Father of My Son
My family
"Diandre! Look at that beach!" exciting Divan. Diandre's eyes sparkled. Guided by Divan, Diandre ran to the side of the beach.
"Divan! Dianaandre!" call Bia worried. Dira quickly chased his two sons to the beach side. Bia followed from behind.
Instead of being afraid, the two children were laughing happily at the waves. The beach has calm waves. No wonder so many kids swim here. It's just that Dira's worried. Although his two sons can swim, there are no boundaries in the ocean.
"Here, hold papah," suggested Dira. He took his two sons down to the beach and enjoyed the slow waves.
"Board, uya-uya" said Diandre. I don't understand what the baby said. He swam to the back of Divan and climbed onto her brother's back.
"Dinadre, heavy," complained Divan who almost drowned because he could not hold Diandre's body.
Dira immediately took Diandre there and held him in a sling. "Just here." He held Diandre's hand. The child laughed feeling his body swaying as a result of being moved by the waves.
Bia is still sitting on the beach. Sometimes the waves touch his feet. He felt sad, until now he had not dared to play a lot of water like that. Soaking her head in water alone, Bia again imagined the story in the past.
"Mama! Ni!" call Diandre. He tried to swim to the beach. With some difficulty, Diandre finally managed to stand on the sand and ran towards Bia. Back he giggled due to the soles of the feet without the base touching the sand and felt amused. "Thats" he said.
Diandre raised his foot. Shows the sand that sticks there. "Geli, huh?" ask Bia. The boy patted the soles of the feet with his hands. Although it is still stiff and a lot of sand remains attached there.
Bia let it go. Sand is very good at training Diandre's motor and making the nerves in his senses more sensitive. Sensitivity of the sense of touch makes children easier to concentrate and of course, the memorability is high. "Sand," said Bia teaching Diandre the name of the object attached to his leg.
"Cil," Diandre repeated Bia's words.
"Here you!" call Divan. Bia glanced towards the beach. Dira nodded.
Right, Bia must learn again against her trauma. He led Diandre and began walking to the side of the beach. Dira was waiting by the sea. He held out his hand to hold Bia.
Little by little Bia drowned her body until only the handlebars remained. Diandre easily floated and moved his hands and feet like a little duck.
"You happy?" bia asked to see her son laughing. Sometimes Diandre holds Bia's shoulder.
"Diandre, can gini?" challenge Divan. He swims with his head down and his feet up.
"Tuh, brother. Said the sister was dangerous," advised Dira.
Divan grinning horse. Since he could swim he often tried many styles. "Father, Divan wants to dive inside. There's that fish, colorful," Divan's pinta.
"The wind is getting stronger soon. The sea moves faster. Is it roughly safe?" ask Dira.
Divan thought for a moment. "Danger, said Diandre right," Divan timpal.
Diandre was still swimming away from Bia and then turning back. Holding Diandre, Bia looked straight at the ocean. The birds fly through the air, go down to the sea, pick up fish and fly again.
"Life is like that, yeah. We are happy, we fall into grief, we take life lessons, we try to be happy again" Bia commented.
"Huh?" tanya Dira was confused because she did not understand the meaning of his wife.
Bia shaking. The woman hugged Diandre in her arms. "Divan would, too," asked Divan. He hugged Bia and immediately Bia hugged.
Dira chuckles. She gently brushed the hair of her two sons. "They will grow up one day. Don't know what Divan wants to be, Diandre too. Just the one you asked for. Always love your mother and respect Papah, huh?" dira's Advice.
Divan nodded in understanding. Diandre yawned while patting his open mouth with his palm.
"Diandre sleepy, I think." Bia banged Diandre and returned to the shore. Divan and Dira followed from behind. The wind started to blow and the sun was getting hotter.
The couple walked back to the hotel where their belongings were stored. "If they grow up later, about still playing with us like this no, huh?" bia asked while walking in Dira's direction.
Divan is now carried by Dira because he does not want to lose like Diandre. "They'll have a life of their own. Have a partner, get married and have children" Dira said.
"I must be lonely because of that" complained Bia. That's how old people are. Not always will the children be in their shade. "Before that happens, I don't want to be busy with anything else. Want to be with them first."
"Not to be afraid of loneliness. We're gonna age together, right?" ask Dira.
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