My Son Is My Strength
Persecuted

Now Dian and Marvel arrive somewhere, a place that bears witness to their second encounter. Dian threw a glance, the water with light waves lurking along the eye of the beholder. The wind blows on her hair, as if inviting play.

Dian turned to Marvel who was now closing her eyes enjoying the atmosphere. A twilight ray struck their faces at the end of the horizon. A very beautiful sight to pass with a lover. And unfortunately, those two people who were far from the word, precisely considered themselves strangers to each other.

"Why bring me here?" dian asked without looking at Marvel, he was watching the sun slowly start to sink. His style of speech was not too formal anymore like that.

Marvel did not immediately reply, he sighed first. Dian turned her head to hear Marvel's long breath, the man beside her.

"Gelagatmu like a man who languishes, lonely do not know the direction with the purpose of life." Dian, just get out.

"Is that so?" Marvel slowly breathed back. Makes Dian even more sure that this man is indeed languishing.

"Yes very visible, now let alone your problem?"

Marvel silent.

"Stop dramatizing things." Dian's advice is wise, look at Marvel's attitude from the beginning of the meeting to the end of this.

"I'm not dramatizing things!" elak Marvel, his voice was immediately irritated.

"Oh yeah?!" Dian raised one eyebrow. "Now to be honest, I'm a very sensitive person and very good at keeping secrets. Yes you can tell me, and I'll listen. At least it'll be more useful than you bringing me here just to waste my time."

"I don't want to confide, but I have a problem I can't solve."

"Yes, just say it." Now they both sit on the beach barefoot, white sand stuck in some parts. But it doesn't matter to both.

Marvel is actually hesitant to say, but what's wrong with trying. He also felt very bad about his own feelings.

"How to get rid of our feelings for someone."

"Who else do you like?" Dian remembers Marvel's story very well, the last time this man told her his feelings for her best friend. Arini's.

"Jawab it." There was no intention of Marvel to respond to Dian's question.

"Yes, it actually depends. If the person we often meet, of course, the feeling is difficult to forget let alone eliminate it. But even so, I think even deep feelings will disappear over time if the person you like does not reciprocate your feelings." Dian drew a heart shape on the sand, then split it with a line of cracks. "So did he reply to her?"

Marvel sees the line of cracks, actually can not unite. He looked down, "No, he didn't reply. There are others who fill her heart full." she explained, but still heard by Dian.

Hmmmm.. now Dian understood, "Then you try to accept the situation, if in fact he already has, in fact you are not a match. And you just find someone who can fill your own heart, someone who can turn your feelings to her. Because that feeling will disappear if there is a new person who replaces it, who will erase the memories and replace them with new things from it."

"You know life goes on, so don't let feelings affect you, don't be a slave to love! You deserve to be happy too, like the one you love. He must be happy." Dian's advice is wise, breaking a tangled thread in Marvel's mind. He became a little excited to immediately let go of the feeling of uselessness, the feeling that has bound him to this day.

"Do you have a partner?" ask Marvel suddenly.

"No, yet" replied Dian looking up at the sky instead illuminated by moonlight. "But that doesn't mean you don't have a partner!" he stared cynically at Marvel who suddenly asked that. Was intent on ridiculing, after he saw the thin smile of the man.

"You're mocking me?!" ketus Dian's. "As far as you know yes, my life is happy and far better than you who languish with love clapping one hand."

Marvel's faint smile changed with a small laugh, allowing the words of the woman who gave him this wise advice. "Yes you're right."

"Now come, I will treat you as a sign of apology and thank you for accompanying me today."

"Yes your apology will be received after seeing the bill amount later, you almost made my life drift." Dian joked. They both headed to the restaurant on the beach.

*****

"Papa bought that car how?"

"Mh... Mm...." Gel Azzam.

"Papa bought it tonight, too," Bian bargained dozens of times, with things Azzam liked. But his son still refused, even ignoring all lucrative offers from him.

"Don't want to, anyway Azzam still want to sleep in Mama's room." The break is so absolute.

Bian sighed, in some way what else he could use. "Will sleep there? Can't possibly sew threesome ‘kan?" bian's reasoning sounds ridiculous. But it wasn't Azzam who couldn't answer.

"However, yesterday we slept three." Reply Azzam changed the broadcast teve because they were in the living room. My mom is still in the kitchen, I don't know what to do.

"Yes, it was yesterday-yesterday and it tormented Papa so much," for Bian inwardly with a look on the face of a persecuted tub. Azzam.

"Papa face don't do that, later people think that the child molested his own father."

"The reality." Bian's murmuring was unclear.

"Why Pah?"

"Nothing, but if you still insist on sleeping in your room, Papa won't love snacks." Threat Bian. The pregnancy hormones that he also bears make him sensitive, even with his own child.

"Oohhh, Papa is threatening ya." Azzam's smile raised one of his lips, clearly a defeat to his papa. "Actually I also do not need pocket money from Papa anyway, Papa knows for himself Alvaro Group that has made me become rich crazi at this very young age." Azzam puffed out his chest that was not that field. He looked again at his father who was now sighing with a pias face, making him open in his heart.

"What are you doing?" tanya Arini approached the two, it looks very strange because the television is turned on is not watched.

Bian and Azzam turned around at the same time, finding the woman they both loved carrying a tray of ice cream.

"Well, does anyone want to?" ask it to different men of that age.

"Dear, the temperature is hot." Bian immediately took one of the ice creams and plucked it.

"Cold feeling" said Azzam. Arini nodded, she ate ice cream not because the temperature was hot as the husband said, but because he wanted to. Probably a fetus.

"Why hasn't Mama slept?" azzam asked, now he began to feel sleepy. Hearing the child's question made Bian stop from eating.

"Yet, Mama still wants ice cream." Sahut Arini was quickly nodded by Bian.

"Yes, Azzam is going to sleep."

"Yes, don't forget to brush your face's teeth." Arini reminded.

"Ready Mah." Azzam respectfully, obediently. Then turn right towards his own room on the second floor.

Bian, who was anxious to follow the departure of the child, turned out Azzam had indeed entered in his own room. He breathed a sigh of relief, as well as upset because he felt lied to by his son. The mouthful they had been doing since seemed to be useless.

*****

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