Father of My Son 2
20. Love Scenario

"Miss, what are you talking about?" Taran shock. Fortunately, his physique was strong. If not, he might have fainted by then.

"Taran, don't interrupt me!" dinia's Order.

Current chairman Kenan Grouph, Divan Kenan looks to think long. He looked towards Taran. Judging the man from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

"Physical allows. It's just, the reason is too classic. You have to watch a lot of love stories on television. Maybe it could be more inspiring. I don't think those people will believe, "the value of Divan.

Now Dinia squealed until Taran had to close the ears of Ditrian. "Please take care of your language, Miss. Such a sentence would be easily imitated by Mr. Ditrian," Taran suggested.

Dinia's hand held a forehead. Ditrian walked up to his mother. He's ruffled around the waist. "Mama, naughty! Want bedili tebok? Mouth is good! No fuck!" omelette Didrian.

"See! Your son is smarter than you, Dinia!" Divan laughed out loud.

"Sister's married, right? At least give me some advice." Dinia showed a pleading face.

Birds pass by the window there. The books were lined up inside a wide and tall black cupboard. On the desk, the files are stacked as if the leader has not finished it all.

"It makes more sense. I refused to be betrothed by my family. I finally ran away and met him at a cafe. You should really carefully mention the place. Take Taran there, so he can know the details of the city. You live in a remote apartment. Apparently he's your neighbor. You become more familiar, even though you often fight at first. You fell in love with her until all that happened" Divan explained.

"Without her?"

"Say, because of her background. I forbid you to publish your marriage!" Divan is indeed smart to design a business strategy and love story.

"Sister! You're really great!" Dinia stood up and hugged her brother.

"You're heavy! He thought he was a toddler, yeah!" nagging Divan while massage arms.

"Thank you much. When Papa doesn't support me, Brother always helps me." Dinia felt overwhelmed.

"I'm doing this because it's already gone. What else can we do without this. And you, Taran Green?" Divan called Taran.

"Bestie Street," said Ditrian.

Taran glanced at the boy for a moment, then faced the supreme leader. "Is there anything I should do, Grand Master?"

"Please take care of my sister and niece, okay? Happy him. Dinia my only sister. He does look fierce outside. But, in it is rough. Don't take it too hard on heart."

"Hey, why did I end up being humiliated like this?" dinia's Omel.

"You're going to get married despite the lies. Of course you have to learn well from him. Remember, you need him. For the sake of Ditrian." Divan rubbed his sister's hair.

"Son is exactly Mama." Dinia looked at her brother fixedly.

"You look like Papa, so we don't have a server." Divan sentil his sister's forehead.

Although Divan's face looks more like Dira, but the nature of his father was down completely to Dinia. "So Taran, are you horrified? Is it my brother, you keep saying no?"

Taran how dare if it's the Chairman's orders. Although some say Divan Kenan is very good, still he is from the strongest family in Livetown. In addition, Divan has intelligence like his father. He could easily take down an opponent with a relaxed facial expression.

"I'll try, sir. Just don't expect too much of me. Still, I am an ordinary man" Taran replied.

"I won't sue you too much either. Just follow, what has been designed by his team Dinia."

Returning to the DW fashion building, Dinia sat quietly in the work chair. Her smile was beautifully curved. It was as if the woman had escaped the burden of the world.

Dinia. He moved his body. "Taran, you haven't been a husband just been paying attention to me." Dinia showed a sly smile.

Taran looked up for a moment. Soon, he looked down again until his eyes and Dinia met each other.

"Miss, I understand why you're doing this. You avoid the people who are chasing you, right? So that you can live alone forever. However, not all men in this world are bad. There must be another version of your father and brother. Only you haven't found," Taran suggested.

"Taran, do you know what I'm going through? Faithful humans keep the greatest secrets. If you know, you'll understand." Dinia turned her seat around to face the window.

"I'm sorry if I talk too much. Need Miss know, I'm worried. I want you to be happy." Taran said that sincerely.

"I'm happy Taran. With Ditrian, it's like I have everything in life. He's one of the men I can trust in my life" Dinia said.

Taran. "I'll be back with your food." The man left the office.

Dinia turned lethargic. Suddenly he remembered his past. Pain in the heart. Like a dagger.

"You will never be happy Dinia, with any love!" the words still made him feel frightened.

Dinia stands. He pulled the drawer and looked for a sedative. One tablet until his heart could feel the calmness.

"That's over Dinia. You can do it."

Office door open. Dinia turned her eyes away. He sat back in the chair.

"Mama, Ian made this!" Ditrian ran to his mother. That cute little step made Dinia sure her life would go on better.

"Where? Mama wants to see."

Ditrian gave something he made with Playdough. "Wait, what is this?" His abstract form makes Dinia unable to guess what it is.

"Road. It's Mama."

Dinia was astonished. Why is he so ugly. If Taran, no problem. "Why is Mama's mouth long?"

"Mama even Talan," replied Ditrian accordingly.

"Well, Mama, if you're angry like that?" Dinay of course protested.

"Yes. Haggai, Mom. Ian bulusaha," pinta Ditrian.

"Yes, great. You still have a lot to learn. Then why is Taran's hand big?"

"Moot, Talan. He's cuttlefish!" Ditrian patted his own upper arm.

"Strong what? He still likes to cry if the sad story of people, to give money. Don't know how to be deceived." Dinia does not accept.

"Altina, Talan's good. Not select. Olang deceive, evil."

"If you're with Taran, your mind is always positive. Another if the same Mama. Must've kept the negur." Dinia ruffled waist.

"Darling. Mama is good, beautiful is getting. So soft. Dear olang-olang. Mama's not a real granny." Ditrian again lectured his mother.

"here." Dinia carried Ditrian in her lap. He hugged Ditrian from behind. "Who's the crazy guy who dumped you in the trash? Doesn't he know you're this good, son?" inner Dinia. Every memory of Ditrian who cried hunger in the dustbin, his tears dripping.