Father of My Son
The Heart of a Mother
"I'm shocked, Pah. If someone turns on the washing machine how? The washing machine was filled automatically," confided Bia with a pale face and trembling hands. Diandre was playing with Divan on the carpet while Dira and Bia were sitting on the same sofa. Divan's room was again cluttered by the two children.
Dira rubbed Bia's back. "It was just for a moment. I picked up the phone from the expedition that sent Diandre's toy. Very hard until the knees are limp." Bia's voice to the point of shaking from shock. Thank goodness Divan found Diandre. Otherwise, I don't know what's going to happen to that kid in the washing machine. Especially if there is water.
"If you remember Diandre how many times I've been like this. Time quietly entered the car until it swamp to the office as well, continue to enter the closet. He likes to hide" thought Dira.
Bia shaking. He was still trying to lower his fear. He looked at Diandre once in a while. Another with Divan, Diandre is much more make-believe. "What because Divan used to be titip ya so I kind of often kekerelongan Diandre. Because it's not that ordinary."
"Maybe because usually the age of Divan so you work and Diandre is also active. He's more in motion than Divan," guessed Dira. Bia wiped her tears.
Divan glanced towards Bia. He could see his mother's frightened face and it made Divan feel sorry. "Diande, you pity it" he said. Diandre did not react at all. The boy chattered in a voice that could not be translated.
"Yes, now Diandre is safe. Maybe next time tell the same nanny to not escape the attention of Diandre. You too, if you want to go everywhere make sure Diandre tipped to a safe person," advised Dira.
"Yes, Pah. I'm really kapok, deh. Know that I just take Diandre everywhere," said Bia.
Dira chuckles. "Yes, when you want BAB continue Diandre also brought. Cassian she is," she joked. Divan listened and laughed. Bia who was sad joined in laughing despite being beheaded.
Before long Bia remembered what Dira said last night. "Where are the trainees?" ask Bia curious.
They also often share stories about each other's activities including work. There is privacy, but not all. Especially if it needs to be communicated with a partner, it should be discussed.
"Well, they're as talented as I want them to be. There is even a talent acting the same face like Cloe," Dira story chuckles.
Bia's face immediately looked flat. "The smell of a sharp bend" he commented with a scary face. He glared at Dira.
Seeing the anger implied on his wife's face as soon as Dira issued an explanation. "Nothing, where there is! Duh, just keep playing suspicious. He was still only a sixteen-year-old child. I also have no intention of being a sugar dady soap opera on tv," protested Dira.
She pointed at her husband's face. "Be careful if the macems know the consequences themselves. In Emertown there is a grave hole already peaceful Dira Kenan," threatened Bia.
"Bad you, mah. I told you I cheated so I know how it feels. Don't want to repeat again, later our household is not finished, you know!" jest.
"Divan's not kasian, either" protested Divan.
Bia and Dira laughed. "Sister's love, make the building destroyed again Diandre," they said simultaneously.
Seeing Bia's face, Dira remembered something. "Eh, I used to think the doppelganger was just a hoax, but I saw it myself. Some look like Cloe and some look like you, you know!"
Bia winked. "Where is there? This face is limited edition, there is a copy," protested Bia.
Dira chuckles. "Really, mah. I was shocked too. Similar, you know. Not too much either. Not twins, but there are similar ones. Did you get your hands on it, huh?" chirps.
It was so emotional to hear her husband's guess. He immediately attacked Dira. "Just boy. You're nemu's result. Your attitude is different with Brother Daren and Dustin. Where's the bad guy himself!"
"It's been uh ... sick," protested Dira. His hair was ruffled by his wife. Dira shook his head and the hair went back to how it was.
Seeing that Bia felt envious. "You're like a girl! Not the skin, not the face all smooth like watermelon skin," he commented.
Dira squinted. "Joe, donk!"
Diandre came near his mother. He gave a cube block. "Nyam .. nyam," she asked, pointing at her mouth.
"No, your son told you to eat a wooden cube!" ledek Dira's.
Diandre's down again. He took the cars and gave them to Dira. "Nyam .. nyam," said Diandre again.
Divan laughed happily at the stiff faces of his parents. "The father was told to eat the car. Kasian!" ledek Divan while dancing. Hips wiggling. So upset Dira to hit Divan's butt slowly, but the boy continues to do it to mocked Dira.
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