Father of My Son
Fuckin' Party
I'm sorry
Ever hurt you
Injury
Heart torture
Even if you say it's okay
My heart calls you
My concern remembers you
Because I want you
Longed you
Even though you might forget me
That touch of yours
on my face is so warm
Make me fall asleep
Not even one to rival
We are carried away by love
Like a fool
Happy despite going crazy
Refs :
You have every line of beauty
I had a deep dream
Every kiss and hug you make is a memory of your beautiful eyes
Love is deepening
Musician: Dira Kenan
Guitar tips and soft bass sounds combine with loving lyrics. A song made in two days but able to dissolve the heart that heard it. Bia smiled with a blushing face when Dira invited her on stage. They sat face to face and Dira sang that love song to Bia.
Applause broke when the music arrived in the end. Even from the beginning to the end Dira's eyes did not move from Bia's face.
"Thank you" Dira told an audience who gave her appreciation through applause. Bia also did not want to lose, his clap was loudest.
It's like it's repeated. Four years ago when they were in the third grade of High School, Dira sang a song to Bia accompanied by acoustic guitar quotes. It's just not on stage, but a bus stop waiting for the rain to stop. It doesn't matter if they're not both there.
"Three years ago I stopped writing songs. Don't know why, just every time you write the lyrics never feel right. Since then, I've only sung songs created by other people" Dira said, holding a guitar in her lap and staring at the audience. Bia's eyes twitched a few times.
Dira turned to Bia. "I asked myself why. Until two nights ago, I held a guitar and wrote a song as a wedding present. In two nights I wrote this song without a hitch, just because I remember this woman before me."
Already, Bia soared to forget how to stand. His body was trembling and felt light.
"So, only he has inspired me all this time. Because all the rhythm and harmonization of the tone in my heart, is on him" continued Dira.
At the end of the show, Dira and Bia say thank you and farewell to the guests. Congratulations came from the mouths of the guests that night. Dira held Divan who had rubbed his eyes several times with the back of his hand. Looks like Divan's sleepy.
One by one the guests left the hall. Dira and Bia approached her parents. They asked Grandma Dira for her blessing as well.
"Sir, Dira and Bia ask for blessing, huh?" said Dira. Grandma Benedith touched Divan's cheek. "He looks like Dira, huh?" ask Dira.
"It's so similar, that there's nothing like Bia" he replied.
Divan. "Take Divan," he chirped, though his eyes were half open.
Bia laughing. "I'm sorry Divan, Grandma. She's just like Dira."
Grandma Benedith shook her head. "Dira, Ernesto and this child are all the same, it's from your grandfather that way," said Grandma Benedith despite having to sit in her wheelchair. He could not attend the event from the beginning because of his health. So that after the show ended, Grandma Benedith just came.
"Blessed," he said.
Maria and Ernesto came between them. Maria rubbed Divan's hair. The boy had been seen limp leaning his head against the curve of his father's neck.
"Divan sleep with Mamah and Papah alone. You two enjoy the moments together" Maria suggested.
Bia shaking. "Later Mamah. Yesterday Divan was guarded you guys continue. Let's turn Bia today," reject Bia gently.
Divan held onto her stomach while whining out a whimper. Dira who was carrying him started to feel that something was not right. "Why is the hero Papah?" ask Dira.
"Divan pelut Kit. Akit Papah," whine Divan. Dira rubbed the child's stomach while Bia who heard him immediately panicked and rubbed Divan's hair. When he touched his forehead, Bia was shocked because Divan's body temperature was very hot.
"Kok he can hot gini?" bia asked confused because Divan looked active as usual. Dira shakes. His son was also fine this afternoon. Divan still plays basketball with Dira.
"What did you eat?" tanya Dira was suspicious. Divan has been seen going around the food section.
"Jelly, cake, eczema," Divan answered in pain.
Bia grunting. "Where is that much? How much ice cream?" ask Bia.
Divan hid her face on Dira's neck. Seeing that the boy could not answer, Bia was sure that Divan was secretly eating a lot of ice cream.
"We're taking Divan to the room. Let me call the doctor," Dira suggested. Bia nodded.
Maria shook her head and held her grandson's hand. "What's wrong, let's be with Mama" Maria advised.
Dira refused. "What's wrong, Mah. Dira is not calm if he is sick and away from Dira. Let Divan be with us."