Father of My Son 2
33. Whore

Dinia cradled Ditrian to fall asleep. Taran was still sitting there. The man looked at how Dinia loved Ditrian so much.

"I think he has the right to meet his father, Dinia. Even if it's hard for you," Taran suggested.

"His father went not knowing where. It has not been found yet," replied Dinia.

"You didn't have any contact with his father at all?" Taran curious.

Dinia. Dinia was confused as to whether she should be honest with Taran about her true origin. "He's got Papa, right?"

Taran was silent for a long time. "One day, I'm not her father anymore."

Now there is a long gap between the two of them. "Taran, you want to be Ditrian's father forever? You want to love her?" ask Dinia.

"I've always loved Ditrian, even if I wasn't his father." Taran's phone rang, the man quickly picked it up.

"What's Goul?" ask Taran.

"There are people who enter the Miss' office secretly" the man replied.

"How do you know? Aren't you still on vacation?" ask Taran wonder.

"CCTV is connected to HPku. Did you forget?" reply Goul.

Taran thinks it's an emergency. He called security there. "Wait for me, Dinia. I have something to do." Taran left Dinia's room.

The woman stared long at the door. Dinia rubs chest. "I'm in love with her?" dinia asked confused.

While Taran arrived at the office. The place was crowded with police officers. "How, Sir? What do I need to help?"

"You who?"

"I'm Taran Calisto Green, I'm Dinia Kenan's husband" Taran said.

"Master, we haven't gotten the perpetrator. Only you're checking CCTV hoping to find the perpetrator's fingerprints" police said.

"Do I need to coordinate with some building owners?" Taran must be able to work with the police.

"For now let the building's CCTV be the source of data. For the next time, we will contact you. Let us contact them" replied the police.

Taran was asked to check if any files were missing. He was surprised because Dinia's design was not found. "I'm sure it has something to do with business. Please find it quickly because design is very important."

Taran was not calm. He wanted to say this to Dinia, but did not want to see the woman sad.

After a night of questioning, Taran returned home. Dinia just came out of the room. "How's it?"

"You don't go down, huh? Your design book is gone" Taran said.

Dinia chuckles. "The black one?"

"That's what you're going to give to a tailor, right?"

Dinia laughed off. "Which fool does that. He should have confirmed it first. It was indeed a clothing design, belonging only to the company of others. Print results from the internet," said Dinia.

"Then the real one?"

"There's in my room" replied the woman. Design is the source of the company. Maybe he was after that.

"Then, I'll tell the police." Taran was about to pull out the phone. "No! Hold first. We use this situation to scare the opponent."

"You mean?"

Dinia near Taran. Her nightshirt skirt moves pretty here and there.

"We'll call the media as if we're losing a valuable item. We make the opponent feel like he is winning. Let them design and claim it. What do you think happened?" Dinia tilted her head to the right and left sides spoiled.

"really. He knows that design is just a reference. Surely if it is cheated, it will be similar to those on the internet," added Dinia. He's really smart. Honey, just for the sly stuff.

Sanchez was sitting on the side of the road. He made a pact with someone he trusted a lot. "How's it?" ask the guy. A sample containing hair.

"This is what you mean?" ask the man sitting in the car and bring down the window.

"really. Does Gustavo know?"

"Of course not. I got this from one of his services. I'll make sure it's valid" the man said.

"Thank you very much. Oh yes, this is information about Miss Dinia that you should give to Rubey. It's up to you to give it to whichever one, same."

"Good." The man left in his car. Sanchez is back where he's on vacation.

The sleep-deprived Taran finally lay down that afternoon. Dinia went to the office to see the conditions there. He asked his secretary to contact the media.

Standing in front of the reporters in the building's ballroom, Dinia began to feign tears. He was as unwilling as if he had lost something that was extremely fatal.

"I think this is too cruel. It's like trying to shut down our business. The opponent should be able to compete fairly. In fact this dirty way shows what their brain qualities are like." The fiery eyes of Dinia.

"Is there anything you suspect, Miss?" ask one of the reporters.

"I strongly consider my business rivals positive. None of which I thought would do this to me. I felt like I was betrayed."

The reporter looked at Dinia iba. "He was very kind" they commented. Due to one problem, Dinia gained two advantages at once.

"Are you really not going to tell us what's missing, Miss?"

Dinia. Of course he'll say. He just needs to do the drama first. "I'm afraid to say it. I am only a woman and a mother. They were afraid to attack my son" Dinia said.

"We will support you! Just tell Miss Dinia!"

Right, that's what Dinia expected. "My design book is gone. I don't have a recap. I've been studying clothing design for a long time" Dinia replied. Removed tears that drip on the cheeks.

"May the culprit be found, Miss."

"I can't claim that design either because I haven't registered it with a copyright agency. My position is really weak."

After the event, Dinia walked to the emergency room because the private office was still used as a collection point.

"Scan Sanchez go home right now. Tell him I'll add the overtime pay" Dinia said.

"Good, Miss." His secretary called Sanchez.

In the house of Taran who was dreaming, called the name Dinia. Ditrian who quietly entered the room sat beside her while giggling.

"Dinia, don't cry anymore" Taran's pinta.

"Papa tidul crap. What's his name tuh. Muluntul," cried Ditrian. The boy rubbed Taran's hair. "Ental Papa Bestie, Mama agi kelja cali money."

Taran felt a tickle in his head. When he woke up, Taran was shocked to see Ditrian there. "What are you again? Why is it here."

"Papa nangis sincere. Ian wireil," replied Ditrian.

"I cry? No way," said Taran.

"Yes, Papa gini. Dinias. Pagil Mama's. Kangen, Papa?" titrian Tegur.

Taran was shocked. "Ditrian, don't you tell Mama about it" Talan said.

"Why?"