Father of My Son
A Mother's Dilemma That Is Contrary To A Woman
When she came home that afternoon, Bia was shocked to find Divan at home, but her house was locked. Apparently the boy was at Mrs' house. Carol. Bia grunting. "In the end he gave up also taking care of children," said Bia in his heart.
Thank goodness Bia brought bread from the store, so she could give it as a sign of forgiveness. Though the next morning, Bia already said proudly if today Mrs. Carol can rest. Just the other day, Divan was back there.
"Sorry, Mom. I guess he's right to keep Divan until the afternoon" said Bia while giving a bag of bread to Mrs. Carol.
A smile spread across the old woman's face. "It was so too. He took Divan to the mall. Buy toys. After that, he said he wanted to go two days because there was a work schedule."
Bia. "Finally he still chose a career," Inner Bia. What more could he expect from this man. After all his duty here is only as Divan's father.
Mrs. Carol took a box on the table. "This is a deposit for you. He said you came home asking for help."
Bia grabbed the box. He opened the wrapping paper that covered it. Bia surprised to see the apple phone dus plastered there. There was also a piece of paper tucked away. Bia remembered that was Dira's writing. He is indeed a strange man, not only beautiful if dressed like a woman, his writing is also as neat as women's writing.
To the mother of my son
It's a phone in place of your broken phone. I need to contact you to know about our baby's development. Sorry not saying goodbye, I want to go out of town for two days to make a living so that our children can buy milk and pay for school later. *****Now all expensive things like sorry from you*****.
Don't work too long. Find someone who can replace you. I'll pick you up at home from here. Don't forget to eat, your body's got all the bones. Danger if riding a motorbike can fly like a hot air balloon.
^^^Pjaan your heart,^^^
Dira Kenan^^^^
"Fuck-ass-fuck!" bia's speech without conscious. He was upset, but soon smiled. That's how Dira, who can make him soar and upset together. The nature that comes down on Divan.
Mrs. Carol looked at Bia with a pleased look. "I didn't know, Bi. You can have a son from a man as handsome as him," said Mrs. Carol. He had also been curious about Divan's father for a long time because the boy was still handsome.
"Free handsome, Mom! He's a jerk, a bitch, a prankster and worse still irresponsible!" firmly Bia. His breathing went up and down in annoyance remember the contents of the letter from Dira.
Bia nodded. He looked at Divan who was playing the car. "Hey, Van! Why are you crying over Papah?" ask Bia.
Divan left her toy for a moment and looked at Bia. "Nati Papah dak puyang. Van wants Papah" he replied. Bia rubbed Divan's hair. Right, instead of him being cheap and weak for taking Dira for granted. The most fitting punishment for Dira was to take good care of both of them.
Bia took a deep breath. "Mom, can I ask you a question?" Bia sat on Mrs's carpet. Carol. The woman he spoke to nodded.
"I know what he's done to me. He desecrated and left. That's cruel, very. If it wasn't for the kid, I wouldn't have Divan with him either. My heart hurts, I can't forgive. The money he has can't pay for the pain, nor can my aunt's life. He doesn't deserve to be forgiven. Why does the other side of my heart want to give him a chance? Am I bo doh?" ask Bia.
Mrs. Carol shakes. "If all the bad people are to be punished severely, why did God create an apology. Why is there a word 'change' if all the bad people must always be evil and good people will always be good" advises Mrs. Carol.
"But he ruined my life" errat Bia.
"Was it good if you don't forgive him, your life will repeat itself for the better. Wounds exist and are inscribed as a lesson. When my son died, all I thought about was my mistake. If I take good care of her and don't let her play till night, she won't be raped and gone forever. Man always blames people for his misfortune, he forgets that he has the greatest part in his own destiny" said Mrs. Carol.
Bia. He looked at the wrong part he did. If he does not ask to break up many times, Dira will not be that determined. In Heren there is a good University where he can get teaching knowledge. Why did he have to force himself to go to college in Emertown? More than that, he knew there was Kelvin and Ezra that he could contact, he instead chose to run away.
Bia rubbed her chest. "I still have to think hard. I was confused and it tortured me. I'd be scolded if I came back to him. Also bo doh for not accepting his responsibility."
"Other men may be able to accept you and Divan. Not necessarily his family would. Someone can accept you, not necessarily Divan," Mrs. Carol makes an increasingly disturbing option Bia's inner.
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Sorry author up only 3 chapters. It's because I started working again, not WFH. So noon there is no time to write 😭.
I apologize again for the lack there is in this novel. If you're bored, I'm not weird either. This weakness is indeed powerless and effortless, but will strive for better 🙏