Father of My Son
If an Emergency Must Say
Dira laughed when she saw Bia coming out of the bathroom with an annoyed face. "I'm ashamed to know" protested Bia. Dira's office, which had been a mess because of the man's emotions, was getting messy due to his second game.
"We're like bosses with cheating secretaries in the drama series" Dira jokes.
They also asked the waiter to bring a change of clothes. The reason will be to keep eating dinner. Because they play from day to night. All angles are tried, from the table, the side of the window, the sofa, profit does not reach the roof.
Fortunately, this room has no CCTV. Private office rooms mostly do not have indoor CCTV for certain purposes, such as covering business deals to minimize people who see when the CEO or other superiors store files in a secret room.
"We'll eat first, okay? You must be tired," Dira bargained while tidying up the tie. He also had to change his clothes due to sweat flowing in the river.
"How's out? I'm ashamed, huh. They must think we're doing something" Bia protested.
"What are we doing, right? We are husband and wife on this. What harm? Cheating couples are not ashamed" Dira said.
Bia sat on the sofa while folding her hands on her chest. "If you're ashamed, you won't cheat!" firmly Bia.
Bia shook her head to see the chaos in the office. As a result of fear of suspicion, Bia immediately cleaned the room, just storing objects in his place also throw damaged objects. Dira helped, however this mess he himself made.
"You're taking Divan back tomorrow, right?" ask Bia.
Dira nodded. "Yes, sure. Why?" Dira glanced towards Bia. He could see his wife's worried face. "Is there anything that disturbs your mind there?" ask Dira.
The man got up and approached Bia who was tidying things up near the file cabinet. Dira grabbed him and pulled Bia to sit with him on the floor. "Speak. What's up?"
Bia sighed in annoyance considering the incident earlier this afternoon. "I didn't want to tell a story because I know you have a lot of thoughts. However, if you stay for a long time, fear you will be angry" said Bia.
Dira nodded. It's Bia's seat in the lap. His wife's slim body was so light he moved around. "Zayn, you know. The way he and his mother talk really doesn't make me comfortable" Bia said.
Dira raised next to his eyebrows. He can see what Bia means. "He's teasing you?" ask Dira. Still remember Bia had said Zayn's status was now alone.
"He's a muji, but a compliment that's too sensitive to say from a man to a woman. Keep saying his mother again, he said Zayn often smiles when he sees me and wishes I was the same he used to marry," added Bia.
Dira took a deep breath. He approached Bia and patted his wife's arm. "No need to go to Divan's school anymore. I mean he's starting bad" Dira suggested.
Dira chuckles. "If I'm not angry, it's impossible, I'm your husband." Dira peeps Bia's forehead. Dira's face turned warm.
"If I'm angry with you, it doesn't feel right. It's wrong I also asked you to still go to Divan school earlier. As for Zayn, I can't possibly give him a calculation if he meets tomorrow at school. There are a lot of kids, but he has to know that he is fighting not ordinary people" Dira said.
Bia cawing. "She asked for my number too, but I don't love you. I'm afraid it'll be a problem."
Dira kisses Bia's lips. "Thank you, baby. You have taken care of my feelings. I never gave my number to anyone. If it's a job, it's Ed's. If it's about Divan, it's Matteo's business" said Dira.
Bia's smile curved. "I'm scared of Zayn. You remember, when we were kids, he was very possessive with me. He can't play with anyone. More than that, I still remember when he told you that I don't want to play with you anymore."
Dira rubbed Bia's hair. "Yes, I'll go ahead with him. You stay home and take care of Diandre. It's a husband's business if there's a man who's bothering. One more thing, you see first, right? Even though Zayn said so, I'm still looking for you. Because I know, we can't be strong apart." Again, a kiss fell from Dira's lips on Bia's lips.
"Say she wants dinner" asked Bia who billed Dira's appointment.
"Sorry, I forgot. You're hungry, aren't you?" Dira's hands rubbed Bia's hair. Bia nodded again then tidied up Dira's tie. "Definitely tired, huh? The power's up because of the slinging, huh?" ledek Dira's.
"Ish, you are! The tired must be you, Iah! You're the one who's carrying, I'm the one who's being carried," said Bia.
Dira took Bia down from his lap. The man stood up while extending a hand to his wife. "Look for dinner," take Dira. Bia grabbed Dira's hand and stood up. They walk to the door.
"Gee!" suddenly I remembered something. He ran in and picked up a paper bag containing his clothes and Dira's clothes. "I want to wash this," said Bia.
"Can go to the laundry, baby. If not to the waiter," Dira suggested.
Bia shaking. "No, shame. There is porridge you stick on the shirt," complained Bia.
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