Father of My Son 2
46. happy reasons

"Do you see this room?" Gustavo shows the office that Pablo originally occupied. Of course Taran has been here, delivering some important files from Dinia. He never expected, the man sitting there was his half-brother.

"It will be yours" said Gustavo.

"How many times have I told you, I will never take someone else's property" Taran said.

"Until when will I suffer a loss because of Pablo's stupidity? Therefore, I want you here, to arrange everything. If necessary, make this company bigger than the Kenan Group." From his eyes, it was obvious that Gustavo was very excited.

"You need to know. What can I do all this time about the idea of Dinia Kenan, my wife. He has a strategy. I just follow. So, don't expect much." Taran was not even willing to just sit on his guest's sofa.

"You don't want to meet your mother? I can take you there," bargained Gustavo.

Taran smiled cunningly. "What kind of parents do you mean. Because somehow I don't want any of that at all. The mother who gave birth to me only by mistake and the father who considered me a disgrace."

"No. Where could I be. You see—"

"If it wasn't for Pablo Rubey's incompetence, your whole life wouldn't have been looking for me. Even if you know, you just want to eliminate me from this world. You think I don't know anything? Wrong!" Taran looked at his shoes. "You're not my family."

A few minutes later, a staff member arrived. He knocked on the door of the room. "Sir, there's a cop coming. They want to find Mr. Taran, the staff said.

Gustavo clenched his hands. Taran was relieved that his gesture reached the Kenan family. "Tell them, there's no right for them to take my son!"

"Good, Sir." The staff nodded. They're trying to keep the police down there.

"Don't let your reputation get worse just for keeping me in here, sir."

Gustavo looked annoyed. "You don't know it's lucky! Prefer to be the babu of the family rather than be the king of his own family!" snapped Gustavo.

How hard the police had taken Taran, Gustavo kept coming up with ways to keep the man there. The longer, Tarab got bored as well. Although the dream used to be able to fall and be given a good meal. In fact, in this situation it is not at all pleasant.

Far away there Pablo kicked the desk. "How can you still let the boy live?" ask Pablo to his staff.

"In your father's residence, the guard is strict, sir." Staff reasons.

"If I can't be the heir, neither can the man! Even though my father would hate me for the rest of my life, I would rather have him die! Do immediately. Find people who can be counted on to do it all!" Pablo is stubborn. As a legitimate child, of course he feels most entitled to have.

Pablo rubbed his head. "Master, the Kenan Family seems eager for Taran Green to be returned to their families. Do we need to give help? I think it's beneficial to repair the relationship."

Pablo raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Rubey has refused to cooperate with Kenan because of hate. However, imagine what you will get on cooperation. Not only did you gain an advantage, but revenge on your real father."

Pablo nodded. "True, my dad hates Kenan a lot. I don't have a problem with that. Then Dinia, that's right. Where would I want to be with my father's bastard son! Let's see how Gustavo will be destroyed when I submit to Kenan Group."

"Then what about Taran Green. Do we just let him?"

Pablo laughing. "You guys are confusing me. Let me think first."

Since Pablo's weakness was only one, he was wishy-washy and could not make decisions. The staff alone until feel anxious made Pablo.

"Sir, it's best to make a quick decision before it's too late."

"Who told you to say that, I have to consider it first!" Pablo went back and forth in his office. "Do you know if the man wants my father's treasure or not?"

"Do I need to find out?"

"That means our man needs to infiltrate and meet Mr. Taran."

Pablo stared at them sharply. "Sure! I have to have a guarantee. If he doesn't want to, finish it!" Pablo's assertiveness.

The staff quickly walked out of the room. "If he dies, I go to jail. That's not a good thing either. At least I should be able to roast my father's treasure and not let the mistress' daughter take a single piece of money!"

At the hospital, Ditrian was busy. He filled the water into a glass and brought it to his mother. "Drink. Mama prick Ian, drink a little bit of a kiliput. Mamana Ian is finely beautiful," said Ditrian.

Dinia winks her eyes. "Ditrian, does Papa stay with Mama forever?" ask Dinia.

Ditrian grunting. "Papa. Bial aja pegi too. Mom puna Ian. Old bedua too." Ditrian ruffled his waist while nagging.

"Mama doesn't deserve to be happy, does she?" Dinia.

"That?" Ditrian get on the chair. The boy snaps and glares. "Kalo Ian is not cool. I like Papa. Ian, isn't he, baby? Bad mama!" Predicted most views.

Hearing that Dinia regained consciousness. He forgot how happiness came with each look at his son's cuteness. "Mama's hug, please."

"No! Ian is hagain. Papa agi, be sincere. Ian!" Ditrian get off the chair. He ran to the wall and put his forehead there.

"Sorry" said Dinia.

Titrian's hand is up. "What's Ian. Genuine snacks, expensive buying toys. Ian is not happy. Make milk joints, can't. Gravely. Papa can all."

Hidden Dinia. Since yesterday he had been sad himself without thinking about the feelings of the little boy. Ditrian must be lonely. He only has Dina.

"Mama smile. Look at the cute Ditrian. You stay there like a duck child" said Dinia.

Ditrian. "No! Ian milip buluang," he protested.

"Where do bears not like to eat fish?" Dinia.

Ditrian. "Remove you!" point at.

"No way." Dinia covers her face with a pillow.

Ditrian climbed into the patient's chair and bed. "Mama, Ian's not a duck!" The boy pulled Dinia's pillow. But his mother was still in her original position. Before long lowered the pillow and tickled Ditrian to laugh.

Bia bari came after changing clothes. Wanting to enter, he heard the laughter of his son and grandson inside. Bia peeked then closed the door. He let Dinia and Ditrian spend some time together.

"Mama? Napa jali's giving me a ring?" Ditrian pointed at his mother's ring finger.

"The thumbs are big," answered Dinia.

"Not."

"Keep what?" Of course Dinia was astonished, what other answer was possible.

"Please give me money, Ian," replied the boy.

"Do you know where that joke came from?" Dinia laughed out loud.