Father of My Son
PLJJ
Dira's laughter was heard from the video call connection that night. Bia was alone in her room. Divan and Diandre fell asleep in the next room. Night in Heren is still crowded in the middle of the city, but not in the residential complex where Bia lives.
"Laugh at. No pity on your son? He cried to a hiccup of his own. Exactly you when you were a child, like to cry silently by yourself," protested Bia. He played the chair he was sitting on until there was a knock on the floor with the same tempo.
Dira is also confused as to how to cope with it. Genetics will not lie. Children are not a blank sheet of paper, in fact they carry the potential of each obtained from the genetics of parents. Most of them came down from their mother. That potential must be found and honed to support the future of the child later.
"Tomorrow I'll call from here. After all, before I left, I asked him if I was going. The answer is yes while pretentious to say it is big, will not cry original bought by-by," said Dira. He kind of put his chair back.
The hotel room that Dira occupies has four rooms. From the living room, bathroom, bedroom also workspace. The rooms are quite large and the rent is also expensive. Especially because it is in the heart of the economy of this country.
Bia hasn't closed the curtains to her room. He wants to feel the wind from outside tonight. "So you're actually two weeks there?" bia asked while looking down sad. He is not usually far from Dira after marriage. Usually also if Dira goes out of town he comes along. It's just that since there was Diandre, he had to give up often.
Dira nodded. "Sorry, huh? If Diandre had grown up I would have invited him. I can't bring Divan either. If I work, who's here?" Divan is also not an easy child to feel at home if left without family. He was smart to outsmart the waiter and it made Dira worry if she left him alone.
Bia nodded. He understands Dira's work. I think it's better that he's an artist. It is most busy when you are doing new work. During his time as a businessman, he went out of town more often.
Bia moves the camera towards the bed. "That's not really you. Can't be koprol," chirped Bia. The kontan made her husband laugh.
Dira doesn't want to lose. He highlighted the part of the bedroom that can be seen from the door of the workspace. "It's quiet here too. I can't coprol either" he said.
Bia laughed a little. He took a short breath and moved his lips. "It feels so quiet and so sad. Want to forget to remember too," added Bia.
"I'm sad too, baby. Afraid of you there going out, meeting handsome men continues to whine," he said.
Bia manyun's. "There, you are the same beautiful secretary there or staff mengegegemesin," sewot Bia. He turned his eyes to the other side.
"A lot of beautiful secretaries with gemes staff. And their faces, too," joked Dira.
Bia showed his fist towards the screen. "Review you, if anything. I'd rather take you to the grave than be cheated on!" bia Ancam.
Dira laughs. "Now, yeah. People say, the man must cheat once to know the feeling of being loyal. I've cheated so I'm full" he said.
Bia let out a sound from her mouth. "Oh, you are the reason! That you haven't continued, really do not shadow the face of the secretary is beautiful with the staff gemes it, right?" bia's nagging is still not satisfied.
Dira shakes. "Handering. They also want to be with me. Not good, already have two children. Later his legacy must be shared with stepchildren," chirped Dira makes Bia immediately laugh.
Dira nodded. "What's busy, anyway?"
Bia is confused too. Lately there have been strange things done Cynthia, Matteo and Kalvis. They usually fuss in group chat. So Bia, Dira, Matteo and Kalvis have their own group chat. It doesn't need to be explained. Just an obscure chatter so life doesn't feel bland.
Matteo has been taking care of the schedule of youtube updates Dira, video editing to receive work in the field of artistry. He was often busy like Dira. Usually busy whatever, he still had time to send funny chat in the group. Lately never even.
"Maybe he's thinking about what content to Divan later," guessed Bia.
Dira shakes. "I told him not to think about it. Divan's more creative than he is. Just follow where Divan wants to go, right?" dira's Suggestion.
Bia nodded. "Yes, maybe you want a new atmosphere. Tomorrow I take Divan to a talk show too, huh? You watch the streaming from there, right?" ask Bia.
Dira nodded. "If she cries tomorrow, please just hug her. Cancel show. Don't maksa. Better compensation than make our child psychically hurt," advised Dira.
"Yes, the child is a part of life. Money is just a need. Needs can be replaced, but life is lost .. it's as good as dying" Bia said.
"Yes, you sleep there. It's night. Sick later. I'm coming home from here, I'm sure I want to rub you. If you are sick, how can you."
"What the hell! Where can! You if you go home must be monopolized by children. Until they sleep where it will be removed. Once removed you must be tired."
Dira stands up from the desk in her hotel room. He walked to the balcony and showed a view of Manhattan from there. "Good, huh? Cooler than Heren," point Dira.
Bia nodded. "Take a round there look at it," pinta Dira.
Bia stood up from the chair. He walked up to the bed and lay down while covering half his body with a blanket. In his hand, the phone is still on and visible from the beautiful lights of the big city in New York state, precisely in the county of Manhattan.
"I don't want to see the lights. I want to see you can, right?" bia Pinta. Dira's camera turned towards him. New York and Livetown are the same. It's just that if New York just entered at night, Heren entered midnight.
"Sleep, I see it from here" said Dira.
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Nulis this part, why not make me not willing to namatin huh? 😭😭🤧 Tamatin don't do it anyway? Baffled. Until February is okay? Waiting for you guys, bosen? What the hell, huh? Baffled. 🙂🙂 I'm afraid of being blasphemed. I'm as meek as cotton gets formalin.