Father of My Son

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"Well, Papah is crying. Messy." Divan complained to Bia who was preparing dinner for the family of Ernesto Kenan. Although they are grieving, they must fill the energy to get through tomorrow.

Divan tugged at Bia's hand for her mother to follow. Bia according to him. Divan carried him through the living room and hallways of the room until he arrived in front of a two-leaf white door.

"No, Papah cana!" point Divan. Bia nodded. He knew it was Dira's room. Slowly Bia opened the door and saw Dira sitting on the side of the bed hugging her knees and crying. Which wife's heart is not filled to see her husband like that.

"Flame," said Divan again shrieked.

"Divan have dinner first. Let Mamah comfort Papah, huh?" advice Bia. Divan nodded. The boy ran back to the dining room.

Bia entered and closed the door to Dira's room slowly. She approached Dira and patted her husband on the back. "Eat first, you had a little breakfast earlier."

Dira raised his head while wiping away the tears. He held onto Bia's wrist as if asking for help. Bia sat in front of Dira then hugged her tightly.

"Bi, why have I been missing Grandma for three years. But he was lonely. He called me a lot, but I was busy. I'm evil, Grandma must be disappointed in me." Dira wailed in Bia's arms.

There were no words Bia could take out to comment on him. Bia just rubbed Dira's hair and patted her back slowly.

"From little Grandma who always accompanied and taught me. It was only after I had success that I forgot Grandma. Why should he have a grandson less a jar like me."

The room only heard the sound of Dira crying. The door to the courtyard opened. It felt a cold wind blowing into the room as if uttering a sense of condolence.

"May I ask?" Bia wiped away her husband's tears. "Did Grandma say you lacked a jar or say she hated you?" ask Bia. Dira shakes.

"You think Grandma's a liar what an honest person?"

"Of course Grandma's an honest person." Dira was confused as to why Bia could ask that.

"Did Grandma say she loved you?" ask Bia again. Dira nodded. "Because Grandma was honest, she was telling the truth. Grandma loves you. Maybe he was disappointed, but his affection overcame all. Grandma is also your mother, right? I'm also a mother, although the naughty Divan I can still forgive her. Because I'm a mother" explains Bia.

Hearing that Dira calmed down a little. Bia hugged Dira. He knew Dira needed a sharing friend. "You know what I saw in your eyes when we met again?" ask Bia.

"What?"

"Lonely," replied Bia.

Dira looks up. He saw his wife's face. Unexpectedly, there was finally someone who could see deep into his heart as well.

Dira smiles. He returned Bia's embrace. "How can I not be lonely. My crazy playmates are deep in Emertown. There's nothing I can do to make cherries, speed on the road, play on the beach and have a picnic."

Bia chuckles. "What's the point of your boyfriend then. Isn't that girlfriend a sharing friend?"

"Friends sharing a bed means?" it was Dira who immediately got a poignant pinch on his arm. "sorry. It's so bad, I'm sad, right?"

"Which sad people want that problem! It's good to visit!" nagel Bia's. He pulled Dira's arm. "Wake up, eat first. Wash your face, do not cry. Divan look at it, later he says his papa is crybaby."

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"Cloe and Dira back together?" Bia read the tagline on the news show. Ana nodded. "Says Cloe looks close to Dira as well as Aunt Maria. So they think Cloe and Dira are better."

Bia shook her head. Though the family is in mourning, they had time to write news like this. Bia came out of the room to the front door of Dira's house in Emertown. He had intended to take the sandals left behind. However, Bia is shocked by Cloe's presence there.

"You? What's in here?" Cloe's voice is loud and high when interrogating Bia. He dragged Bia towards the deserted courtyard. Her hands were so tight squeezing Bia's arms that Bia was in pain.

"Well, if you dare tempt Dira again! I warned you before. Don't let me make you disappear from this world!" cloe's Threat. Bia trembling.

"I just wanted to say my condolences, really. Yesterday was not because it was not good. So today just came," explained Bia equally high.

Cloe grabbed Bia's hair. "Whatever it is! I don't want you close to Dira's family. You are just trash here. You should know where you are!"

"After all, Grandma Benedith is very dear to me. If I don't come here, it's not rude." Bia won't lose. It's a reply to Cloena's hairpins. The woman if not challenged by physical use, does not work.

Cloe pushes Bia until Bia's back hits the wall hard. "Heh, don't lie, yeah! I know you're just benefiting the situation! Hear that! I don't want you here anymore. Better get out of here and don't block my way to draw sympathy from Dira and her family. I'm pressing! The body is mine!" Cloe pointed at Bia's face.

Vibrating already Bia's body. He squeezed his hand and stood up and slapped Cloe. Cloe staggered, but managed to get up and grab Bia's body. Not to be outdone, Bia pinched Cloe's body. Then they play the jambak-jambuk.

"Basic women ja lang rude!" bia Ogat.

"You cheap poor woman!" reply Cloe.

Cloe became more and more, he pushed Bia from the side to fall into the grass.

"Cloena!" snarled Dira who came from inside the house. Apparently there was a waiter who saw the incident and complained.

Dira walked up to the two women. When he was close to Cloe, Dira violently slapped the woman. "You better get out of here. I'm sick of seeing your face."

Cloe held her cheek in pain. "Dira, why would you do this to me?"

Dira helps Bia stand up and pat Bia's dirty dress. "Go now before I get angry!" expel Dira.

"I'm doing this because I love you. I can't live without you. Why don't you understand, anyway?"

"Enough Cloe! You don't need me, all you need is my money. Don't be afraid, I won't ask for money for your apartment. One more thing, what you said at that time I can't forgive you at all. Especially now that you're hurting Bia again. I'm sick of seeing your face. Before I reveal what you really are, it's better to stop bothering me!" press Dira.

Cloe's still standing there. His breath is so tight. He slapped Dira. "Less a jar! You think you can just leave me after what we did? Let's see you later, I'll make sure you bend your knees asking me back."

Dira laughed cynically. "Dream Cloe, before the reality dawns on you if you're not human!"

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