Father of My Son 2
1. father of my son
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"You want to be the father of my son?" dinia Dirbia Kenan asked one of her male staff. The office space was just the two of them. The sky was dark out there, and the lights from the buildings and streets below were like jewels in a cave.
"You mean?" The man was confused. He stood facing his leader.
"Your job is just to take care of Ditrian and put your name on his birth certificate. I'll pay you." The woman even fanned a check in the hand. He sat with his body firm, his legs resting on his other legs. On top of the oversized chair of high quality expensive materials.
"Miss, a father, even if it's just a name, the responsibility is great. I am especially a single man. It will affect my life in the future. If I get married later, what will I tell my wife about Mr Ditrian? Or when Mr. Didrian was big, how did you explain to him about my name there?"
Taran Calisto Green, he set out from the small town of Livetown, New Green to Heren, the capital where modern life thrives. Many jobs make Taran struggle to raise money, as the cost of traveling from his village to the city.
Taran is now a staff member of a female fashion brand owner, DWF named Dinia Dirbia Kenan, one of the heirs to the Kenan Group. Women are popular as celebrities and the daughter of former artist Dira Kenan. Her face was petite, with a tall body and skin as white as snow. Beautiful women to be the target of men in Livetown.
That's not what makes Taran loyal to Dinia. The woman in front of him is arrogant and if you talk sometimes spicy. It's just that he's good. So much for Dinia's kindness that Taran couldn't heal her.
"You said it to me, right? You'll do whatever I ask. Remember?"
Taran. Yes, when Dinia financed her father's operation, Taran promised it as a token of gratitude.
"I'm charging him. You must have seen the news on television. Many questioned the status of Ditrian. I don't like my life being disturbed. Especially my son." Dinai looked out the window. Obviously he's been having a headache facing the rumors out there.
As one of the direct descendants of the Kenan family, the richest family in the country is obviously much curious about his life. Sometimes business competitors make a scandal themselves to bring down a family-owned company.
The man opened the door. He was stunned, passing directly to Ditrian, the only son of Dinia who was only three years old.
"Talan, want to gedong," Pitta Titrian reached out.
"You want to go to Mama?" ask Taran curiously.
"You bobo. Talan gedong aja," pinta Ditrian. Taran could not bear to see the boy. Every time he looked into her eyes, he felt like he was as a child.
"here." Ditrian's body was lifted and patted gently on his back. "You want bobo in the room?"
It just so happened that Ditrian had his own room in the company building. Dinia must have taken him to work.
"Talan, why don't you Ian?" Ditrian looked at Taran.
"Why should Taran?"
"Dian, dear Talan. No other." Ditrian hugged Taran tightly. There Taran's heart was filled. He loves Ditrian, but it's a very difficult choice for him.
"Sleep, it's night. Mama's gonna be pissed if you haven't slept after eight."
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