Father of My Son 2
26. This is my husband, Taran

[For the first time, Dinia Kenan and the alleged husband figure showed themselves in public. The two looked to be in the middle with their baby, Ditrian Kenan. Many wonder why Dinia used her surname behind the name of the Child. Until it was suspected that Dinia had lived without marriage with her husband.]

The news comes after on Sunday, Dinia and her family went to play golf. Today one of their colleagues, the chairman of the Purple Corporation, invited them to meet.

"I'm really amazed by you. Negative news out there doesn't bother business at all. In fact I saw a rise in stocks and earnings," the man praised.

"You don't have to give excessive praise, sir. I was just carrying out what should be my duty" Dinia replied. Accompanied by a glass of tea, they sat next to the golf room before playing.

It is common knowledge that luxury sports become a means to do business. Investors and business people chatted while measuring the ball's blow to a hole far away.

"How is Mr. Ernesto Kenan. I haven't heard him back in the world."

"My grandfather is fine. He became healthier after he retired. Well, it's my turn and my husband's turn to move things forward." Dinia holds Taran's hand. Spreading rumors the fastest is among socialites. Not to mention they are familiar with the artist. From the perpetrators of the art the news was passed on to journalists.

The Purple leader's wife caught a glimpse of it. He could immediately conclude that Dinia's relationship was truly genuine.

"Mr Taran must have helped you a lot."

Dinia. He hugged Taran's arm. Of course the staff is flattering. Because Dinia is a person who often throws stones and hides hands.

"He's very clever. Some of the policies I took were the result of his thinking." Dinia's eyes turned to look at Taran.

In an uncomfortable position, Taran smiled. "It is my duty. All this time I didn't give him much of what he wanted. Therefore, I dedicate myself to being behind and providing support." Taran chooses the safest answer.

"I'm really curious about the way you work Sir. I hope Mr. Kenan can give you the opportunity to be independent. Couples don't always have to be together. There's a time to do something different."

Dinia's hand grabbed the tea glass. "As you can see, Sir. My husband is very handsome. Therefore I have to take care of him much more than other wives take care of their husbands" Dinia replied.

Finished drinking tea and eating snacks, the four of them took to the field. Purple leaders showed ability. Decades of experience, makes him smart.

"Taran, don't disappoint me, will you?" pinta Dinia with spoiled.

Despite saying with a sweet tone and a radiant face, Taran still realized that it was a threat. "Good, baby."

When saying that word there felt a bitterness in Taran's esophagus. His tongue was twisted and his whole body felt like it was filled with ice. A caddy brought a golf club. Taran accept that thing. He prepares. In one blow, the ball soared far beyond the previous lead.

"It seems Miss Dinia did not go overboard in praising you Mr. Taran." Purple's leader chuckled as he got a balanced opponent.

They continue the game and Taran wins it. "So I think it's impossible. Although many, the most supportive is the surrounding community. It is the region whose income is lowest among other regions. Sure enough, that place wasn't within their reach." Taran gave advice.

"We can make visitors from other regions."

Taran refused again. "You think it'll be that easy? What is the reason for the toll road being integrated with a luxury complex? Because people don't like to get stuck. Then you give the option of shopping to a place away from home?"

"Can we meet in person next time. I'd like to discuss all this with you." The man extended a hand.

"Maybe I'll take my time" Taran replied.

They left the golf course with a heart of relief. The man's wife is an official DW fashion customer. He also brought other members. Now the Husband wants to have a stake in DW Fashion. Dinia happens to be offering shares of the proceeds of exemption from corrupt leadership.

"It looks like this time we'll make it too. You did a good role." Dinia patted Taran's shoulder three times.

"We better get home. Dilig does not like to wait long. Moreover you go with me," asked Taran.

Both entered the car. Taran is driving. Until in the middle of the trip, Taran bought a bouquet of blue flowers.

At that time someone took a picture of him. Upon arriving home, Dinia took a picture with the bouquet and uploaded it to social media.

[Fix, Dinia has no doubt about it]

[Actually they are compatible when it comes to the face. But their caste is different]

[I wonder why anyone feels troubled just because of his male background. That's true love. Dinia though rich, she is more attractive because she is beautiful]

Get off the car, it feels relieved to bring comments on every content himself and Taran. "Where is it, Miss?" Dinia was just looking for her son.

"As you can see, Young Master is on the stairs," replied the nanny.

Dinia approach the boy. "Sorry, huh? You can't wait for Mama."

Ditrian glanced to the right and left sides. His mother didn't bring anything. "Mama, Ian needs, get it," replied Ditrian.

"If you're hungry, it's better to say Miss. Why are they being detained?" Dinia.

"Ian don't want to. Tugu Mama buy it." It means that Ditrian wants to be bought by-by.

"Papa take this." Taran reached into the pocket. Ditrian saw Taran's hand bring chocolate.

"Papa, Ian is not ceteles," said Ditrian.

"What is chocolate related to stress?" Taran wonder.

"Goul mongrel, ceteles cokat." It easily absorbs information from around.

"Then, Papa added." Taran sat crouched down in front of Ditrian. "Chocolate is a cure for stress and a good meal for a sweet child. Didrian want?"

"OK, Papa. Mau kali's. This is Papa gateng." Ditrian hugged Taran and kissed the man's cheek.

Dinia watches them. Ditrian's smile was always glistened every time he was with Taran. For mothers, a child's smile is everything. "Ditrian needs Taran," inner Dinia.

"Mama, want some?" Ditrian offered his mother.

"No. Mama's gonna get fat." Dinia refuses.

"Why? Mama Culuh Ian is upset, Mama doesn't want to?" Ditrian felt it to be the greatest mystery in the world.

"Not to think about. You just eat. Mother's most dear son." Dinia rubs the head of Ditrian.

Taran help open the chocolate packaging. The couple sat there together. Ditria is in Taran's lap.

"Lian helan's. Ian gini jidat." Ditrian pointed at his forehead.

"What's it because of?" Taran asked.

"Why not car on them."

"Why?" Dinia is in the conversation.

"Ian is not disgusted. That's what? Gasna. Mama, what's the diem comp? Street car. Just like that gas!" Ditrian asked a difficult question.

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