Father of My Son
Salacious Boy
THIS IS THE STORY OF DIVAN. WHY IT LOOKS LIKE BIA EMANG DELIBERATELY CUBIKIN. DIVAN LOVES BIA, THE BOY'S FIRST LOVE IS HIS MOTHER. WELL, ALESAN I MADE SILVINA LOOK LIKE A SMALL FITTING SO ... THE STORY OF DIVAN CONTINUES. WHY ISN'T DAVINA MADE TO LOOK LIKE BIA? LOOK FORWARD TO MKS 😎 LATER
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The two children walked side by side. Davina fixed the band that had shifted due to running quite fast. "Divan, just walk? Vina is tired," complained Vina.
Divan nodded. "Yes, okay."
The school was quite spacious with a one-story building shaped letter O. There are trees growing on the side of the field where children play. The field is the center of the building. The field itself is divided into sand areas, outdoor games and small football fields.
Divan and Davina walked across the room. Both boys intend to go to the other side of the building where KS 1 school is located. KS one is equivalent SD.
Up near the door, Davina lowered her step speed. He saw a girl in a brown uniform skirt sitting on the side bench of the class. The girl was talking to another girl.
"Sister Emelie!" call Divan. Another with Davina glued to the girl with long hair, Divan was instead glued to Emelie who was wearing a bunny bando.
Emelie glanced to the side. He was shocked to see Divan there. "Divan's? Why come here. If the teacher knows he'll be angry. Report the same Oom Dira," advice Emelie.
Divan. "Master Teacher knows, look from there!" point Divan at his teacher who is standing guard in the middle of the field. Emelie glanced in the direction Divan pointed at and right there was a kindergarten teacher in a green uniform.
"Why come here?" ask Emelie.
Divan pointed at Davina by his side. "The friend of Divan is loh, want to know his brother. School is here too" replied Divan.
"Vina? I'll tell you mom, you!" the girl Davina has seen since. With a scared face, Davina held Divan's hand.
Silvina, the girl who was sitting, walked up to Divan. "Who are you?" ask Silvi.
Divan opened his eyes wide. "Well, it's like mama Bia" he said. He was very impressed with Silvi's face which was very similar to his mother when he was a child.
"Who?" silvi asked while looking down as Divan was slightly shorter than him. Divan. "You take care of Vina. Don't be naughty, "Silvi's message.
Divan nodded. He approached Davina and held the boy's hand. "Yes, this is Divan look after."
Emelie chuckles. "Divan's my cousin, you know. Oom I'm Divan's papa" Emelie told me.
Silvi looked at Divan's face. "You like being on TV, huh?" It seems that Silvi just realized who the boy she met.
Divan nodded proudly. "Yes, Divan likes to be invited to TV. Just ask. Sing too," said Divan.
"You're playing Davina, like?" ask Silvi. Divan nodded. Silvi ran to her class. He returned with a book and pen. "Here, give me the autograph," Silvi's pinta. He often accompanied his mother around asking for the artist's signature to agencies in Heren.
Divan kept the money on Silvina's book. Emelie took the money and put it back in Divan's pocket.
"Not this. Later Divan learned the same signature papah Dira. Kan papah Dira. Must have," explained Emelie.
Divan looked sad. He felt guilty for not being able to give Silvina what she wanted. Though Divan believes Silvina is also her pastor mother.
That afternoon, Dira got out of the car. He passed through the parking lot to the front porch of the school building. Dira waved at Divan who was standing while leaning against the pole. The boy didn't return the wave. Divan immediately ran towards his papa.
"Go home, Pah. Divan unmood," he lamented as he walked into the parking lot.
Obviously Dira was strange with the attitude of his son who today looks cloudy. "What's the big shot? If papah manyun boy, how would you like a sad mama nitipin?"
Divan slowly kicked his foot into the dashboard of the car. Dira started the engine of his car. "Divan immood's. Say it, "the boy insisted.
"Do you know where the term immood comes from?" ask Dira while chuckling.
"Sister Emelie if the crab says it to his mama," replied Divan.
Dira tried to figure out what his son meant. "You angry? Same papah?" ask Dira.
The Divan breathes heavily. Yes nodded. "The father doesn't teach you to make hand saucers" he lamented.
"Huh?" He did not understand what his little bachelor meant. "What is that thing?" asked Dira while scratching his forehead. He should concentrate on the steering.
Divan scratched his head. He was also confused about the shape of the object that Silvi meant. "Said big sister, Divan must love on paper," he explained.
"Say the same hand paper ... what?" A long time solving math problems, his son's language is much more confusing.
Divan folds hands. His face was getting irritated. "The father doesn't know, anyway. Emelie's sister said Papah had one too."
Dira shakes. "Where to have, brother. Papah just doesn't know what kind of thing your brother said."
In this case, Divan is embarrassed if tomorrow he has to deal with Silvina. "Divan promised you a beautiful sister. Shame on Divan."
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