Father of My Son
Dear Papah
Dira's hand was brought to the attention of Divan and Diandre that morning. The eyes of both of them could not see their father getting into the car and shortly left the side of the terrace. Diandre immediately cried a hiccup while holding his mother's shoulder in a sling. Divan was still silent, occasionally looking at the gate and then looking at his mother.
"Papa," call Diandre down. Its content makes the heart that hears feel slashed. Bia cuddled her son while showing Diandre's favorite toy, but the boy was still crying.
Divan's age is now four years and six months. He will soon be going to school. While Diandre was one year old, now he is happy to make a mess of the house and more attached to his mother and father. Therefore, when Dira had left home to go to America for two weeks, Diandre cried until his hand beat Bia.
"Diande, don't cry, be ashamed to know! Look at the granny, tuh!" divan commented while rubbing her sister's back.
"Thank you Divan's brother already wants to calm Diandre down. Maybe Divan's sister has another way?" asked Bia while slightly looking down so that Divan could be on par with Diandre.
Divan rubbed his sister. "Diande playing with brother, yuk! Play the beam throw," advises Divan. The boy knew that only Diandre's toys could be thrown and damaged because they were made of stronger materials. While the toys themselves he takes good care of.
"Sister Divan wants to throw too?" ask Bia again. Divan. "Divan's been four years, mama. Take care of the toys now. Diandre is still one year old, doesn't know the responsibility yet" Divan replied.
Hearing her brother speak, Diandre stopped crying. Just the rest of the hiccups. His red and wet eyes looked at Divan softly while extending a hand.
"Well, Diandre seems to want to play with sister." Bia lowered Diandre to the floor. Divan nodded. He held Diandre's hand and led him into the room. They started sleeping in the same room. Only Bia adjusts the size of the table where Divan toys so that only Divan can reach it, while Diandre does not.
Bia followed her two sons. The routine of this young mother in Heren is still limited to caring for children. Bia had applied for college, until finally choosing to withdraw due to not mood. His student soul was lost after his motherly soul began to mourn.
Sometimes Bia often went to the salon while carrying her two sons even though they had to be followed by bodyguards. Divan's vlog is getting crowded and even several times the child can be invited to television. While D-zone is getting wider marketing to reach America.
"Son's getting delivered to his talk show tomorrow, huh?" ask Bia.
With confidence Divan nodded. Divan rarely appears on television because it only follows the schedule of Dira holidays. It's just that one event, Dira had received before she knew there was a business meeting in New York.
"Dian, look at this!" designate Divan to build towers up to ten levels with cubes. Only Diandre's soul made the baby instantly destroy him. Divan did not feel upset, he instead laughed happily because of the anxiety of seeing Diandre who fell down just because he could not wait to destroy his artificial tower.
The game of two brothers and sisters who have different social souls stages is only limited, Divan build and Diandre destroy.
"Mah!" call Divan give me a toy car. "Why is this in Diandre's toy?" bia asked confused by her soft voice.
Divan. "Divan forgot to save it, so Diandre took it. Be careful, "due," he said.
Divan giggled. "Diande's funny!" he yelled while pinching Diandre's cheek.
The afternoon began to come. Diandre was sleepy and he took a nap in Divan's arms. Bia looked at her two sons calmly and then she cleaned up Diandre's toy. Bia never asked Divan to clean up Diandre's toys unless she played along. The reason being, Divan must also have his own authority. He must begin to understand if there are things that are his responsibility and there are things that are not. He should not take the responsibility of others, if so later he easily lost the association.
Finished cleaning Diandre's toy, Bia went downstairs. He's going to have lunch. Having to watch her two sons eat, Bia sometimes has to eat if there is free time like this.
"Mrs, an invitation from Mr. Matteo." A waiter showed Bia an invitation. With a glowing face, Bia opened it.
"She's finally married to Cynthia, too" Bia said happily as she opened the invitation to see the exact date.
After eating, Bia returned to the room. He wanted to check on his son. Fearful Diandre wakes up and annoys Divan. Slowly Bia opened the door for fear of sounding and disturbing.
The woman was shocked, hearing a hiccup inside there. Divan was sitting at her study table holding a tablet in hand. He cried until he heard the sound of sobbing many times.
"Father," he called her soft. Every now and then her tiny hands wiped the tears that came out. Bia took a deep breath. He approached Divan slowly and hugged her from behind.
Divan is shocked to learn her mother is there. He was crying after Bia left so Bia wouldn't know. Honey, my feelings can't be lied to.
"Later to reach America, papah must be Divan's video call. Papah is also sad, papah must be there too kangen. Here if Divan cries, there is a mother who is stinging. There if papah cries because Divan cries, who hugs papah, huh?"
Divan wiped her tears. "Divan can't cry?" tanyakanya.
Bia shaking. "It's okay. Crying can, really. That means Divan feels sad and miss the same papah. Divan dear papah so do not want papah go. Just crying for a long time can make puffy eyes and papah when the video call must have seen," explained Bia.
Divan nodded. "Yes, Divan has been crying for a long time. Now stop, okay?" ask Divan.
Bia nodded. Divan drowned her face in Bia's arms. "Will you come home, right?" ask Divan. Bia replied with a nod.
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