Father of My Son
There's Grandpa and Grandma
Divan blew soap bubbles. Before long he ran and whined at Bia by arranging the glass. "Divan hurts his cheek, mah," he lamented.
Bia rubbed Divan's cheek gently. "Before it hurts, what did Divan do?" ask Bia. He didn't say what his son was doing wrong. It is better to invite him to a discussion so that he can judge his own mistakes.
"Divan inflatable bubble. Long time," he answered.
"Try blowing again, will it hurt?"
"Yes. Be ill. The bubble blow seems to hurt again, huh?" divan asked trying to figure out her own mistake.
"What about Divan? Do you still want to blow soap bubbles?" ask Bia. Divan. "May you give me advice, right? Try later Divan inflatable bubble rest first until cheek Divan no longer hurt. Want to try?"
For a moment the boy thought until he finally nodded. "Here, pop the Divan bubble, huh? Don't give papah. I love to wash everything" he asked. Bia nodded while holding back a laugh.
After that Divan ran towards the box where his sister was sleeping. He already knew the consequences of getting used to if touching Diandre had to wash his hands first. Eventually Divan ran to the bathroom near the living room and washed his hands there.
"Divan! There's grandparents!" call Dira from the porch. Both of Dira's parents came to visit after a long time unable to get to Emertown due to Ernesto's health condition.
Divan runs towards the source of the sound. Seeing his grandparents there, Divan immediately jumped up and down while humming happily. Ernesto and Maria managed to laugh at the child.
"Grandpa. Here Divan has a baby sister, youh!" he shouted while pulling Ernesto's hand towards the central room. He showed me the baby box where Diandre was sleeping.
"Look, baby sister Divan! But more handsome Divan, huh?" point at. Ernesto nodded.
Maria hugged Divan tightly with anxiety. "Yes, Grandma's granddaughter is all handsome. Divan is more handsome because it is more mature," commented Maria.
Divan winks his eyes. "She's Diandre's sister, will you? Don't forget to wear hentenitijel first," he suggested.
He carried a handsanitizer on the nightstand with Diandre's crate and sprayed it on his grandparents' hands.
"Grandfather was so proud. His grandchildren are diligent and clever" Ernesto commented.
Divan forms a seven lift with a thumb and forefinger and then she sticks it under the chin. "Divan if dak lajin, dak pintel later gantengnya cecil," he explained.
Dira ruffled Divan's hair because of anxiety about his son's behavior. Maria Lekas carrying Diandre. The baby seemed to move slowly as soon as it felt someone touch it.
"Well, Diande can't do anything yet. Not yet a Divan kayak pintle," comments Divan.
"Well, you've been three years. Diandre hasn't even had a birthday yet. Must be smarter than my sister. If not smarter, then his sister will not admit Divan to be his brother," protested Dira.
"Just wild! You are dear to the pastor's mother, dear papah mamah," replied Dira did not want to lose.
Divan turned his face. "Fuck my. The silicone!" Divan won't lose.
Maria hits Dira to stop him from fighting with Divan. "You're not the same Dustin, not the same Divan, fight!"
"Where's he? Why can't Papah see Bia, Dira?" ask Ernesto.
Divan glanced around him. "Wait on! Divan cali's wearing a sapetelite!" he then ran to the kitchen.
"Satellites!" errata Dira.
The smell of burnt beef caught his attention. He was sure, it was Bia because only her mother cooked for him. Therefore, Divan can already guess if Bia is in the kitchen.
"Mamah Bia! There's Grandpa's same Granny Cuckoo!" Divan pulls Bia's arm and tries to take her.
Bia resisted Divan's pull. He gives a spatula to the waiter and follows Divan. The boy looks impatient. He was most happy to meet his grandparents. In addition to rarely meeting, the two Dira's parents spoil Divan the most.
In the living room, Maria was chattering with laughter looking at Diandre's often smiling expression. Maria kissed the cheek of her third grandchild.
"Your father came why not say the same Bia. Maybe Bia can cook more during the day," Bia said. He greeted his father-in-law and sat on the sofa opposite Ernesto and Maria.
Dira sat down beside Bia. Another with Divan who climbed onto Ernesto's lap. "Diandre's just there with grandma, Divan's got a grandpa!" divan sewot.
Maria laughed. "This is her brother's jealous, huh?"
"Not really! Why gembulu. All must be more dear Divan," said Divan. Bia understands his age is not wanting to budge with others, showing if indeed he is a child with interpersonal intelligence, where more confident and courageous also more familiar with others. On the one hand, Divans are more difficult to obey and often show their authority.
Laughter envelops each Divan saying funny sentences. One thing Bia is grateful for, Divan never hurt her sister. "Hit Diande's just a weak boy. Divan dak is weak! Strong!" said.
Ernesto nodded. "Dira, papah wants to talk to you both." Ernesto cut their chatter. Dira nodded.
Another with Divan who even looks upset. "Grandfather if you give papah money, Divan will," he protested.
"Yes, Divan here keep grandma as mamah. Grandpa wants to talk to you about work. Divan's not working, is he?"
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