Father of My Son

Meet the In-Law

Emertown may be a memory when the two couples decide to return to Heren. Under the yellowing maple tree, Bia and Dira kept white daisies.

Divan. He had always been confused since Bia had brought him here. "Grandmother did not wake up anyway," protested Divan.

Dira pulls Divan's arm slowly. He sat crouching and Divan on a stand on his lap. "Tante, good morning. It's Dira, sorry just came here now. I am also sorry for all the sins that you have committed. Dira makes aunty like this. Dira does not deserve to be forgiven," said the man as he rubbed his tombstone Bia.

"Bad shit, cih. Divan uga said pa," chirped Divan made a sad atmosphere turned amused to want to laugh. Dira to catch his breath because of his son's actions.

Bia grinning the horse. "I'm sorry this aunt's granddaughter. He still doesn't understand anything, but he is kind and loving" Bia said.

Dira took his wife's hand. "Now we're together, Tan. Bia and I are married. We have a family. I promise I'll look after Bia forever" Dira said.

Divan. He thought his mother and father were being abnormal. Lekas Divan came down from Dira's lap. He looked around at the cemetery not far from his parents.

"Tomorrow bring Bia back to Heren. The plan runs out we will go to the tomb of father and mother. Previously because of circumstances we did not have time to say goodbye to you. So I'm asking permission today in the right way."

They've been there a long time. Dira carries Divan while leading Bia to the parking lot of the cemetery complex. Dira's black sedan car was waiting there. Only about twenty minutes they arrived at the cemetery complex provided specifically for Kenan Grouph employees. There Bia's parents rest for good.

Their hills pass through with yellowing grass. The leaves have fallen. Unlike the first cemetery that looks like a field and only a few trees, this cemetery is actually more decorated with trees and buildings that shade it.

"That, right?" point Bia. He remembered where his parents were buried. Dira nodded. No flowers were kept there. It's clear how long Bia hasn't been here.

Lousiano Louis and Angelica Jenifer Louis rest in the same tomb pit. On the right was his youngest daughter and on the left was his eldest son. Only Bia was left behind and is now in Dira's protection.

Four of their flowers were kept in the three tombs of the Louis family. Although initially able to hold back, Bia finally decays as well. Not that he was disrespectful because he never saw his parents. He was afraid he would not go home. The last time Bia came alone, Dira carried him home because until ten o'clock he sat there crying.

"Mother ... Dad ...," call Bia. He closed his eyes with the back of his arm. Dira does not want to calm down, let Bia cry to wash away her pain. Wouldn't it be easier to cry in front of your own parents.

"Father and mother, your daughter-in-law is coming. This is your little granddaughter. Bia is now independent. He can tie his own shoes, can even cook," Dira argued.

Bia still hiccups. He can't even get the words out. Unable to do so, Bia grabbed Dira's arm and drowned her face there. Dira rubbed Bia's hair with great affection. The wind blows and makes the sound of leaves rubbing against each other.

"I know you're sad. My loss of grandmother's departure is only ten percent of your grief. You're great and strong." Dira peeps Bia's forehead.

"Mamma napa?" ask Divan to worry. Dira shakes. He dropped Divan from his trunk. "Greet Grandma and Grandpa. That's oom and aunt Divan," pointed out Dira.

Divan patted his eel. "Everybody sleeps?" ask Divan confused.

Dira rubbed his son's hair. "Yes, they are sleeping because they have fought well" replied Dira.

Divan nodded. He scratched his head. "Divan night time tidul uga sdh juang good?" ask Divan. Dira nodded. "Why is she here?"

"You?" ask Dira while grinning.

Dira rubbed Bia's back. "Give respect to father and mother. Ask for blessings for our marriage, "he suggested.

Bia nodded. He walked forward with a hiccup. "Mother and father ... Bia is now married. There are great-grandchildren here too" said Bia stammered on the sidelines of the crying.

Dira rubbed Bia's hair again. "Great, you're a hero" he said. Bia nodded.

"Dir, are you equally mad at me? I let them down a lot" complained Bia.

Dira shakes. "No. If anyone deserves to be scolded, I will. You're a good kid, they're proud" Dira said. He hugged Bia tightly. Tears flowed back. It's been a while for both of her parents to leave, but it feels like it was just yesterday.

Divan takes the dry leaves that fall into her hair. He laughed funnyly then looked at the grave of his grandmother and grandfather from his mother. "Grandma grandpa kliput dak? Grandma cama grandpa in the cochlea, the cininya." Divan pointed at the bottom of his eyes.

After that he took the flower bond that Dira had saved. "This, for the grandmother of papah. cekalang papah dak naughty agi," said Divan.

Bia and Dira heard it and smiled. "Here" cried Bia and hugged her little son. Bia cried and Divan patted her back a few times gently.

"Cup .. mamah dak nangis. Mama tantik, mamah senum," said Divan calming. Dira hugged the two meaningful people in his life.

"Father and Mother, pray for us to live as much as you two. Pray that Divan will be a smart and good boy."

Divan walks while being led by Bia and Dira to the parking lot. Several times the sound of the child's laughter adorned the silence.

"And grandpa promised to buy Divan petawat. The lackey grandfather dak slash," complains Divan.

"Well, it's a toy plane. If you fly, can you fly? Remote car yesterday you just camplungin into the fish pond." Dira ruffles Divan's hair.

With annoyed Divan snorted. "It's a naughty mobin. Dak nullut. Said mamah klo dak nulut naughty," nagelnya.

Bia laughing. "Where to massage. You press all the remote buttons together."

Divan glanced at Bia with a sharp look. "Ih, this Divan is a chirp. Dak can mikin bibah," he lamented.

"Makanna kalna Divan macih kicil and want petawat nang slash-tebang. Later pawatnya ucak," ledek Dira imitate the way Divan talk.

"Telus and Divan ledek. Dotha loh! God is even cama papah. Delek!" threaten her.

Dira laughs. "You said you're ugly, that handsome one is you."

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