Father of My Son 2
30. your friend

"It can't be that coincidence, Miss," Sanchez commented.

Dinia keeps index finger on lips. "It could be Sanchez. Remember, women's instincts are never wrong" said Dinia.

"Although that is the case, we must be rational. Although the place and age are the same, not necessarily. Moreover, how could Mr. Gustavo not recognize his own son."

Dinia grunting. "The name is twenty-five years apart, let alone the child. Nemu own hair is not necessarily aware," said Dinia.

"I'll find out more." Sanchez left the room.

Dinia is now sitting in her chair. He's looking for the pen. "I think I should give Taran a position. If he is not clear gini, there will be people to lower him. Especially Chris." Dinia occasionally uses the tip of the pen to scratch the hair. If you are joining, Dinia can linger with that position.

"About what job title would fit Taran, huh?" thought Dinia. Long time he was there on foot, finally Dinia took the most extraordinary middle road, voting.

The activity invited all elements in his fashion company. Every person who fills out must give a reason.

Dinia becomes a person who has access to read the advice of the employee.

[Managers. Because Mr. Taran is very caring for the staff. Especially women]

"Down! You striped crocodile! Watch you!" Reading it even made Dinia upset to the heart.

[CEOS. Mr. Taran is very qualified in making business strategies.]

"If he's CEO, I have to step down. That's right!" Dinai still does not like this idea.

[DW Fashion Brand Ambassador. Because he's handsome charming]

"Who's the guy who sent this? Not polite!" Thrown tablet PC onto table.

Taran certainly got that voting message. He was shocked incredible. "Why is she doing it again?" Massaged forehead. Somehow his legally legitimate wife always behaved miraculously.

Until finally, even though voting is not the most, Taran remains as a strategy manager. The reason is funny, because the staff there is entirely male. "What if there's a girl?" thought Taran.

The man came to the company to make an impromptu handover. "Dinia, this doesn't feel like a comedy. Wherever possible the office can be moved count the days."

"It's for my sake, so the other employees should not at all refuse. Remember, making Dinia disappointed is the same as making the whole world sad." Dinia smiled sweetly as if pleased with her decision which was immediately approved by the board members.

"So your staff is happy. No need to overdo it," Taran's ink.

"You are my husband. Rather than you being called unemployed many events, you better have a clear job. You must support this wife and child." Dinia winks a prickly eye.

"I'll just leave it to you. I'm sure no matter how hard I refuse, you'll end up doing a lot of things to get me to give up."

"Smart." Dinia rubbed Taran's cheek gently. Taran just smiled a little. "Tomorrow you start work. You can check the room there."

Taran nodded. Just coming out, he was blocked by Ditrian. "Follow Papa. It was a leak kali. Play kids cumua cana!"

"You're still a kid, too, Ditrian." Taran carried the boy.

"Lian devaca. I have been keja money banak. Ian was not crying. The boy was crying. Tweak is besalin."

They stepped away from Dinia's office. "What's the problem?"

"It's a tampal," replied Ditrian innocently. "He should cry. The same good friend please," Pinta Taran.

"It's not first."

"Why before?"

"You can't accept him because he's pretentious to be boss. You're the boss's son in this company?"

"Yes. Take Ian in the morning. Don't like. Beci kale."

Arriving downstairs, as Taran was about to take delivery, someone called his name. Taran turned around, shocked to see the woman.

"You forgot about me? It's me, Betty" the woman pointed to herself.

Ditrian shook his head. "Mama's boss knows, papa's ental pelang. Mama's medelak emotions," suggested Ditrian whispering.

"Mama won't care" Taran replied.

"How are you doing? Work here now?" ask Taran to the woman.

"Yes. I'm going to apply for work here. He said he was receiving cleaning service. But who is this boy?" ask Betty astonished.

"You didn't hear the news on television, he's my real son. His mother's superior is here" Taran said.

I look sorry to that woman. Though at first he who stayed away befriended Taran only because he had a rich girlfriend. Now suddenly asked the news.

"How did you meet your boss? That's beyond reason." Betty showed her base attitude.

"Why indeed? Taran is smart and handsome. It's natural that women like and chase him. Wh why? You don't accept me overtaking?" reprimand Dinia suddenly into the lobby.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I think you're great at being able to accept Taran for who he is." Betty praised.

"You mean because he's so poor? Free with rich men, but can't do anything. Don't be too picky, later you can be a real woman." Unknowingly Dinia was hurting her own words.

Without her marriage to Taran, she would probably remain a single parent in front of others. Where there is history of marriage.

"Ma, bujuang dapet Talan. Ental kiss Papa," Pitrian's ink is pumping.

"Dinia, you can't misunderstand me like my friend. He and I have known him since childhood. There's nothing between us" Taran explained.

Dinia stared at the woman sharply from head to toe. Still not feeling good. "What are you so close to?" interrogation of the wife.

"Once we were classmate of the key stage one. That's why we spent time together when we got home from school" Betty explained.

"She never got close to women. Keep this what?" dinia Tegur.

"I mean as close as a girlfriend, I don't have. Just a regular friend." Taran was also confused as to why he should come explain.

"Get in and bring Ditrian. I need to find out about your life" Dinia said with a still-steady body.

"Why should that be?" Taran objected. He also needs what is called privacy.

"We can talk while watching a music show" Dinia invited to the home theater.

Taran looked at the backs of the two women who were getting away. "Dinya what's wrong eating? it seems like last night's trauma caused her brain problems. Since when do I care about people I know?" inner Taran.

This is the first time Betty has seen a place like this. Two sat in one of the chairs. "You applied here because of vacancies, or Taran? I can see it from your eyes."

"Sorry, Miss. I need this job. My parents are sick. So I wanted to ask Taran for help. I didn't realize this was wrong" Betty said.

"New Green's here pretty far. You are brave too. Baby, I have something to take care of. Therefore, you will join my staff later. He'll take care of you." Dinia said casually.

"I won't be hurt, will I?"