Father of My Son 2
41. This is what it means?

Love is the most unique thing in the world. When two hearts that are initially like the same magnetic poles and repel each other, then one willingly changes. So that it blends into a story of shahdu in the tone of longing.

Taran held onto Dinia's hand, finding within her the gaze of the woman. "Hold the pain?" ask the man, making sure Dinia will not run away and stay in position.

"Slowly."

Taran chuckles. "It's just that if it's slow, the pain is getting longer."

"Select ekpress only if so," replied Dinia.

Taran followed an increasingly clear instinct to lead the stages into twilight as the sun began to dissipate in the horizon line. The ship began to pass, smashed by the light of the lighthouse.

There was a long honking sound, the sign of the ship asking for the door to be opened. The waves crashing, blocking the way. The ship did not lose. He continued to use his powerful steam power and anchored comfortably inside.

The storm on the beach that night was untouched by humans. There are only starfish foraging, filling a hungry stomach. The tide returned, soaking the land that he did not reach during the day.

Tonight someone loses and finds. The beach that has been touched by its speakers. The mangrove trees around can no longer cover up to the mobs inside there. Only one prayer of the beach, let only the speaker enter there, nothing else.

When the two eyelids of Taran opened, under there Dinia breathed strongly. Sweaty pouring. The woman was still beautiful even though her hair was messy and her makeup started to wear off. Taran ended with the final prize and flopped down beside Dinia.

Her burly arms hugged Dinia tightly, kissing the curve of the neck a sign of gratitude for the struggle together tonight. "She is still holy, has no experience with women" Dinia quipped in a decapitated voice.

"Because you. My cat's out of the cage." Taran whispered fondly in Dinia's ear.

"I'll keep being the fish." They both laughed even though they were weak. "I'm so tired, Taran."

"Just sleep. I'm sleepy too."

Until the morning came, they woke up because of the voice of Ditrian. Dinia's hand rubbed her eyes. When he got up, no longer did he hear the child crying.

Taran was still asleep. The bed was a mess, their clothes were even stuck in the television closet. Dinia press cheek Taran. "Wake up, my husband." The woman kissed Taran's cheek.

However, Taran's hand grabbed Dinia's body and held her. "You again" he asked.

"You don't work. The boss will scold." Dinia pinch cheek Taran.

"My boss was once more affectionate with her husband," Taran's reply made them both laugh.

"Take me to the bathroom, will you? It hurts so much. You were too rude."

Taran woke up lazy. He tidied up the disheveled hair because Dinia was snapped many times last night.

After the shower, the two just came out of the room. Although Taran was still wearing clothes last night because his clothes were in another room. The waiter looked at each other. Because it was ten in the morning, but his boss just woke up from sleep.

"Miss, where are you going?" dinia asked not to find her son in the room.

"Follow with Mr. Sanchez, Miss. He said he wanted to go to the office because he believed you were there" explained the waiter.

"Don't you tell me I'm in the room?" Dinia was a bit surprised.

"It has. Since Mr. Ditrian knocked and Miss didn't come out, she's not sure what I said."

Dinia twisting eyeballs. It's also wrong not to immediately wake up and look for his son. "What's wrong. I'll catch up later. Is breakfast ready?"

"I'll warm it up again. It was served early this morning. You're never usually late for breakfast." Waiter to the kitchen.

Dinia's cheeks flushed. "It's all because of Taran."

The couple went to the office together. On the way they had passed through the company owned by Rubey. There was a big demo there because of plagiarism.

"I heard he said the Rubey company was going to do a major overhaul of the leadership."

Dinia smiled small. "Really sad, family companies are taken over by others simply because their descendants are incompetent. Gustavo Rubey must be ashamed to have a son like Pablo."

Arriving at the office, Dinia and Taran led each other. They stood in front of the elevator until the door opened. Look at each other and smile small. "You go up after us" Taran said.

"Good, Sir."

Dinia and Taran get into the elevator. The trip upstairs was long. As soon as the door closed, they hugged each other. "There's CCTV" point to Dinia.

"Wild." Taran kissed Dinia's lips with heat. His eyes glanced towards the floor indicator. Arriving on the floor where the office is, Taran just let go.

They both fix clothes. The guards at the same time closed their eyes. They were surprised to see the sight.

"Same?" asked one hoping not to see that rare sight.

Slowly they opened their eyes. "Who's the crazy guy who says they're married is just a setting. That's what?" The senior guard patted the head of one of his subordinates.

"It usually looks cold." Subordinate pengilah.

Taran waved his hand in the middle of the room. They have to separate from here. Sometimes the two turned to look at each other.

"Danger, I'm starting to get addicted to seeing him," Taran's inner clap on the forehead. The staff at the door bowed a sign of respect. Nothing strange at the time. Everything is still normal.

As soon as he opened the door of the room, Taran saw a figure he respected a lot. "Greetings to the Chairman" Taran said.

"During not meeting. How's Dinia doing? I haven't seen him." Divan sat in Taran's chair.

"Have been at work as usual. What happened to Rubey seemed to make Miss's mental recovery easier" Taran explained.

"What about design? You guys work really well." Divan propped his chin with both hands. Taran was still standing, showing his respect.

"Sit. It's not like we've officially become brother and sister-in-law."

Taran is still a bit shy. "About that, I'm sorry. But really, I really love Miss Kenan."

"really?" Divan looks in disbelief.

"How shall I prove it, sir?"

Divan straightened her body position. "Which one will you choose? Dinia or your family?" Divan gave a trapping statement.

"Dinia is my family. Ditrian. So I will choose family" Taran said.

"Then with your other family?"

"It's not that I've left them and worked fi here."

Divan shook his head. "Not that one. But your real family. Your mother and father."

Taran took a moment's look. "They never considered me family. Why should I do that to them?"

Divan chuckles. "While they're people?"

"I don't want to have and be entitled to it. Garbage won't return to the owner's house, sir." Taran showed the hardness of his heart.