Father of My Son 2
25. Wedjangan parents

"Tidid!" exclaims Ditrian in the yard of his grandfather's house. He drove the car like a heartbroken man. Some staff were almost hit. Fortunately, the effect is only a small bruise. Just a little bigger, maybe the staff filled the room in the hospital.

"Young master! Wrong, I mean Ditrian!" call Taran.

A lifetime in his career as a special staff who handle the dark part of the businessman, just this time Taran felt his heart like it would not come back beating again. All due to seeing Ditrian drive an electric car.

"Guide glue!" Ditrian stepped on with all his might. The car stopped, just one cent in front of the high fence of the house.

Taran sat down, then sprawled. It feels like all lives are lost. I got out of the car with a proud face. He did a successful stunt. Seeing Taran sleeping on the grass, Ditrian panicked.

"Papa Bestie! Not dead! Breathe agi, plis!" her door. He clapped Taran's cheeks until the man felt pain. Taran's awake. "Why isn't matina? Ian this darling is crying. Celese's bulb."

"Do you want Papa to die?" Taran protest.

"Later on life." The idea of Ditrian is amazing.

"Where are the dead alive again?" Taran gendong Ditrian. He asked the other staff to put the car in the garage.

"Papa bring pegi. Ian wants some yeast."

"No! That's dangerous. You better take a ball bath." Taran kept bringing the boy in. In the family home Dira Kenan there is indeed a place to play children for grandchildren when coming to visit.

"What's this?" Dinia heard the cry of Ditrian.

"She almost hit the fence of the house," Taran fought.

"Why are you? Mama's car just give it to her son Mama's friend. I promised to be careful."

Ditrian looked at Taran. "Puna Papa is not cute. Nyour. Just a minute."

"If so, Papa will back down." Taran is threatening.

Ditrian hugged Taran. "Don't. It's just joking. Papa wants to, but not mama." Attracted her lips to Taran's ears. "Mama fuss," she whispered in fear.

"Mama can still hear. Take a shower now." Dinia asks Ditrian to Taran.

Today they both deliberately visited like children and daughters-in-law and grandchildren. Wartawa must have reported it to Livetown. Behind the news on television was the splash with Taran. They are still hiding their wedding documents.

DW Fashion sales skyrocket. Dinia knew that the new customer had come just to hear the rumors and wanted to see Dinia's handsome husband.

Sure enough, when Taran accidentally passed by, they giggled. Even among socialites, many who want to have a mistress like Taran to ask 'momy' to find a similar spec.

"Tomorrow, you go with Papa to play golf. You can do it, right? Don't be ashamed to throw golf clubs at others" Dinia suggested.

"Isn't that you?" tymphal Taran's.

Dinia grunting. "You seem to be good at behaving like a shitty husband."

"It's not you who said, don't be too polite because it's obvious" Taran replied.

"Beantem. You guys play tijuana. Ian umpirein. His head's on a cangeyo!" It forms a liver sign with the thumb and forefinger.

"Sarangheyo?"

"Yes that. Mama, Ian's enthal has a grandpa, huh?" The expectations of Ditrian were already sky high. What power, the hearts of his mother and father have not arrived.

"where possible. Everything is not that far," Dinia refused.

"Baby grandkids, Ma!" Ditrian.

"You're funny too. Aren't you still a baby?" Taran.

"An adult boy," Ditrian said.

A servant dressed in black came to see. "Miss, Mr. Dira asks you to go to the living room with Mr. Ditrian and Mr. Taran" the woman asked.

Dinia lowers the Ditrian. The fake couple led their son into the living room. There Dira and Bia had already sat down while drinking a glass of tea.

"Sit you two" Pinta Dira.

"Dilli dili? Ian's messy one time," lamented the boy.

"Geez, grandpa's sorry. Please sit down Young Master Ditrian," replied Dira.

With a face full of pride, Ditrian sat on the sofa. He took out a sofa cushion and hugged the thing. "Comek, Ian has a big cut," said the boy.

"Oh my God, it's not so diitrian." Dinia again showed her objection.

"Ditrian to Grandma here," pinta Bia. Ditrian got off the couch and moved into his grandmother's lap. "Mama and Papa need time to be friends first" said Bia.

"Oh yeah. Papa Bestie used to cetapna Mama," replied Ditrian.

"And if you want to be friends with other people not for a moment, of course."

"Fearful kidnaps. Manucia is not kotolna."

"You heard a lot of amazing language from Mama, huh?"

"Mama swear sincerely. Ian vinegar. It's delicious."

"certain. But Ditrian needs to know. Some awesome words that need to be hidden."

Didrian. He looked at his grandmother. "Why?"

Ditrian opened his mouth wide. "Sadahin. I'm counting cumua."

"really. If you're on your own, no one's helping you fall into the ditch."

This time Ditrian pointed at his mother. "Mama! Biang ugly sincere. Not with Mama, Ian."

"He if you're the same Mama would have heard. Else with me, if not yet the debate will not obey." Dinia kept both palms on her lap.

"You just need to discuss with him, not rule," Bia suggested.

"The thing is your son is being cared for properly, still causing trouble." Dira makes a sound.

"Because he's your son too. The gene is a match that cannot be changed except for mutations" Bia replies.

Ditrian touching the knee. "Gut Ian is good. No, not agi."

"Of course, it should be. Ditrian is handsome, good when talking. What a pride of many." Bia gave a compliment. Ditrian was embarrassed. "Now play first, huh? Grandma wants to talk to a grown woman with Mama."

"Grandfather, are you playing?"

"No. Stay right here. It's been eighteen years?" Bia asked back.

"It's seven."

"You are age corruption. Just three, too" Dinia errat.

"How long is the plague, huh? What's bili first?"

"Just because it's not eighteen yet, Ditrian had to play in the children's playroom first. Grandma will call again when it's time. Can you?" bia Pinta.

"okay!" Ditrian ran to the playroom followed by one of the nannies.

Dira breathed a sigh of relief. "Taran, we're really helped with your past. But on the other hand, we are also afraid. The unknown does not exist. It could even be hiding," said Dira.

"You mean, Sir?" Taran did not understand what his in-laws meant.

"Your real parents, they're out there. They don't necessarily know where you are, either" Dira said.

Taran. He now knows what the danger is. "They could have dropped me?"

"They've been so irresponsible about throwing you away. There's no way they're not doing that thing there by taking advantage of your popularity."

"This happened to me, Taran. In the end my own mother humiliated me in front of many people. All for personal gain." Bia continued her husband's explanation.

"Do I need to find them?" Taran asked again.

"certain. Because you're his son. This isn't about us. The Kenan family always had a way of protecting themselves. But you have rights as a child. Even if it's not the time with Dinia, going forward doesn't mean they won't, when you're with someone else."

"So anyone wants to be with him?" ledek Dinia's.

Dira coughed. "If you want to do this. Do it right Dinia! If it's only half-and-half, you better back off! Show your respect to Taran! If it continues, it's all the same as lying!" nagel Dira's.

Dinia nodded weakly. He didn't think he would be cursed by his own father.

"Sorry, Taran. We're bestie now." Dinia extended a hand.

"Good, Miss." Taran stood up and bowed like a normal staff SOP.

Dinia put her hands down with an annoyed face. "I'm the same he never has one frequency. I'm going right, he's going left."

Bia laughed a little. "Me and your Dad too. The couple was never the same, but a pair. You can't wear all the right shoes, can you?"

Dinia. "Mama's right. But, I'm the same she's not a couple."

"You are now a couple in front of others. There is no singer who does not become someone else in front of his fans. That's why I said, don't half "Dira back up.

After the wedding, Dinia and her new family paid off. Now Taran had to walk in front of Dinia while holding Ditrian. Of course it is strange for Dinia who has always been the center.

They even sat in the same car seat. "Taran, have you ever dated once?"

"I explained it before, right?" Taran was bored with the same question.

"Well, how can we be romantic?" Dinia massage forehead.

"You like to read that, right?" ask Taran.

"What?"

"Books that make you smile yourself. I read the blurb. Maybe we can do it" Taran suggested.

"Yes too. I'll mark the romantic part of the novel. You do it later, huh?"

Taran nodded with a forced nod despite not knowing why he felt amused. Taran had only read scientific books and watched household stories of actors. How could he know how to be a love slave.

"Miss, can't you just tell me. I think it's harder to read than practice" Taran said.

"You're a storm!"

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