Father of My Son
Side Story's
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Emertown - after the wedding of Dira and Bia
"Ma agi pa?" tanya Divan came to the kitchen because she heard a noise.
"Mama wants to make a cake for Papa" replied Bia.
"Kue? Napa?"
"Kan Papa's birthday today. Mama has a gift for Papa. Divan wait while you watch Barney, okay?"
Divan. "Dak mo ah. Mama Ja's stone board, huh?" divan pinta. Bia squinted her eyes. Don't know why he doubted Divan would help.
"Yes, Divan help Mama just shake this, huh? Mama wants to check the cake in the oven first," pinta Bia. He gave Divan some whisky. Seen because the motor is still in its infancy, Divan has difficulty using the object. Be he just twirling his shuffler.
Bia still noticed the cake in the oven. He was happy to see the cake inflate perfectly. Cheesecake is a recipe he got from Maria and one of Dira's favorite cakes. I hope they can improve their relationship this way.
As soon as the oven alarm went off, Bia opened the grill door and took out the cake. Wanting to keep the cake on the table, Bia was shocked to hear the sound of falling objects. However, the focus was directly on Divan who was shuffling cream on the table. Bia pecked to see her son was bathed in cream that should be a spread for the outside of the cake. "Divan?" call Bia drowning.
Divan smiles. He poked the cream on his forehead and ate it. "Em, yummy! Vinegar board," chirped the boy.
"That's the cream for Papa" said Bia sadly.
With his hands Divan gather the cream that covers his head and body and he put it in a container. "Now, little lady." Divan nodded and blinked. "Duh, peih."
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Dira came home that night after celebrating a 'bujang' party with his friends. He was surprised to see a gift in the room. "Happy birthday" said Bia limply.
"Thank you a lot, Bi. This for me?" ask Dira. Bia nodded. He gave a gift to Dira. The man accepted and opened it. "Well, t-shirt. Thank you very much" said Dira.
Dira raises eyebrows. "You don't want to give me a gift?" tanya Dira was confused.
Bia shaking. He brought a cake from the nightstand. "Sorry, it's just cake. The cream was spilled by Divan," Bia explained, looking down embarrassed.
Dira stared at his son who was sitting on the bed. "You've got Papa's tofu cream?" ask Dira.
"Go try ja. Sincere ocok-okna tuh dak diem tuh. Cimpen and table top. Gilinding. Divan ambin's. Kilimna, slash," Divan explained.
"Continue?" ask Dira.
"Divan is antu. Kilim cini ... cini .. cini ...." Divan pointed at his head, body, hands and feet. Dira chuckles.
"When Mama made it must be cape, huh?" ask Dira. Divan nodded. "Papa knew Divan wanted to help Mama and it wasn't on purpose. Papa is not sad. Mama may be sad. Ask Mama" Dira suggested.
"Udah, mama's whipped," replied Divan.
"What if Mama's pouting?"
"Maap. Dipan da biang maap, really," said Divan.
"He just made me sprain again" said Bia.
"Well?" ask Dira.
He pointed to the side of the room. Dira looked up at the black pictures there. "Wait, what is it?" ask Dira.
"Your child uses candles to make cakes as crayons to make work there," replied Bia.
"Good God Divan."
"That's abalaktak ukican. Dipan iat in the tubtub," explained Divan actually feel proud of his black streak (because the candle is black).