Father of My Son

Home Night

Return to life before marriage. There are many gig schedules, shooting to shooting that he must complete before his contract expires. That night, the biggest music festival in Heren was held with great fanfare. There are still many screams calling Dira's name with love even though Cloena had dropped a statement. Wise Dira fans, they do not interfere in the personal affairs of the artist with the work.

With the guitar in hand, Dira sings her signature pop song "illusion". The song climbed the position of one music chart in various countries in just one week. In his career, Dira has not felt his popularity fall. Since appearing on television audition shows, he has stolen attention for his good looks.

Deep in the house with its walls decorated with white paint, Bia was still waiting for her husband's return. Long and short needles meet in the same place. "Is it natural at this hour not to go home?" inner Bia. He lives in a city that has a curfew. Until midnight has not come home is considered strange.

He also never watched a music concert. After work and taking care of Divan, he was often tired and chose to fall asleep. This morning Dira left not saying she would do anything. He just bailed, kissed Bia's forehead and left without waiting for Divan to wake up.

"Even he didn't call at all," Bia grew riled up. His heart kept forcing him to find out, but his mind still harbored self-esteem.

I still hear the clock on the wall. Several times he moved into a sitting position. From the brown sofa, move to the green sofa and from daydreaming to unlocking his phone.

"Do I need a Divan check?" Bia got up from the couch. He walked up the stairs to Divan's room. His little son was still sleeping well. Suddenly a bad taste appeared. What if Dira meets Cloe and they come back? Bia sighed and tried to balance her mind.

He closed the door to Divan's room and went back down to the entrance of the house. The servants are asleep. Her cries opened the door of the house. Even from a distance seen the gate is still quiet, invisible characteristics Dira cars will arrive.

"Why hasn't my husband come home yet, anyway? Not calling again?" Bia speaks for herself. The more he thought the less calm he became.

The blowing wind was shaking his hair as well as his facial skin. Being outside alone gives Bia goosebumps. Soon he went back in and closed the door of the house that had two door leaves. He walked on the floor which had a dark brown wood pattern.

"I'm hungry" complained Bia as she rubbed her stomach. He went to the kitchen and brought fruit from the refrigerator. He remembers feeding Divan, but forgets dinner.

Bia sat in a round chair in the middle of the kitchen room. "I thought I could have dinner with Dira, so I waited. I know that he hasn't come home yet. There is no time to contact if you return late," said Bia.

His eyes looked at the white kitchen ceiling. "It feels weird to live in a big house again after such a long time."

His old house wasn't this big, but it was big enough that he had his own room and bathroom. Unfortunately because of the cost of living at that time, his house was forced to be sold because it had to pay debt installments to pay Bia's school fees until graduating high school. Aunt Rubi is not working and everyday they rely on loans.

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The show has arrived at the closing section. Finished already a concert together that pretty much seized energy. Not to mention because of yesterday's problems, Dira had to work double as compensation for his actions.

Dira's feet looked down at the stairs from the stage to the back. Matteo was waiting there. As soon as he saw Dira, he immediately draped the suit on the man's body.

"Are you tired?" ask Matteo.

Matteo chuckles. "Eat him don't fuck you!"

They entered the dressing room. Especially for Dira, he has his own room provided according to his request. He wanted to go home, but had to clean up makeup first.

"Where do you want to stay in the hotel?" ask Matteo.

Dira shakes. "I want to go home, Bia must be waiting. I forgot to call him too. Not used to. I thought I was still living alone" replied Dira.

"Who's he?" Matteo seemed to have forgotten that name. It's natural, stupid.

"My wife!" firmly Dira. The staff in the room knew that Dira was married. Because of Dira's treatment all along, they were so loyal to the man.

"Definitely waiting to be hugged by your wife, Dir," said Amelie, Dira's personal hairdresser.

"Yes donk, Mommy! If it gets hugged, lose me!" kelakar Dira's. He saw his phone still looking calm. Looks like Bia didn't contact Dira at all, did she sleep? "Did he not worry at all even if I came home at night?" inner Dira.

After cleaning up, Dira drove her own car home. Maybe because he was sleepy, he had the wrong way. The focus is still living in the apartment that used to be. Thankful only until half way, he immediately realized.

Dira finally arrived home. He rubbed his neck that felt sore. When he opened the door, he was stunned to see a house that looked calm. "Where it might wait, he must be sleeping waiting for Divan," said Dira a little disappointed. Dira walks into the entrance of the house.

When he was about to go upstairs, he heard a muttering sound in the living room. Curious, Dira entered the room that was blocked by half the wall from the entrance. Dira's eyes widened to see Bia asleep on the sofa while sitting down and his head lying on the armrest of the sofa.

Dira approached his wife with a smile. He lowered his head and rubbed Bia's hair gently. "Wait for me to come home?" asked Dira while whispering. Bia did not answer, the woman only moved a little because of aches.

Dira peeps Bia's forehead. He lifted his wife's body and then carried Bia up to the top floor. He laid Bia on Divan's bed. Dira rubbed Bia's cheek.

"Jagain our son first, huh? Later if he has dared to sleep alone, it's my turn that you accompany," said Dira. He kissed Bia's lips. Then his hand moved to rub Divan's hair.

"I'm sorry Papah is busy working until there is no time to play with you. All this Papah do so that you are not lacking like yesterday. Whatever Papah does as long as your life is adequate" said Dira. He sighed.

Seeing Bia and Divan fall asleep, it feels like Dira found her dream back. He stood up and walked around. Tired, Dira has no strength to walk into her own room. He lay beside Divan while holding Bia's hand.

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