Father of My Son 2
the chapter 54

"This is your house?" dinia asked with high curiosity.

"Yes." Yeah."

"From baby?" The woman looked around. He just sat on the sofa in the middle room.

"I slept there." Taran pointed at the room beside the television.

"Why not in the room?"

Taran just smiled faintly. "There's no place anymore. Indeed why? There's a mattress I can move anywhere I like." Taran smiled as if it was a happy memory he wanted to repeat.

"Cold Taran." Dinia's hand held her husband.

"Ian want bobo cana too," pinta Ditrian. Dinia glanced sharply at her son. "What's wrong?"

"hey are. You can have a fever and catch a cold. Now there is a room. Sleep like a normal person" Dinia said.

The father and son looked down in lethargy. They did not dare if Dinia had glared. The door of the house opened, Taran's father came in and smiled at them. Wheelchair driven foster sister.

"Papa." Taran cheered the man.

"It feels good to be back home." Taran's father had just finished touring the village to greet the neighbors.

"certainly so. I'm the same." Taran crouched down and held his father's hand. The man cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, because of my marriage, Papa has to hide."

"What's wrong. Even there I lack nothing. Different from here. It's just that old man wants him to have a sharing friend. You now have a wife." The eyes of his father Taran glanced at Dinia.

Lekas Dinia stood up, approached the man and crouched down beside Taran. "Papa, I'm Dinia, Taran's wife. Greetings. Sorry to meet Papa today."

Taran's father smiled. Another with his brother who actually threw away his face because of annoyance. "I know Miss, son. The big miss from the family was very kayaking in Livetown. I feel it's a dream to see Miss here, let alone be the wife of this brat."

"Papa doesn't have to say that. I'm also Papa's son. If anything just say it." Even though Dinia showed a friendly face, still her father Taran was disinclined. They are different like heaven and earth.

Sitting on the sofa, the family had a long pause. Taran's father was confused as to what to ask his son-in-law. Not only because Dinia was the first daughter-in-law, the man was afraid of the Kenan family who was famous for having power so that officials did not dare to nudge them.

"If anyone wants Papa to ask, that's okay." Dinia tried to continue to show her friendly attitude. However, still his father and brother Taran only shook their heads.

"Look, Miss. About education and everything we already know."

"Papa really doesn't want to know about my feelings for Taran? What kind of nature am I?" Dinia gives options.

"If it is, it is certain that you love her Miss. How could you want to be with him if there were no feelings. Miss Kenan's attitude is definitely kind and honorable." His brother Taran answered.

"You could have, brother. I'm glad to be praised that way. I'll give you a present later."

Ditrian and Taran elbow each other. "Beautiful mom," praised Ditrian.

"Thank you, sweetie." Dinia rubbed the head of Ditrian. The boy was looking forward to the gift offer, nothing.

"Why is Ian differentin, Pa?" tanya Ditrian is confused.

Before long they were there, Dinia and Taran had to leave. "When are you here again?" asked his father while holding Taran's hand.

"soon. I have to work there. Papa take good care of yourself. I won't forget Papa." Taran hugged his father before he got in the car.

The journey from New Green to Heren took a long time. They fell asleep all the way until they got home.

"You better sleep. I think you're tired," Taran suggested while holding a Titrian who was still not awake. In fact, the boy occasionally chanted the words ice cream and dino.

"Back to maybe, honey. You've been driving all day." Dinia was in her husband's arms.

"I'm hungry." Taran.

"I am too."

"Miss, prepare us a meal," Dinia asked as she entered the house. The whole house greeted them at the door.

"Good, Miss. As your request."

Taran take Ditrian to his room. He put the boy on the bed. Ditrian suddenly sat down, but his eyes were still open. "Papa, don't you start Ian?"

"What bargain?" Taran was a bit surprised as well.

"Eat."

"You hungry too?"

"Yes. Ian's pelut. Ian ain't."

"Wake up first." Taran invites his son to open his eyes.

Ditrian lay back down. "Eat there, wake up."

"You are lazy." Taran hugs Ditrian and kisses his forehead. The man went to the dining room.

The next day Taran and Dinia went to the office as usual. Getting out of the car, they were immediately visited by many journalists. Taran protect the Ditrian in sling.

"Miss Dinia, is it true that you deliberately acquired Rubey's company for the sake of your husband?"

"I don't have any relationship with the Rubey family" Taran said.

"The whole world already knows that you're Gustavo Rubey's biological son, sir. What do you think of this?"

"Birth does not mean there is a relationship. Mr. Gustavo admitted to my husband after he was this mature. My husband refused any form of Mr. Rubey's giving. So don't always connect!" Dinia gave a firm statement.

"I'm an out-of-wedlock child, Miss. Can I legally be recognized?" Taran turned the question around. The reporter could not answer. Dinia and Taran went straight into the office as guards kept reporters from entering the building.

The couple waited in front of the elevator. Taran glanced back outside. He saw a man standing up. Among the reporters, only he was wearing covered clothes and not carrying any cameras. Taran raised his eyebrows.

"Who is he?" ask Taran wonder.

The elevator doors opened, leaving Taran's mind split apart. "Pooh! Ian's not breathing." Ditrian complained while rubbing his forehead.

"If you don't breathe, you can die, my son." Dinia gently presses the cheek of Ditrian.

"Udah. The smell of his teeth." Ditrian closes his nose.

"You may not have taken a shower?" Taran.

"Fake accusers. Ian took a shower. Look at this gateng."

Upstairs, the couple separated. As usual, Ditrian played with his nanny. The kid piled up lego. Several towers are lined up.

"Miss, you know what this is?"

"What, Master?" Her nanny pretended to be curious.

"It's a wave."

"Why is the wave like a building?"

"No. Gudung there's jedela, pitu. This is not puna. It's lautna." Ditrian delivers HVS paper on the floor.

"That's great. Your imagination is really good."

"Yes. Ian pintel, huh? Love the miss star. Here." Ditrian asked for his shirt to be taped. Of course the nanny refused because she knew it was branded clothes.