Father of My Son 2
19. sure as a father?

Taran pensively long. He's still in shock. That night, he thought Dinia would only talk about work as usual. But not so. Dinia suddenly proposed to him. You could say like that, even though it is only a fake marriage, Dinia still asked Taran to be a husband.

(reread chapter 1)

Taran looked into the mirror. "Is Miss Dinia not shy about confessing to a man like me in public?" his inner. Taran is not a confident person. Although his face was handsome and could attract the attention of many staff, still he felt ugly.

The effect is felt until the morning. As Taran went to the office, he glanced to all sides. Dinia would definitely not discuss all of that in front of a lot of people. Therefore, Taran decided to hold Goul's hand.

"You crazy? People will think it's not!" Goul did not accept it. Especially in this day and age, many scattered men clashing swords.

"This time, please." Taran kept pulling Goul's arm.

Dinia came out of her room. She has been wearing official clothes in the form of blazers and skirts from monochrome concept dril cloth.

"Today we were asked to go to the black tower" said Dinia.

"I'll prepare a special bodyguard." No security guards could get in there.

Dinia's eyes glanced towards Taran. The man hid behind his partner's back. "Down!" call Dinia.

"Me, Miss?" Taran tilted his head until it was seen on the side of Dinia.

"Ditrian is not awake. You wait for him. Come to the Black Tower and bring him when you open your eyes."

"Good." Taran should be glad Dinia didn't discuss the matter last night. But I don't know why he was upset by that.

Taran permission to enter the room of Ditrian. Last night because of late sleep, the child was so difficult to wake up in the morning. Now the bed is a mess. Even a blanket, somehow the story can be on the bathroom door. Even funnier, the pillow is on the sofa.

The bed was empty without anything. The bed is slanted and folded. Only Ditrian spread while closing his eyes with both hands stretched out.

Taran was used to the sight. He took a Titrian sleeping device and tidied up a little.

"Handson, go on an adventure today. If you're late, your salary is cut, "like Taran.

Ditrian even pushed Taran. His hands rubbed life occasionally. "Grown-up kid, learn to wake up early."

"Yes. Ian wants. Beyi fur cake," he said and then did a chewing movement. "Enak. Sweet."

"You're bouncing, Mr. Ditrian." Taran rubs his hair Ditrian.

"You nurtured him enough and wrote your name on the stage of his birth," Dinia's sentence was still ringing.

"Should I do that? I don't like you being insulted. You're funny, innocent of anything. Why should you." Taran kisses his cheek. Unknowingly, Taran's affection for Ditrian grew even greater. Until he acted like a father.

Long waiting for Ditrian, finally the boy woke up too. He immediately asked where his mother was. "Ian chirping. Buluk, can fire," complained Ditrian.

"You are this, his son Boss, Young Master. So it's impossible to get fired. What do you want to have a salary for?" ask Taran curiously.

"The bili kado" he answered.

"Gift for Mama Dinia?" tera Taran's.

"Yes. Talan uga's. Thank you, Talan play Ian. Talan taun's money, right?" Ditrian continued his statement.

"I am a nobody. So, young master doesn't need to give me anything" Taran declined.

"La deangna Ian." The hand of Ditrian grabbed Taran's hand. His face stared lovingly until Taran was moved.

"It's okay if I'm Young Master's Dad?" Taran again asked a question.

"Benel? Talan wants? Ian yaw, yeay!" titrian exclaimed, hugging Taran tightly.

The boy took a bath, then Taran to the black tower in accordance with Dinia's decree. The large tower belonging to the Kenan family, stands majestically in the heart of the city of Heren. Green gardens, contrasting with rigid and modern buildings.

It's becoming commonplace here. No wonder that Ditrian was bored to sing. "Pap majik dagon. Lip bade si," the artist. It was the lyrics that he kept singing.

Taran continues the song. Ditrian. "Did Talan know?"

"At a young age, her father Taran taught her. At that time, Taran wanted to become a dragon. Let it fly and go to many places" Taran said.

"Then the dragon?" Ditrian looks spooky. He did not expect his playmate to be a dragon.

"No. It's just a wish, but it can't." Taran.

"Why? Talan not a cukula?" terka Didrian's.

"Do you have to go to school to be a dragon?" Taran chuckles.

The conversation of the two men ended in front of the destination building. Taran lead Ditrian into the building. He headed for the receptionist to have one of Dinia's staff pick them up down.

Goul shortly came with a breath of frenzy. "What's wrong?" tanya Taran was confused.

"Why did you just come? Don't you know how complicated things are inside?" Goul whispered.

"What events? Miss Dinia was scolded for the statement in front of the reporters?" tera Taran's.

Better, you ride with the young master. The building is very large. Even the elevator alone has six and one special Kenan family and shareholders.

Because with Ditrian, Taran can come to wear the elevator. It is different from other lifts that Taran has climbed. Even the interior is made luxurious with a classic impression.

Up to the top floor, Goul shows Ditrian the direction to the Chairman room. Didrian was here before. Just not to the highest floor.

Ditrian saw the staff standing guard there. "Why Om Saces?" ask Ditrian.

"Can't go up, sir. Must be banned. So Sanchez's Om has to wait on another floor" Taran said.

"Nice! Messy, Om. That's what's a whiff." Ditrian protest while ruffled waist. His face is very cute with overalls and white shirts. On his head was a beach hat in matching colors with a t-shirt.

The door of the room looks high. Taran took a breath and exhaled. "I want to take Young Master." Taran asked the other staff to bring Ditrian in, as he felt inferior to go there straight away.

"Taran Calisto Green?" The staff asked his name.

"true."

"You need to get inside right now." The staff opened the door. He told Taran that he was there.

Taran entered in shame. It really is a very big room. Even the windows are that high. Taran feels dwarfed in it.

"Here it is, the father of my son," Dinia suddenly said as she pointed at Taran.

"We met abroad. I covered my background and made friends with him. Until we secretly fell in love with each other and decided to stay together until Ditrian was born" Dinia told the news.