Father of My Son 2
23. sliding seat

"Morning, Taran," said one of the servants at Dinia's house. Taran smiled a friendly sign. He is not a man of faith.

"No need to be insignificant," suddenly Dinia came and gave an upset response.

"I didn't do anything, Miss." Taran was astonished that again he was to blame.

Dinia saw a sighting of Taran from toe to head. "Where are the clothes I bought yesterday?"

"I'll wash back from work later."

Dinia sat down and kicked down the table. "Give it to the waiter. Let them do it now. I will not go out except with you who have been in class" he said.

"Miss, I've graduated from school" Taran joked. Compared to getting the boss's emotional face, Taran chose to run away from the place to take the clothes in question.

"From now on, Taran will eat with me and Ditrian. The status is now my husband. So, don't let you guys slip. Remember, call him Mr. Green." Dinia gives wedjangan on her service.

"According to your orders, Miss. We will always obey and obey."

Before long Taran came, carrying one official clothing stel. "Miss, please tidy up, okay? I'll give you a tip. I'm sorry I told you to."

"No problem, Mr. Taran. We will always appreciate you."

Taran stood up with questions. The servants suddenly turned stiff. "You must have done something, Miss?"

Dinia raises her shoulder. Taran was still standing with the other staff.

"That's your place!" Dinia pointed to the chair facing him.

"What needs this to be done at home too, Miss. What a difference it is with other staff."

Dinia let out a sound from her mouth. "You're! Think of it as a habit so you don't get stiff in front of other people!"

"I think it's overkill."

Dinia show me her fists. Taran sat down. The waiter brought some food to the table. Of course Taran knows table manner, one of the conditions he can be a staff at Kenan Grouph. Merely, in front of him was the most dangerous magic granny in the world. Taran was confused as to what during the meal they did not need to discuss anything?

"Tomorrow I'll meet with Sullivan. You must accompany me. I give you the right to speak. As a couple, let's say I give you confidence."

"Good."

Dinia knows Taran is good at putting himself. However, breakfast this time they were not accompanied by Ditria. I don't know where the baby is. Indeed the famous Didrian noon force. Although he slept on time, midnight was already used to waking up and playing by himself. As soon as morning, his eyes were glued.

"I got an email from one of the fabric manufacturers. They used to be very famous in Emertown. He said next year woolen cloth would be popular. Are we better stock up and start introductions, Miss Dinia?"

Dinia took a glass of water. "You're really quick to get word. That's my mom's hometown. I'll ask him how the factory is."

"Something legendary there must be a reason, miss. One of them is the defense of quality that never changes. I think this fits their description. Just your idea is much better."

Just always talking, Ditrian comes while yawning. "Mama, want to eat dalagon," the boy asked.

"You are there-there is. He could eat dragon meat, his form had not been clearly seen." Dinia rubbed her head.

"That dream. I ate dalagon" said the boy. Taran helps raise Ditrian up the chair.

"Yes, Grandpa Dira ate a dragon. How's it going?" Dinia even took Ditrian's dream seriously.

"It seems like what Young Master meant isn't that." Taran easily guessed. He wiped the hair of Ditrian. "What is dalagon?"

"So not eaten?" Taran asked again.

"Eating uga. It's a mess, right?" Ditrian thought everything that was drunk and eaten meant the same thing.

"Drink it's water, eat it more into something that can be chewed," Taran explained.

"Drink cup?" Ditrian still failed to understand. Soup in Heren in the form of thick broth. The content is certainly not there, so impressed only drunk by way of slurping.

"Ditrian is not wrong. You obviously don't have a place" Dinia ledek.

"Where's dalagon?" Ditrian was still hoping on what Dinia and Taran did not know.

At the end they think even when they go to the office. Dinia got off in front of the lobby. Journalists came and gathered. Taran was still holding Ditrian in the back.

"Are you Miss Dinia's rightful husband?" One of them immediately asked to the core.

They agreed to keep quiet with each other. This is done so that journalists are more curious. If you confess immediately, not too obvious.

"What do you think of the scattered documents?"

"I'm sorry, can't you guys just not believe the rumors? Let our lives be quiet" Dinia asked and walked in to lead Taran.

"How long have you been together?"

The whole question was not heeded. Dinia's men will provide further evidence on social media. The main function in addition to making natural, but also raise the company's shares gradually.

Arriving at the office, Dinia jumped up and down in excitement. "Finally, they're all trapped!"

The woman took out a chair from behind the desk. He climbed up and continued to be moved to the right and left side of the office. At first everything was fine, until Dinia could no longer control the pace of the seats. He screamed in fear.

"Taran, help!" her door.

Dinia Hanpir hit hard against the wall. Taran swiftly chased, pulled up a chair and held it. It should all be better, but so afraid Dinia even pulled Taran's shoulder. As a result, Taran's face leaned forward uncontrollably until his lips also landed on Dinia's lips.

The first three seconds, they were still hanging. Up to the count of ten, Taran thrust Dinia's body. The woman slid back, fortunately still held back. Taran ran to the bathroom.

"Wait on! My stolen kiss, how could she even have a lip rub?" Dinia so ride apitam. He stood up and followed Taran to the bathroom.

Sure enough, Taran washed his lips that had been given soap.

"Green! What kind of bacteria do you think my lips contain?" Dinia does not accept. In any novel scene, only women have the right to do that scene.

"Your lipstick sticks. I don't want people to misunderstand me" Taran explained. As she was about to leave, Dinia blocked the door.

"Enough! You've thought of me like.... It hurts so much I can't explain. Begins not the type, not liked san now you consider my kiss poison?"

"I didn't know that Miss liked the kiss earlier." Taran again made Dinia's face flushed until her veins were clearly visible.

"Get out of my office now! You better take care of Ditrian there! Insensitive, rigid, frozen, cold! I HATE YOU!" Dinia grab a bag and go out of the office.

"Everything with Miss Dinia is always problematic" Taran complained.

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