Father of My Son
Old Friend
All sorts of actors and players here survive only a small episode. The rest is just for greget. 🤣🤧
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"Yes, honey? I'm sorry, you know. This is no longer cheating. Working in papah office. Just ask Kak Daren," Dira's permission who can't pick Divan up from school today. Usually Dira often takes the shuttle Divan even though it is busy. Fortunately the office has its own, if you have people fired.
Bia nodded. He carried Diandre and took him with a driver to the Kindergarten Divan school. Bia does not want to leave Diandre to the nanny anymore except for the business of taking a shower and going to the toilet. He was shocked by what happened a few days ago.
"I happen to have never been to Divan's school either, anyway," he said himself while in the car.
"Ngang-ngeng," said Diandre, pointing outside to see another car overtaking their car.
Bia nodded. "The car rang. Mo-bil," said Bia slowly. Due to the events of Divan, he is now studying on Diandre. If talking to a baby you should use real memorization. Not spoiled because it will affect the ability of the language.
Arrived at Divan's school. There were other mothers there. Bia got out of the car and walked towards Divan's school. He went to a crowd of mothers who were also waiting for the time to leave school.
"Corn, Mom. The kids haven't come home yet, have they?" ask Bia. The mothers had glanced at Bia with confused looks. Maybe because Bia suddenly stuck there when it was the first time to school.
"I'm Drabia, Divan's mother" Bia said. Hearing the words of his mother Divan, the mothers suddenly look friendly. Bia was shocked to see the change in their expressions. Also unknown. Bia never participated in Dira's vlog. If it appears it must fit again dandan. Today he is innocent.
"No, Ma. Still closing activities earlier," replied one of the mothers there. Bia nodded in understanding.
"Where is he going? Usually picked up the papa," asked the other mother.
"There is a hard job. So you must first not get permission. Maybe tomorrow you can pick it up again" explained Bia.
"Her husband made ngiri. How can I get it?" The other mother was in the conversation.
Bia smiled shyly. "Cuman given affection only, really," replied Bia with a blushing face. From there he started talking to the mothers there. Diandre thrashed to be lowered. Bia just follow him afraid he's crying.
However, it was also revealed that Diandre had run. Bia is chasing after him. The run is quite tight until Bia is a bit difficult. Diandre stopped behind a man wearing a suit and pulled his suit. "Fuck!" call Diandre.
Lekas Bia grabbed her son. The man whose suit was pulled Diandre turned around. He looked down and smiled at the boy. Bia carried Diandre. "I'm sorry, sir. My son thinks it's his papa because he often wears a suit too" explained Bia.
The man looks very young. Probably the same age as Bia. His body was tall and his face was quite dignified. "What no. I like kids, really. His son is very funny," said the man while pinching Diandre's gaunt cheek. Only so conscious was not his papa, Diandre immediately showed a fierce face.
Bia nodded. "Thank you very much."
"When you pick up his son too?" ask the man. Bia nodded. "I'm Zayn. My son also went to school here. Female. His name is Raya" Zayn told.
The man frowned upon hearing Bia's statement. He looked at Bia's face. "Wait a minute, I used to have a friend named Bia too. Neighbor as a child in Emertown" said the man.
Bia scratched his head. "I used to grow up in Emertown, anyway."
"Drabi Louis isn't it?" guess the guy. Bia nodded. "Bia! This is Zayn. We used to play together. Same with Dira Kenan. Remember?" tanyanya tried to remind Bia.
Meanwhile, Bia tried to remember. Until finally his memory returned. "Oh yes, Zayn who lives next door. Keep you moving in first-class Junior High, right?" guess Bia.
Zayn nodded. "Finally remember too. It's really nice to meet you. Now I have another child. Whose marriage is it?" ask Zayn.
Bia smiled shyly. "Sama Dira's. He is an artist. Time doesn't know" Bia said again.
Zayn chuckles. "I don't like watching endless tv so don't know. Congratulations, yes. Didn't think you could be together until now" said Zayn.
"Yes. Thanks though. You married young too?" ask Bia curious.
Zayn nodded. "Yes, but my wife died in childbirth. So now it's just being a single parent. Take care of your own child" Zayn jawan with a sad face.
Bia patted his arm slowly. "It will be a substitute, really," said Bia.
"Mah!" call Divan from the school terrace. The boy is out of his class. Seeing Bia chatting with a man, his face immediately pouted.
"You going home now?" tawar Bia's. At the man, Divan immediately gave a warning look. "Divan, this is my best friend from childhood" explained Bia. Even so, Divan still did not lower his cynical gaze.
Seeing the cold, Bia quickly led Divan. "I'll go home first, yeah. My son was afraid of war" said Bia and walked to his car.
Zayn stared from a distance. "She's still as sweet as ever" Zayn said.
"Who?" ask an old woman who came while leading her granddaughter. He looked in the direction where Zayn was glancing.
"Well, you're in love again, huh? Just this time after your wife passed away, you saw a woman with a smile," she said.
Zayn. "Gee, mah. She already has a husband."
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