Father of My Son 2
15. Guy sucks

Two years later ....

"Containers that send our raw materials rolled on the way. It's likely that clothing production will be delayed, miss" one of the staff reported.

"Call Taran," asked Dinia.

The staff nodded and left the office. Dinia stood in front of the glass window of her office. There was a smell of coffee served by an office boy a few minutes ago.

Before long the door opened. "Road, Ian mobin. Tigal," whined Ditrian who was holding the boy.

"Good day, Miss. Do I have anything to help?" ask Taran.

Dinia. "You know about our cloth containers?"

Ditrian checking messages. "This is a bad thing. According to my prediction."

"We never make our clients feel disappointed because of delays."

"The tulun." Titrian wriggled until Taran lowered it slowly. The boy ran towards Dinia.

"It's not wrong, it's Rubey. Like the reconnaissance results of our staff, he would indeed do such a rotten practice." Taran rubs his chin.

"Find me a solution" asked Dinia.

"Which is more important? Money or a good name?" ask Taran.

Dinia. "What do you mean?"

Taran. "I borrowed your pen." The man took a pen and paper. He made a picture there. "You certainly have a record of what fabrics are ordered.  Orders that are longer, we can order the material back. Being that must be quickly completed, we look for the same material in various stores," Taran suggested.

"Wouldn't that be complicated?"

"Sure, but better and faster than waiting to order back. Since we have two sources, we order them in both. However, one of the fictitious orders. Let us be fooled so that the same incident does not happen again" Taran said.

Ditrian looked at his mother and Taran. I don't know what they're saying. He only remembered his lonely car in the playroom. The boy limply laid his face on the mother's desk. He enjoys the comfort of a swivel chair.

"Mobin doesn't cry. Blank eyes crying. Ian's Monument, sana. Ian docked first," murmured the boy himself. He was still listening to the conversation of the two old men.

"Can you handle all that?" For two more years Taran worked with him, he always showed a loyal side.

"certain. I'll try not to disappoint you, Miss. In that case, I request a list of materials and an order date." Taran.

Dinia nods her head. He calls his secretary Selena to come and give Taran what he needs.

"I retreat, Miss," Taran bowed and walked away in a hurry.

"Don't forget to give me a report" exclaimed Dinia expectantly. Now he is struggling with time.

"Which street?" Ditrian was immediately shocked at the man's abandonment.

"He has to work first."

Strictly, Ditrian refused. "No! Talan keja, play Ian. Come along." Ditrian got down from the chair, but Dinia carried a cradle and seat on the chair again.

"You play with Mama. Don't bother Taran just yet. There's big business he has to finish. Understood?" Dinia crouched down so that her eyes could be aligned with Ditrian.

"What susan?" Ditrian was always curious.

"Mama is sad. Taran must help get rid of Mama's grief."

"Walk not pacal Mama." Didrian squinted.

"Who said that?"

"Ateu ilo biang hotel. Pacal is not sad. Mama smooth pacal. Talan did not want to," said Ditrian. Because his mother was often sad, Wilow suggested that Ditrian find his mother a boyfriend.

Finally he asked Taran to go out with his mother. But the man refused. "Plan doesn't like his mother, young master. It can't be" Taran said at the time.

"Dark mom. Mukins." Being relaxed with talking. His spicy mouth was clearly from whose upbringing it was.

Dinia's eyebrows shot up and down. His heart felt very hot. The room is still quiet. There was only a middle Didrian poking his legs and Dinia who looked down sluggishly.

"Taran Green! Watch out for you later!" dinia said with a red angry face.

"Mama's a cold." Ditrian closed his eyes with the palm of his hand.

On the way, Taran scratched his ears. "There was a snort" said the man.

"Surely someone is talking about you" replied Goul who went with him.

"It's just a myth." Taran turned his gaze outward. He focused on the fabric shop he might be able to meet.

Some materials are easily obtained. Only exclusive materials are not that easy to find. He should look at the online and offline stores.

"This store is supportive" said Goul.

"We're going there!"

The warrior of the day ends at night. Taran returns to the product house where Dinia's office is located. "I've already deposited all the ingredients, Miss. I made sure some of the ingredients were safe. The police have also contacted me so that what is in the container we can bring as soon as possible," Taran explained.

However, Dinia's face still looked annoyed. "Miss, did I make a mistake. Although production costs will go up, but your consumer confidence says everything." Taran's confused.

"Why? You got that on Ditrian?" dinia asked with a sharp look.

"What's wrong, Miss?" Taran took a step back.

"You dare say you don't like me?" dinia.

Taran. "That's not what I mean, ma'am. I'm just trying to respect you."

"respectful? My pride as a woman is hurt because of your words! Really too you!" Dinia breaking table.

"I like you, Miss." Taran had to say it.

"Are you crazy? Who do you think I am? How dare you shoot me like that! Out!" Dinia.

Taran pursed his lips. "So what should I do? Say like can't, not really."

Dinia sat while holding her side. "Yes too. You are too lazy. Want to answer anything that makes me sprained. Ask to get me some coffee on the OB."

"Miss, remember your gerd. I won't allow it."

Dina showed a sad face. "You rejected me again. He said you were my best employee. What is this, Taran?" Dinia is playing a drama.

Taran was right to have a lot of patience with this woman. "Looks like Miss needs a break. I'm saying goodbye." Taran chose to leave the office.

"We're not done talking!" Dinia called, but Taran pretended not to hear.

Dinia let out a snoring sound. "Now he has started selling expensive."

Photos of Ditrian and Dinia are displayed on the desk. The woman took HP, about to type a report on her older brother Divan, current Chairman Kenan Grouph.

"Miss! I forgot!"

Dinia. Almost her phone fell. The perpetrator was Taran who came while talking. "Can you tap if you want to come in?"

Taran closed the door and knocked.

"I mean later, Taran! Not that you repeat. Really, who's the weirdo who loves him as the brightest student?" Dinia patted the forehead.

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