Father of My Son

Grandson of Sultan

"Divan cat, dak dak money dak know what to buy," complained Divan. In his eyes swirled the many shoes that were in that shop. Maria rubbed her grandson's hair. "Divan vinegar smua, but there's no exact cimpenna."

"And your room is spacious." With a fit of anxiety Ernesto pinched Divan's cheek.

Divan's eyes glanced at the left side. "okay, deh. Grandpa toruh, huh? I'm not saying Mamah Divan wasted the baby's money." He made a deal. He always forbade him from wasting money. However, with his papa family he explored the entire mall for shopping.

"Divan emat, you know. Grandpa, grandma maksa." His hands were folded in front of his chest. Maria was just shaking her head at her granddaughter's behavior. In the past, he never been able to babysit Dira. The development of his son only he heard from the story of Grandma Benedith. Compared to his brother and sister, Dira did as a child most adorable.

When the grandmother and grandfather invited his first grandson to play, security was made strictly. Even so they let Divan become public attention from a distance.

"He's the kid with Dira?" Many people ask the same question when they see Divan with Dira's parents.

"What is Dira's son?" the other timpal. Thanks to the distance made by the security guard, Divan did not realize that he was being noticed. It is more focused on various kinds of toys and clothes and sweet snacks.

"Mr, get on the train!" pinta Divan pulled her grandmother's arm. Ernesto laughed.

"Why when I was young I didn't even have time to play with the kids. It's old this new dizzy chasing grandchildren." Despite looking tired, Ernesto is still eager to play with Divan.

Mary's lips curled. "Truely said people. The grandson is more dear than the child himself" he commented.

Already close to the toy train, Divan had to swallow disappointed because he could not ride the vehicle. He turned his back on his grandparents as a sign of protest.

"How else, his brother said Divan was not old enough. It should be four years" explained Maria.

Divan whining. Her tongue was clenched and her eyes would not look at the floor. "old. Four years Divan's always had a petawat" he protested. Ernesto again grinned. The boy still hopes to have a toy plane that flies and can be boarded. "Cemaline cama mamah bica, may!" add Divan.

Maria stroked Divan's back several times. "Maybe a smaller car."

Divan. "So, that's the cama!" emphatically. Divan is not wrong, the train is the same. It's just that in Emertown, Bia often fakes the age of Divan to play the train.

Another with Ernesto who does not know the mischief of his daughter-in-law, he does not believe the words of Divan. "Back from here we're taking the train, right?" bring him.

Maria nudged Ernesto's elbow. "Bah, remember the word Bia. Don't spoil Divan too much, even if we love."

Ernesto poked Maria's arm. "It doesn't exist either, Mah. After all, he was two years more likely to have to often feel sad because his wishes were not fulfilled. Now special because he's the same as us."

Ernesto and Maria lead Divan out of the shopping mall. The camera follows them from a distance. There were some reporters asking who the child they were leading was, but neither Ernesto nor Maria answered. They show more smiles.

"Grandpa, is Divan photos transparent?" ask Divan confused. He remembers being frightened by being chased by many people. Now he feels safe because they can't get close. Divan turned towards the reporter then smiled while winking one eye.

"His cut!" praise everyone who pays attention to Divan. Ernesto rubbed his grandson's hair.

"Ouh, they like Divan very much," he said.

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"Be careful" Bia said as she drove Dira to the door. Dira kissed Bia's cheek and they hugged. "Not night. If you can tell me."

Bia's mobile phone started to be activated again even though he often established himself not seeing the news as well as comments about him and his family.

"I'm not going anywhere. Just a business dinner with the Alvonz family. You know they're in need of an investment because of a shock to the communications business a few months ago" Dira said.

Although often focused on the world of artistry, Dira also often kepo with economic and business news. Initially to measure how far the development of Kenan Grouph in order to beat his own papa. After getting better with his papa, Dira was more challenged to advance the Kenan family-owned factory.

Dira shakes. "There are no scandals in business. The most important thing is how much money we flow and how many people depend. Realizing their daily lives depended on Kenan Grouph's money, they wouldn't care if I ran the business."

Bia nodding. "It is fitting that many entrepreneurs are still wara-wiri after being exposed to many cases" he commented.

Finally Dira left and Bia was again alone at home. Only about ten minutes from Dira's house to the Alvonz family residence because it is in the same residential neighborhood. He will meet the family's first son, Haley Alvonz.

Before Dira's car pulled over in front of the family patio, Haley was already standing on the terrace to greet her. Dira immediately saluted. Although here Dira who is a representative of the parent company, Haley is still older than him.

"True people say, Dira Kenan is very humble," he praised as he reached out as a greeting.

"This is not humble, but a symbol of the person who is learning to be more civilized" he said.

"Welcome Mr. Dira Kenan" Gwen Alvonz, wife of Haley. Dira lowered his head in a sign of respect. The woman wearing the purple dress smiled. "I really like hearing your song. It's an honor to be here to fulfill our invitation."

"Thank you very much, Madam. I really appreciate your compliment."

The meeting was held in a special guest dining room in the family home. Dira was honored that he was welcomed by the whole family.

"I spoke during your marriage" said Mr. Collins, Haley's father.

"Thank you very much. My wife and I are very happy to get a gift of flowers from you" said Dira.

"Young Kenan lady why not come here? I'd love to meet and greet her." Haley's mom was in the conversation.

Dira smiles. "Later visit I plan to take her, Madam. For the time being, things are still not calm."

"I heard the commotion the community made about the Kenan family. I'm sure you must be pretty overwhelmed with it." Haley looked at Dira.

Dira chuckles. "Lied if I said no. Papah asked me to come here. In addition to investment issues, we also know the Alvonz family is well-known in the field of information and communication," Dira code.

Haley nodded. A servant approached Dira and gave her a golden box. It has a usb.

Haley's smile curved. "That's data belonging to Cloena Parviz that she intended to give to journalists. What's in it I guarantee won't spread."

Then Dira breathed a sigh of relief. What his advice is true. Now it's Dira's turn to ask her secretary to give Haley an envelope. "I also guarantee that the investment funds you need will be given by the Kenan family as soon as possible."

After the deal, Haley drove him back to the terrace before leaving the house with modern architecture and three floors of it. Dira's eyes were glued to the graduation photos of Haley and her sister.

"Well, you graduated from the same campus as me" said Dira. Haley nodded. After that Dira saw a photo of Haley High School graduation. It was Hailfield High School and was a favorite school in Heren.

"So you're one school with Daren?" ask Dira.

Haley shakes. "Mr Daren is two forces above me."

Dira nodded. He and Daren are five years different, if Daren is older than Haley two years means Haley is older than Dira three years.

"Do you have any friends from High School?" ask Haley curiously.

"Yes, there is someone I know who is also a graduate of that High School" said Dira

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