Father of My Son
The Heart of Drabia
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"This is, if you have a handsome husband to improve the offspring. Have a rich husband to improve his appearance. The proof is Bia, her husband is handsome plus rich. His son is glowing, his buluk face is glowing too" Melvi commented.
He was only able to visit Bia after working in a bakery for too long because the new employee resigned. She said she was getting married and wanted to focus on preparing for the wedding.
"Jared is also handsome. Who knows can fix the offspring," commented Bia. Melvi chuckles. Fizzy cheeks. Melvi's hand gently rubbed Diandre's cheek in her sling. "When do you plan to get Jared married?" ask Bia.
Melvie thought for a moment. "You know I have to take care of my mom. Jared doesn't matter if my mom stays with us. It's just that saving for the wedding costs is quite difficult," he said.
Bia knows how Melvi's economy is. Almost his entire salary was exhausted for his mother's daily needs and hospital expenses. He is a very devoted child. Since long ago he avoided men because he knew he could not spare money for the cost of marriage.
Bia patted Melvi's shoulder gently. "I have money stash. You can use it. It was for Divan school. Just because there's Dira to bear, I don't think I need it."
Melvi stunned. His eyes looked straight at Bia with a face filled with admiration. Not long Melvi shook her head. "I'm not good for your husband. If he won't let you get in trouble."
"You don't seem to know Dira. He's a good man. If I told you, I'm sure he'd help you instead. If Jared doesn't mind your mother, I'll support you getting married. Don't let your relationship drag on. Haven't you been dating for months?"
Melvi nodded. Maybe he should take Bia's help. "I'll return it in a way that's nagging."
Bia shaking. "Come on, I'm your best friend, right? If you think so, it's best not to return it."
Melvi nodded though she still felt embarrassed for receiving Bia's kindness. He soon remembered not asking one thing. "How's your husband doing? I haven't seen him."
Bia leaned her shoulders on the sofa. "I think he's good because he's good physically. He always worked hard and took care of the children. It's just that, Dira is always stuck with the same situation," said Bia.
Melvi frowned. The room at that time was not quiet enough because there was a sound of colliding blocks of Divan toys. The boy said he was building a train station. All the beams he strung into rails as well as tunnels according to his imagination.
Bia manyun's. Why is he always synonymous with infidelity? "Not that, I know he loves me and the kids. It always made him feel guilty. Especially about letting me with Divan live alone. It tormented her mind and I only realized now that things were too hard for her."
"Difficult how? She's complaining?" guess Melvi again.
Bia shaking. "I'd be grateful if he complained. It's just that he never was. He hides his own troubles. It was often so. Maybe he wasn't aware, but I always knew. And all that torments me, Melvi."
"What would an example look like?"
Bia. She looked at the wedding photos of Dira and herself. "He's tired of working till night sometimes. When he came home, he never woke me up. Sometimes I find him staying up to look after Diandre and Divan. I know he must be tired, but never said he was tired. I'm afraid he's sick" explained Bia.
The most obvious part for Bia is the overnight issue. Dira even looks hesitant strumming guitar and singing. Bia just realized, Dira never played music again. The piano in his office was almost dusty, as was the acoustic guitar he used to play. If Divan sings, usually Dira often accompanies. Now, her husband just laughed while looking at Divan.
"He lost his soul. I know Dira and music are inseparable. Since childhood, she has enjoyed singing and playing music. I'm sad, Melvi. For removing that part because of his guilt for me. Even during my pregnancy, she had a sympathetic pregnancy until I gave birth. The symptoms should have disappeared by the age of the fourth pregnancy, but he continued to experience it. I'm confused how to remove the difficulty."
Bia unconsciously glazed over. A wife is not only hurt by the presence of another woman. The pain can be present when she no longer feels like a sharing friend of her husband. Bia is sick because she knows Dira is sad and the man is more happy to hide the problem from her.
"Try you to talk to him alone. From heart to heart" Melvi advised.
Bia nodded. He'll try that way. The mind is more open when they are alone. It's just time to be able to do it. There is Diandredan Divan who always takes their attention.
"I know, he always has. He always tries to make others happy. He doesn't want to disappoint anyone. He just buried his desire. He told me once that he was selfish and went after his wish, he lost me and Divan. It traumatized her."
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