Father of My Son
Winnowing
Dira folded his hands on the table. He drowned his face over the folds of his hands. His breath is still heavy. More than that, his emotions were unstoppable until his work room was a mess. Dira also does not care about his expensive laptop split in two on the carpet. He failed when he was just starting out.
Mr. Pier contacted Matteo and informed Dira of his condition. Matteo who is taking care of Divan's shooting schedule is confused. Dira if angry can not be dammed. He is very patient and rational in dealing with problems. However, once he could not find a way out, his anger exploded unstoppably.
Rather than risk getting sprayed by Dira, Matteo tells Bia. Bia himself was confused, where Diandre was being mischievous. He didn't want to leave Diandre with the nanny again for long. Finally Bia made up her mind, she drove Diandre and Divan to her father-in-law's house.
"You calm him down first. Know thou shalt thaw him when angry how? Sometimes I don't remember anything until I hurt myself" she asked. Bia nodded.
After saying goodbye to her two sons, Bia rushed to Dira's office. He forgot to dress up and just wear a t-shirt and jeans. "I want to see my husband" said Bia.
The receptionist in the room was confused. Bia patted the eel, he forgot often did not want to be introduced to the employees here. "I mean Dira Kenan. I'm Drabia Kenan, his wife" Bia said. The receptionist nodded.
A lobby officer escorted Bia to Dira's room. Bia climbed into the elevator and exited through the automatic door and walked in the spacious office hallway. The solid floor of his office makes Bia's shoes sound when walking.
"Here, madam," appointed the lobby officer who led Bia to the large, two-leaf door in front of them. The door looks solid in gray. Bia knocked on that door, no answer. Fuck, Bia opened it right away.
Bia's face looks shocked to find the room is already messy. He rubbed his chest. She knew how her husband was going berserk. Not the first thing he saw. Bia walked up to Dira who was darkening her face in the folds of her hands on the table.
Bia's hand rubbed Dira's hair. The man was shocked and looked up. Another when he saw the faces of other employees, Dira smiled to see Bia there.
"What's wrong. Everything can be passed. You're not wrong" said Bia.
"They will definitely laugh at me for passing the cheating trainee," complained Dira as she grabbed Bia's hand and kept it on her cheek.
"Just pass as a trainee, not as an artist. Besides, how can you keep an eye on everyone, right?"
Dira grabbed Bia's waist. He put his wife in his lap. Dira put his head on Bia's chest. He breathed and let out to reduce the anger. Bia's touch on the head and back again powerful to make Dira calm.
"Look! A lot of broken stuff. So you have to buy new. Buy him money. Where your agency is losing for sure, nih!" canda Bia's.
Bia's laughter sounded so crisp that Dira laughed. Tightly Dira hugged Bia's waist and kissed the curve of his wife's neck. "Do not be afraid, my papah legacy is many. Enough to make us not poor" said Dira while whispering in Bia's ear.
"If you're poor, I'm not afraid either. Some people like me, it looks rich," said Bia changed the topic so that Dira did not think about the problem of his agency.
"Who would seek death against me?" ask Dira cynically. Bia laughing. "Don't tell me you saw Nobita's friend again?"
Bia nodded. "Aw!" peekkik Dira while standing tall and looking at his wife. Bia was still chuckling due to Dira's excessive expression. "Tomorrow I give him a calculation, just look!" threaten her.
Bia's hand hugged Dira's neck. She kissed her husband for a long time. Dira smelled the curve of the bowl on his wife's chest. "I have to gini in front of him to know you belong to me" said Dira while mischievously tracking down the bowl which was still covered with protective cloth.
Bia hissing. Dira's touch called out to feel that last night had not been filled. Aware his wife began to act spoiled-quiet, Dira close her lips to Bia's ears. He kisses the back of the earlobe which is a well-known sensitive area.
"Pacify me with your body" pinta Dira.
"What's coming?" ask Bia. Dira grabbed the automatic remote on his office desk. He presses his office door lock digital lock button.
"Whose kids are the same?" ask Dira.
"Mamah," Bia answered briefly interrupted withholding the sound of Dira's hand starting to wipe the skin of her thigh.
Bia drowned her face into her husband's neck. In another scene, Dira starts to raise Bia's shirt and rub the stomach.
"Here you go? Or couch?" ask Dira. Bia shook her head because she could not stand the touch of Dira that felt soft, but fishing.
Bia's seat on the table. He opened his coat and tie. Then mischievously raised Bia's shirt to peek at the side of the soft bowl she had long since missed.
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