Father of My Son 2
8. I am still a jejaka

Taran stood in the Dinia workspace. The woman was still writing letters on a piece of paper. Taran dare not see it. He turned his eyes to the other side.

"Do you know how many six times four?" dinia asked suddenly.

"Sorry, Miss?"

"Twenty-four. Just don't know," Dinia replied with an annoyed expression.

"When you know why ask?" inner Taran. Although her face was ordinary, in her heart she had imagined pinching Dinia's delicate and sweet cheeks, eh!

Dinia humming. His voice sounds sweet. Taran was not surprised, his father Dinia was a famous singer. Of course that ability goes down on his son anyway.

"It's too hard." Dinia grunting.

"Do I need help, Miss?" tawar Taran's.

"Can you write?" Dinia kept the pen in a pencil box.

"Science, fiction?"

"Just write, with a pen. I want to post on social media. The writing must be aesthetic. Meanwhile, my writing is ugly. Look." Dinia showed a piece of paper in her hand.

"It's good."

"You want me to be taboo? Your eyes are troubled!"

According to Taran, writing can still be read no problem. It's just that it's not in line with Dinia's art soul.

"I'll try. What should I write?" Taran walked closer. The room looks luxurious with high-end furniture. Seen from the neat paint and symmetrical pieces.

Dinia table is deep black. Until the gold furniture on it looks beautiful shiny.

"Looks good. The baby may not be able to talk. However, his love for mother feels up to the inner niche. A sign that love does not need to be said, "dicte Dinia.

"You're good at stringing words, miss."

"Your writing is good. Were you a girl?" Dinia.

Dinia wants to protest. The door of the office opened suddenly. A little boy walked in. "Miss, Mr. Ditrian is awake" said the waiter.

Ditrian rubs his eyes. He's walking forward. Seeing Taran there, Ditrian blinked his eyes. "Father!" call the boy.

"No!" reply Taran and Dinia simultaneously.

"He, Om. Call it that" Dinia suggested.

It didn't seem like it stuck in Ditrian's ears at all. The boy pulled Taran's pants and asked to be carried. "Mom wants to go to Mama?" ask Taran. Ditrian. He pointed at Taran.

"But." Taran glanced at Dinia. Not just anyone can touch that one-year-old baby.

"What's wrong. Just carry. He usually doesn't even want to be approached." Dinia takes cell phone. He turned on the camera feature to get the best photos.

Taran gendong Ditrian. The boy pamperedly leaned his head on Taran's shoulder then yawned, feeling comfortable as if having an inner relationship with the man.

Taran did hear rumors that Dinia was pregnant out of wedlock. Back from abroad, the woman was caught on camera holding a baby.

Some media reported that Dinia's departure was deliberately done to cover up the woman's pregnancy. No one knows who Ditrian's father is. However, Dinia has been open to often upload photos of Ditrian to social media even though his face is not shown.

"He's sleeping again, Miss?"

Dinia. He was shocked to see Ditrian closing his eyes with a peaceful face. "What are you doing to him?"

"I just carried her and rubbed her back," Taran replied.

"You have a child?" Dinia just haphazardly reprimanding.

"Where is Miss. I'm still tracing," said Taran.

Dinia chuckles. "In this country? Are there any men your age? Oh God!"

"Isn't that pride? I don't have time to date Miss. I better study, go to college and do well. So that my life in the future is more secure. When I have children, I will not make my child have to fight as hard as I do" Taran replied.

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