
Dira shakes. "Not that, Bi. There is no feeling of singing. Not just singing songs for you, singing Barney songs also do not know why my voice does not come out. Like being restrained and not being able to," he explained.
Bia understands what's going on with Dira now. He was numb from having stopped for a long time. More than that, he feels his desire has made his life a mess, separating with family, children and love. Disappointment that finally makes him bury what he likes.
Bia embraces Dira's arm. He patted the arm softly. He looked at Dira with a smile on his lips. "You want to know a story?" ask Bia.
Dira nodded. This time he tried to reopen his memory. "One day there was a little boy who loved to dance. He always loved to dance to wherever he often carried a small radio. Until the radio breaks. He asked for a new radio from his parents. Honey, her parents refused."
Dira laughs. "I know who that kid is. He often had a small radio around his neck. Drabia Azura Louis, "dira timpal.
"I want to continue the story! Shutup!" firmly Bia. Just taking a breath to continue the story, Divan suddenly sounded calling while yawning.
"Well, Diandre is up. Wet bajuna," said Divan.
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