Father of My Son

Decisions That Cannot Be Changed

"Mamah beluang .. mamah beluang .. o al yu .. hil ay em .. hil ay em .. how du u do," Divan sang in the living room that morning after breakfast. He accidentally patted his stomach when saying the word mamah bear.

"Now papah pororo," Bia's request. Divan shook his head. Bia manyun's. "Why it's Papah's turn not even made funny songs," protested Bia.

"Father dalak!" chirps Divan then runs and hides behind the sofa. Bia until laugh made.

Dira who is eating almonds will stop chewing. "Father fierce, but if you want anything ask for it must be the same papah. How's divan?" his protest. Divan chuckles. He peeks.

Dira quickly took the phone. "Van, would you love chocolate so much, wouldn't you? Sing first, Papah record," Dira bargained.

Now he doesn't care about netijen. She wanted to feel like another parent, record her child's cuteness and upload it to social media.

Divan nodded. It's getting back to where it was. Several times he took a breath to smooth his voice. "Head and soder knis en gus knis end tus. En ay en mot en mot en nos." Divan sings head and shoulders with her own version while shaking her waist.

"Look!" Divan quickly approached his papa and saw a video of Dira's recording.

"Now let Papah send to inaagam," chirped Dira imitating Divan's speech.

"Don't! You want our child to be the target of blasphemy" Bia protested.

"We'll see the results. Are they ready to gossip this early?" his challenge. Sure enough, Dira made the video instast*ry and gave the text "Jagoanku" in the post.

Successfully, within a minute comments popped up. Dira read one by one. There are more questions than blasphemy.

Is he really your son?

Why did you introduce him now?

Sure he's your son? But it's similar. I'm not sure if that woman tricked you

He's Dira Kenan's drip

What about Cloena seeing all this?

"Something seems to have clarified that Divan is my son." Dira concluded his own netizen speech.

Bia nodded. He just activated his phone and chat from Ana and Sayu directly entered. "Bi, our school alumni told reporters. Your neighbor too," said Sayu.

Bia grunting. Already he thought his condition would be a source of pansos for everyone in his past.

"I feel like I want to tear their mouths" said Bia when she saw one of the online news links. Dira.

"Dira Kenan married a young widow," Dira loudly read it to laughter. Soon Bia hit him with a sofa cushion. Among the news that makes heartache, there is only news that shakes the stomach.

Out of curiosity, Dira read the news link. "The woman conceived and married. After her divorce from her husband, she took care of her own son."

Bia grunted again. It is said that the person who gave information was the one who was on campus with him. They only knew Bia was pregnant, after which Bia did not disappear.

"They're very smart to make story ideas. Why not just do a novel, huh?"

Dira patted Bia's shoulder. "My wife, the widow is getting ahead" Dira said.

Bia smiled cynically. "You wish me a widow. All right, 'cause I don't want a divorce the only way is ...."

"You're telling me to die?" cut Dira.

"I'm not saying, you think for yourself," ledek Bia launched an attack.

Dira pinches his wife's cheek. While Bia banged on the chest of Dira's field. In such circumstances, Divan becomes the forgotten here. The boy brought his pororos and walked into the room.

"Pololo, miss ogi?" ask Divan. He did not want to take a headache because he could see his mother and father joking until playing punch.

Suddenly Dira's phone rang. Lekas Dira stops his action with Bia. Their hair is messy not because of luck. "I'll take it up first" Dira's permission. That's Mr. Pier.

"You're! Why was it so hard to contact yesterday? You know what mess you're making?" the man's nagging. He was dizzy to hear the claims of compensation for Dira.

"How much? What fees do I need to replace?" Dira is straight to the point. Not Mr. Pier replied, Dira has played a guess. There are only two contracts with brands and five gig schedules. "Sell my apartment. There are two cars there, sell them too. That's enough."

Mr. Pier patting jidat. "Not that, Dira. Regardless of the fee you have to change, your name is more important. You who are always adored are now suddenly the subject of blasphemy for marrying a widow and leaving Cloena. Do you want to leave the world that raised your name with a bad impression?"

Dira grunts. "My wife is not a widow, you know that! One more thing, I know it will eventually. No one will forgive a man who leaves his lover pregnant. I'll make clarifications tomorrow. Let it go first. Tell me it's not your responsibility" he said.

After that, he hung up the phone. Mr. Pier was disappointed. He still could not influence Dira's mind. The man is the source of the most money.

"That department leader why is so stubborn, huh?" comment Bia.

"Instead, half of the agency's profits come from me. That's what he's after" Dira explained.

Bia shaking. Because of money, humans to the exclusion of social sense. Dira called Matteo. Matteo picked it up immediately. "Teo, prepare some trustworthy reporters. Tell me I'll give you clarification tomorrow. I may have to leave Heren as soon as possible. My story in this place is about time to end" Dira explained.

Hearing that Bia's heart felt full. How could? For the sake of being in his position all this time, Dira willingly walked alone. Now he's gonna leave all that behind? Bia got up and patted Dira on the shoulder.

"Dir, how could it be. Remember your fight all along."

"Teo, go. I beg for your help" Dira said, then hung up. He turned to his wife. "It's my decision. I don't want to live in this town anymore. It's quieter in Emertown."

She hugged Dira. She leaned her face on her husband's chest. "Don't lie to yourself. I'm your wife, I can understand. Under no circumstances will I give up, Dira. I don't want your struggle to go to waste. Especially because of me."

"Darling, I lost it all not because of you. It was all my fault, I chose that path." Dira peeps his wife's forehead. "I'm tired, Bi. I want to be completely happy. It's not just about laughing in front of others and being lonely. I want to go through my days with you who made my life perfect" Dira said.

"Then what do you want to do with that reporter?" ask Bia.

Dira nodded. "I'll get everything straight. About you, about Divan. I'll back off nicely and apologize for my behavior. Although they will not understand it," explained Dira.

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