Father of My Son 2
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"It's bigini?" ask Ditrian. Just following the drawing tutorial from Taran, sweat has poured out of his forehead like a creek. The hand moves slowly and is slightly pressed. Fortunately the paper Taran provides is strong enough to not tear, plus there is a folding table into a base.

"It's pretty good. You learn fast," praise Taran.

They were on Taran's bed. Ditrian brought blankets and pillows, he said he wanted to stay overnight. It turns out that there is something that the child is pursuing, asking to be taught to make a picture of a bear.

"What is this, is this sincere?" Ditrian was impatient even though after failing, he managed to make a circle that on his left was slightly dented.

"Eyes. Make it a little small here."

This part is the hardest for Ditrian. Since then, the results must have been too big to get out of the circle of the head. "Do you want Papa to hold her hand?" tawar Taran's.

"No crap, Ian wants to be proud. Make this cindili cumua." He began to concentrate. Hands turned, this time it worked.

"One more on the right." Taran still gives tips.

The hand of Ditrian shifted somewhat. In the right place, he began to try out the new found ways before. It's half a turn.

"Down! Not sleeping?" Dinia appeared to open the door of the room and made Ditrian startled. The boy fell silent, seeing one of his eyes shaped like a cheese cake, not perfectly round.

"What's wrong, we make a new one" Taran asked to wipe his son's head.

"What are you guys?" Dinia is still not sensitive to what her son is fighting for.

Ditrian's lips were trembling. Before long his eyes were wet and came out loud cries. "Ian bulusaha, Mama's shocked. Ian lusak gabalna's. Don't want Ian, it's hard." Ditrian stood up and hugged his father tightly. He just wants to run away.

Dinia saw what Ditrian meant. He felt guilty and sad. "Sorry, Son. Mama described want?"

"No. Bikin. But nyelah Ian. It was benelin. Mama failed," protested Ditrian with a decapitated voice. Obviously, he was disappointed with what happened.

"here. Let Mama carry." Dinia reach body of Ditrian. He patted the boy's back until it started to calm down. Not long after, Ditrian stopped crying. He looked at his mother's face.

"You sit here. Where's pencil?" Dinia grab stationery on the table. "Hold it."

Just according to. On top of the new sheet he will start. Dinia held Ditrian's hand above. He repeated several times how to make a circle. It is applied the same way. Keep Dinia doing repetitions until Ditrian finished making what he wants.

"Cool!" yang Dinia and Taran gave a clap of hands.

However, Ditrian fell silent. "ugly. Nice Papa make. Gambal Ian Papa." The boy threw away his own drawing and took a piece of paper on his father.

"Keep what you're trying to do if you don't appreciate yourself, Donto!" dinia's nagging. He rattled his hair so hot.

"It's a prank."

Dinia laughs miris. "Snakes, but it's crying."

At the end of the activity, Ditrian yawned. "Time to sleep." Taran lower the table and other equipment to the side of the bed. He laid down Ditrian and enveloped the boy. Dinia is lying. The position of the Ditrian was in their middle.

"It's tiring up protect." Ditrian said relieved.

Slowly due to her mother's gentle rubbing on her forehead, Ditrian fell asleep as well. Taran looked at the boy deeply. Sometimes the man blinked.

"From yesterday afternoon, I saw you daydreaming. What's the matter, Pa?" ask Dinia curious.

Taran looks at the wife's face. "If I were the son of a bad man, would you hate me?" tanya Taran makes a mark.

"No. It was your parents' doing. Some people who foster you are good. The education depends on the environment as well as after adulthood. Example me. When I was a kid, I was a very sweet kid. As soon as I went to school and met a friend of the bar, I followed. Not to mention my brother Dio, he can most make me misbehave. Like from Papa's son and Mama only Kak Divan is good." Dinia reminisces about her childhood.

"Come on, why ask me that. How mean then? I'm doing fine. That means they want me to be the same as you?" Dinia was trying to understand what Taran was saying.

"That's not important. Sleep away. You must be tired." Taran switched their conversation.

"I'm curious." Dinia squinted.

"I'm sleepy. If so, stay alone." Taran closed his eyes first.

Dinia shakes her husband's body. "You need to be clear with me, what does that mean?" the girl's nagging.

Who would have thought his voice had made Ditrian wake up. Child rising. "What a mulu bisilic. He needs a pelipasi. Not a good-natured boboo, Ian an adult crow," he protested, pulling a blanket and carrying a pillow.

"Where are you going?" tanya Taran saw Ditrian coming down.

Ditrian's body turned around. "Tidul cidili yummy more." He snorted and walked out of the room.

Dinia giggling. "He knew what his mother wanted" he said.

"He's sprained on you! You're weird!" Taran pinch cheeks Dinia. The woman got up and got out of bed. "You want to go back to your room, too?"

Dinia shook her head. He's out following Ditrian. Before long Dinia closed and locked the door. "Ditrian is sleeping" he said.

"here." Taran patted on his bedside. Dinia up and crawled. Taran pulls his wife's arm into his arms. Instantly after looking at each other, their lips intertwined up to several times.

"Please?" taran Pinta.

"What?" Dinia raised her eyebrows until her forehead wrinkled.

"Your clothes."

Now Dinia's smile looks ugly. He went up on Taran's lap. He pulled the man's collar until Taran's lips came back. "Open yourself" whispered Dinia into Taran's ear.

In the morning, something similar happened. This time Ditrian looked into Dinia's room first. Since it was empty, he went to Taran's locked room.

"Young master wants Sanchez to be ushered into the office again?" bargain waiter.

"Ian eat cini. Play house first. Papa cama kacian lapat, splint. Ian doesn't understand, miss what's more," the boy replied accordingly.

"So you want to eat right away?"

Ditrian raised his hand and moved it. "Miss, Ian was handsome. Eat the ham."

"Yes already, then, Miss prepare for Mr to take a shower, huh?"

Ditrian walked into the room, dragging a dinosaur doll. The child plays the slide while waiting for the water in the bathroom full and given a lot of foam.

"Sir, it's ready," asked Miss.

Ditrian went into the bathroom. "Miss tugu lual. Ian needs a kidili. Banak pikil-pikil," Pitrian ink.

"Master be careful, huh?" Miss chose to wait in the room.

Ditrian went into the tub. He brought duck and rubber dino as friends. "Blo, this is a banak. Ian took a shower for a while, huh?"