Father of My Son
Pulang Kampung's
The journey to Emertown is not a short one. Tracing the toll road one to the other. Actually I can use a train. Just using public transportation still feels worried for Dira if you have to be with Diandre.
"Dani!" diandre pinta.
Divan swipes his cheeks to the seat. "Already, donk! I am tired of singing again. There's no more song" complained Divan. Bia laughing. "Singing now!" Divan turns back Diandre's victim on Bia.
Bia shook her head as she moved the hand sign of rejection. "Can't," refused Bia.
It seems like only Dira is lonely in the steering wheel because his wife and son are sitting in the back seat. Dira looks into the front view. "You've never been singing, have you? Tell me to sing?" Dira is in the crowd.
"Geez, you have sinned once against me" complained Bia.
They are on their way to attend Melvi and Jared's wedding. Bia still feels guilty about moving to Heren.
At nine o'clock in the night, Dira's car just arrived in Grandma Benedith's garage. Diandre and Divan are still not asleep. Travel keeps them awake despite trying to close their eyes.
"Diande! This is our house again, you know! Diande's a little baby here," Divan told me. He kept talking to his sister. Diandre was more interested in getting out of the car. The boy's hand hit the car door.
"Attep, Diandre. Mom, open the door, okay?" Bia opens the car door and drops Diandre off. Soon Bia came down to hold Diandre's hand before the boy ran away again.
Divan can open and close the door from the other side. He was impatient, immediately ran into the house and found Mrs. Carol's in there. "Grandma!" call Divan in a loud voice. He hugged the grandmother who raised him.
"Divan, Grandma's granddaughter, dear" said Mrs. Carol kisses Divan's cheeks on the right and left.
"Grandmother, Divan moved schools. There's a naughty oom in there, like to mamah. Same mama Oomnya hit," Divan's story.
Mrs. Carol heard the boy's story carefully. He misses his children so much. "Divan now speaks well" said Mrs. Carol.
Divan nodded. "Divan wants five to know. School too. Sister Diande tuh, now the way," pointed Divan at Bia and Dira who was leading Diandre.
Up near Mrs. Carol, Diandre instantly got a hug from her. The boy thrashed for release, but Mrs. Carol continued to hug with anxiety. "Grandmother's baby, it's grown up," said Mrs. Carol.
"The less you shut up, Mom. In the house hide from the closet to the washing machine," Dira told me.
Mrs. Carol laughed when she heard it. They went inside the house. Bia looked around the house. He hasn't been here in a long time. Feels homesick. This is the house she lived in during pregnancy as well after giving birth.
"So her wedding was in the area near the bakery?" ask Bia. Mrs. Carol nodded. "He mentioned his territory, but Bia didn't know. Before marriage, Bia lived near it."
"Yes, Melvi's mother can't go far. His decision was taken that way" Mrs explained. Carol.
"Jared Oom Same. My friend used to work at the bakery. Divan remember?" ask Bia.
Divan nodded. "Oom fierce. Mamah hit it at that time. Kan pelotototin Divan," Divan's story.
Bia and Mrs. Carol laughed when she heard it. Divan has a high memory. "Well, that means your mama's bar isn't the same Zayn?" ask Dira.
"Mama often hit people if they are bad to Divan," Divan.
"A nakutin, huh?" ledek Dira until got a pinch on his plate. The man screamed in pain.
The night is getting late. After helping her two sons wash their hands and feet, Bia lets the two children climb into bed. "It's late, get some sleep, huh?" bia Message.
Diandre slept next to Divan next to each other. This is before sleep. In the morning they will certainly be separated, one in the right corner of one in the middle. Anyway during sleep, the mattress is the most pleasant place to explore for children.
"Where is Mr Dira? Not seen?" ask Mrs. Carol. After chatting for a while in the living room, Dira instantly disappeared.
"He's here it's an opportunity. Must have met his cousin. Want to play a game" Bia replied in an annoyed voice. Instead of taking a break after driving for a long time, Dira instead went into a crawl. Later in the morning home, must complain of this pain.
"Maclum, he's young. That age is still self-conscious, still dating. This is child two." Mrs. Carol was very understanding.
"Mistake itself. The other High School guy is still playing at ding dong's place, he's making kids!" Bia Syndicate.
Mrs. Carol laughs. "Lha, it's just you!" ledek Mrs's. Carol.
Bia manyun's. "Yes, she's also making me worse!" his protest.
"Indeed you also do not want to play or just walk like women your age?" ask Mrs. Carol curious.
Bia shaking. "I'm thankful that there are kids. Bia it from small rarely play. Adolescents as well. Other people hang out, Bia even collapsed until the body stretched. A new kid has activities. After marriage, I was not bored."
Mrs. Carol rubbed Bia's back. "You are a great woman. Even if there are no parents, stay strong and be a wise mother."
Bia nodded. He looked at his two sons. "If Bia's parents were still around, how would they see her grandchildren? It would be nice if there is a mother who accompanies during childbirth and also the father who gives marriage advice. Every vacation back to the parents' house," Bia lirih story.
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