Father of My Son
The anger of Papah and Mamah
Dira got off the car. Maybe because he was famous, once he went down directly surrounded by mothers. "Sir Dira, his son fought earlier," said the mother. Of course Dira is confused. A very smart child withholds emotions. If he gets into a fight, it's a big deal.
"Where's the Divorce now?" ask Dira. The mothers pointed at the principal's room. Looks like the school didn't call because it's time to go home and think Divan's parents must be on their way to pick up.
Dira doesn't want to waste time. He ran to the room that the mothers showed him. Dira knocked on the door of the room even though the door was open. He saw Zayn was there too.
Dira took a breath. He should not be emotional let alone this at school, a place of honor if it should be littered only because of the jealousy of two men. Dira only focused on seeing Divan crying in the arms of one of his teachers. "May I just carry the Divan?" dira's permission. The teacher nodded then grabbed Divan.
Seeing Dira's whereabouts there, Divan immediately cried again. "What's wrong? Can stories? Brother is sad .. papah knows, but why?" ask Dira.
Divan raised her face. Dira really could not bear to see his son's eyes reddened by crying. Even Divan's tears dried up. "That Divan must be for mamah sama Raya," Divan fought with a hoarse voice.
Which father could hear his son's voice so soft and trembling from crying too much. She hugged Divan. "We'll talk about this later, I'll call my wife first" Dira said.
Soon Dira came out and called for Bia to come. Divan must be with Bia and Dira who will solve all of this without having Divan involved. Hearing the state of Divan, of course Bia immediately came ushered in the driver. Diandre had to take it too.
"Divan why?" ask Bia as soon as it gets there. Divan was still sobbing and her voice was still hoarse.
"Gendong first. Don't be asked. Diandre just take her to calm her brother down," Dira suggested. He gives Divan to Bia who is still in the car in the school parking lot, then Dira goes and enters the principal's room.
"Sorry, Mom. I think my son is in shock. So he should be calmed down first," Dira suggested.
The headmaster nodded. "Look, Divan was yelling at Raya, even throwing toys. She was terrified and crying" explained the principal.
"Did you ask why?" ask Dira. He did not raise his voice at all. He tried to calmly face this problem for the sake of his son.
"Raya was just kidding. He was also shocked, not expecting Divan's reaction to be like that" Zayn gave an explanation.
Dira looked at Raya who also looked as her eyes as a result of crying. "Mom, I won't blame anyone. My son is just a kid, his emotions arise and explode because there's a reason it's normal. Raya is also not wrong, what he said is only a form of expression of the heart of a child," said Dira.
"Yes, right. Your words are just right, sir," praised the principal.
"Can ask Rayanya to play first let him calm down. Let the adults who solve this problem in an adult manner" said Dira.
"You know what my son said? He said Divan had to share his mother with your son! There is no way your child can say that if there are no adults who influence it," said Dira.
The headmaster here became confused because suddenly Dira's expression changed. He started to worry that something was going on. "Raya was just kidding," Zayn reasoned.
"Handid? For you it is so! For my son no, he's still four years old! Her mother was everything, her role model, her life. For toys alone she already found it difficult, let alone a mother! Think with your brain!" Dira pointed at Zayn's head.
"Sir, please hold back his emotions," the Headmaster said.
Dira grunts. He smiled cynically. "Do you have no feelings? My son was terrified, when he heard your son say Bia was going to marry you, Divan had imagined his parents separated. It traumatized him. My son already knew how we were parting and your daughter's words caused his trauma. If Divan gets to tantrum, it's not your daughter's fault. However, you as a father can't keep up speech."
"It's just a matter of the kids playing again" Zayn said easily.
"Your parents are the ones who destroyed generations of nations! You don't deserve to be called a father. Especially the dream of being my son's father!" dira Maki.
"Mr Dira please be patient for a moment. This matter will continue later," the principal suggested. "We will be responsible for this incident. The school psychologist will accompany both your sons and daughters. Now it's better to get it done in a family way" the principal suggested.
"Mom, I think the school is not wrong. You guys have solved the problem well. That's the problem of this man's psyche" said Dira.
"Hey, watch your talk!" snapped Zayn.
"Talk you who must be guarded, especially in front of your daughter" Dira said.
Zayn. "You're too complicated. So parents do not defend children too much, it will be spoiled," suggested Zayn. Not yet finished he spoke a loud slap hovering on his cheek.
Zayn was startled, he glanced to the side and saw Bia who was already glaring sharply.
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Wrong him against the bear 😉