Father of My Son
The Power Of Bear
"Mbe fuck you! How to make my son like that!" maki Bia's. She grabbed Zayn's hair.
Dira was equally surprised, he was completely unaware when his wife came to the room. "I can't take it! You make my son cry until hoarse! Here you are!" bia snapped as Zayn let go and ran to the corner of the room.
Dira stood up and grabbed his wife. "Patience, mah," suggested Dira.
"Nothing! You again! Your child is called you should poke his mouth so as not to just talk!" this time it was Dira's turn to spray.
"This is also again resolved, mah. Shame to see people later," Dira suggested. Unfortunately he was shocked because Bia suddenly pushed him and released himself. He chased Zayn to the corner of the room and pulled the man and beat him.
"I grew up he was so hard, you even hurt to use your mouth like that woman! There is no heart! No, I wouldn't marry you! My husband is more handsome everywhere!" nagel Bia's.
Dira is still trying to reach his wife even though he also got hit. The headmaster himself was confused between wanting to break up what was laughing at Bia's words. Zayn ran out. At the door he met his mother and hid behind her back.
"Don't be a coward! Get out here" challenge Bia. Gratitude Dira grabbed and hugged her waist. With all her might, Dira held back so that Bia would no longer escape.
"Geez, what's going on? Why are you so rude? Regret that I once liked you" complained Zayn's mother.
Bia laughed cynically. His face was still flushed and his muscles were still tight. "Who wants to be with Aunt? Not from yesterday either! Just aunty for spiciness!" bia Ogat.
"Hush ...." Dira rubbed Bia's hair.
"Heh, take care if you talk to the parents, don't have your manners!" Zayn's mother followed the ranting.
"Auntie also studied there again! Don't have the manners to talk to a small child. Always remember Zayn, knowing his son is wrong! That's why the aunt's child is not independent, it's big still a mamah child!" maki Bia's.
Dira is aware as long as he is there, his wife's emotions will not go down as well. Lekas Dira carried Bia out of the principal's room.
Zayn's mother rubbed her chest. "Don't want you to be like that girl!" the old woman's. Zayn.
Meanwhile, Bia's legs and hands continued to thrash for him to be taken down. "Let's go, I haven't finished giving him the calculations!" bia Pinta.
Dira took down Bia. He held his wife's shoulder and looked deeply into Bia's eyes. "Already, stop! I know you're angry, but that doesn't mean you're out of control. It's school, the kids are here. They'll see, okay?" said Dira aware of Bia.
Her breathing began to decline. He calms himself. Bia closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry, I forgot" said Bia.
Dira hugged his wife and patted Bia on the back. "What's wrong, I'm wrong. I should have discussed this after Divan had completely calmed down. Now that we go home first, we make a decision with a cool head" Dira suggested. He led his wife to the car.
Dira could see Diandre and Divan peeking out from behind the windshield. Their driver was still sitting in the steering wheel waiting for the two children. Dira opens the back door. He's carrying Diandre as well Divan.
"Sir, go home first. Let Bia's kids go home with me" suggested Dira. The driver nodded. Bia closes the door and follows Dira to Dira's car.
The two couples glanced at the headmaster's room. There was no intention of saying goodbye, they went straight into the car. Bia sat in the back seat with Divan and Diandre. Dira drives the car.
The car left the parking lot. From the rearview, Dira had glanced at his wife. Divan hugged Bia tightly. "Sister, take a look! Who's in the car?" ask Dira.
Divan. "There's a diande, mamah, papah," Divan replied.
"There's mama, papah, Divan, Diandre too" Divan replied. He got down from the chair and hugged Dira from behind. "Well, don't you go anymore, okay? Divan didn't change papah, did he?" divan pinta.
Dira took a breath. She guessed what made Divan hysterical. He thought that if his papa was replaced by someone else, then Dira would leave again. "What is Divan's name?" ask Dira.
"Dira Gavin Kenan," Divan replied despite still sobbing.
"That's forever. Papah Divan has always been Dira Gavin Kenan" said Dira. Divan nodded. I feel relieved that boy now.
"Divan doesn't want a new papah" complained Divan.
Bia laughing. "You don't want a new husband either. Later if you have another child, will not be as handsome as Divan Diandre, donk!" chirps Bia.
Divan nodded. "Yes, Papah Dira is handsome. Another no," insisted Divan.
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TITLE: EX IN MEMORIES
AUTHOR: ELARA_MURAKO
PLATFORM: The KaBeeM
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"Of course, forgiving people is one of the practices. It is not good to bring up the past of others. Just, to get married ...." Yuna thought for a moment. Suddenly a question came to Yuna's mind.
"Take me in with one answer. What are you looking for in a wedding?" ask Yuna.
Key lowered. Questions whose answers could backfire or reward him. Only one answer, but risked his fight until he got here.
"If it is difficult for me to live for a reward and a sign of obedience to Allah. If it is easy I am grateful as thanks to Allah S.WT. Verily what I seek from a marriage is sincerity" Key answered steadily.
"I'm not a smart woman" Yuna said.
"I'll be a teacher to you" said Key.
"I'm poor. There is no position that can make you proud to have it," Yuna added.
"Great wealth is faith and a proud wife is the one who accompanies her husband in joy and sorrow" Key said.
"How can you prove that what you're saying now is not just a word?" ask Yuna.
"Give me an answer yes. Then I'll prove it with the time we spent together." That last sentence silenced Yuna.