Father of My Son 2
18. Bestie Ian's

"Where was it taken?" asked Dinia who had just climbed to the floor where her office was.

"In the playroom with Taran, Miss," replied one of the staff.

Dinaia does not go directly into the office. He came to the playroom of Ditrian to see the state of the boy. Dinaia opened the door slowly. He listened to the laughter in there. Ditrian is playing a chase with Taran.

"If with others, he'd like to build a high fortress. Different if same Taran," the woman's mind. Dinia ruffled waist. He's still watching there.

Until Ditrian himself realized the existence of the mother. He ran towards Dinia and asked to be carried. "Did you sick?" Ditrian checked his mother's face.

"Your mother didn't hurt anyone. Look at you, it's been cured."

Ditrian. "Let's talk. Mama, Talan the tiger."

"Why did Taran become a tiger?" Dinia always tries to respond to her son's story. That was so he could add vocabulary and knowledge. Moreover, the mother tongue is easier for children to understand.

"Kan Talan lost to Ian. Judol-judol," replied Ditrian.

"What are you playing?"

"Main paper stone scissors. Master just keep out the rock. Want me to win, still you tell me I'm the loser" Taran told me.

"Remain, if you lose, you have to accept. It's all right that Ditrian was a tiger. The important thing is to be a great child who wants to be sportive," explained Dinia.

"What masking tape?" Ditrian obviously did not know such complicated terms.

"It's like being honest. To admit defeat" explained Dinia.

Ditrian hugged his mother. "The ego play. Talan temen, huh?"

"Today Taran has to help Mama."

"Myan would help. Ian's salary, right?" Ditrian always comes along when Taran takes a salary from the ATM. Of course Taran has to explain the origin of the money.

It turns out that Ditrian even wants to work because he will get money. He never held his own money. Want to buy anything, just tap the bracelet in his hand. Only a few shops can be visited. It was no ordinary store, exclusively owned by the Kenan family.

"What do you want to do for me, son?" Dinia rubbing forehead Ditrian.

The child's cheeks twitched following his lips. "Parting table."

"Miss, I need to go to the police station to check on yesterday's problem" Taran said.

"About that truck? But, like Ditrian will not let you go. Let Goul take care of it. You come with me.

Dinia to his office while holding Ditrian. The boy looked back. He waved at the other staff.

"Temen-temen, Ian found out first, huh?" pampered.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Jaga katol Ian. Not mainin. Wrecked. Ian bulum payday," the boy's message.

The other employees could only laugh at Ditrian's behavior. Arriving at the office, Ditrian played a pen and HVS paper. He wanted to sit in Dinia's chair. What he did was not clear. There are pictures and writings like on the walls of ancient caves.

"Mama, Ian beles's deity." Ditrian gave his work to his mother.

"That's great. Let Mama ask Auntie to get her a crayon, okay?"

Taran saw the results of the image of Ditrian. "Miss, do you think this is unique?"

"What?"

"Motif," replied Taran.

"You mean?"

"The image of every child is certainly inspired by many things. Sometimes on one sheet they describe many events. If this were printed on a cloth." Taran reveals what he means.

"That's possible. That's an amazing idea." Dinia covers her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Do I need to call some designer owned by DW fashion?"

"I will try my best, Miss. Especially for progress.... Arggh!" Taran screamed in pain.

"Why you?" Dinia shocked.

Taran glanced down. Apparently Didrian tried to climb in order to sit on Taran's lap. However, he instead pulled the man's drill pants to carry the fur at Taran's feet. It was clearly squealing in pain that man.

"Ditrianized. You'll let me if you want to carry it." Dinia. He always insists the boy be able to respect the subordinates of— even though he himself was to Taran not.

Taran gendong Ditrian. He tickled the boy. "Jagoan, you've been able to knock Taran off, huh? Greatable. But, Taran's in pain."

"Sorry, Talan. He doesn't ngaja. Recurrent. Promise me!" He hugged Taran.

Dinaia looked at the two of them. "Only with Taran would he like to" Dinia thought again.

"Taran, if I'm not around and she doesn't have anyone else, you want to take care of her?" Dinia asked.

"certain. Because I don't have anyone and my foster father will take care of me." Taran smiles.

In the afternoon they went home. Ditrian sat in the front seat singing. He stays with Taran. Dinia doesn't matter because she has a lot of thoughts.

Moreover, his statement this morning has been made headlines in various media. "Oh my God, I forgot about this father."

Just one thing was done, the phone rang. "What do you mean by this Dinia? Could it be that easy?" nagel Dira's.

"Papa just relax. I can definitely handle it" said Dinia.

"Liet? If you can't prove it, we're all gonna get it! Next time you want to say something, you'll let Papa and your brother!"

"Why is Papa chatty anyway? He said he wanted to retire and focus on enjoying his time together Mama. Let this be Dinia's problem. Besides, I made it myself."

"Because of that! Why do you make? Papa's become this emotion." Dira to walk back and forth on the balcony.

"Because I want to. They will stop by themselves and forget."

"You think they're you? Papa's only making trouble, still discussed until now!"

"Who told Papa to get pregnant first?" Dinia even replied to her father.

"Yes.... Waitaminute! Why are you so bad Papa? It's about you, Dinia!"

"Pa, I think the signal's bad here. Papa's time nagged the horror was just the letter A, "the reason Dinia.

"You don't avoid Papa!"

"I love you, Papa." Turn off the phone and smile cunningly.

Ditrian glanced back. He took a breath and exhaled heavily.

"What's up, young master?"

"Why Ian, isn't there papa?" ask the boy. Of course Dinia heard until stunned.

"Later Mama searched. If it's there, Didrian wants to call him Papa?" ask Dinia.

Ditrian looked at Taran. "Why that? Taran right?"

"Not for sure" said Dinia.

"There's no Papa, meding. Ian likes Talan. Yes, Bestie?" Ditrian looked at Taran so deeply.

"Young master, if Taran becomes Papa, we will not be bestie" Taran said.

"Not a pickle, ah!" Ditrian turned his eyes.

Arriving home, Ditrian ran to his room to bathe the nanny. "We talked about the problem earlier," Dinia asked Taran. The man followed Dinia.

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