Father of My Son

Clarifications

"When you arrive, open the paper." Bia gave a pink piece of paper to Dira before leaving to attend the press conference. Now, the paper is in the hands of Dira who is sitting on the sofa waiting room while leaning back.

"What did he write, anyway?" ask Dira wonder. He opened the paper and laughed.

If you are trembling, look at the glass keep saying the word 'monkey'.

"Why?" tanya Kalvis heard the sound of Dira's laughter. Even the voice was contagious until Kalvis himself wanted to laugh.

Dira rubbed his face. He tried to stop himself from laughing. "My wife is getting more and more tilted in her brain" Dira commented. Until the end of his eyes were wet from being too satisfied to laugh.

Out there, precisely in the ballroom R Ever agency is ready many journalists sit at the table provided by the committee. In ten more minutes, Dira will face the public.

"Strengthen Dira, after this it will all be over."

Time is moving forward. Several times Dira tidied up her brown suit. He was impatient to get everything done.

"Dir, come on." Matteo opened the waiting room door. Dira nodded. He got up and so passed the mirror where he used to see the reflection of his face being on the make up, Dira took a breath and took it out. "Monkey," he said slowly and successfully, he laughed again.

Dira walked leisurely facing the end of his career as an artist. At least he had achieved what he aspired to and now his turn to do the duty as a husband and also a father.

Camera lights switch light. The glint was already a natural thing for Dira. The difference so far he has become a concern because of pretation, now the center of a scandal that is hot and shaking the world.

Matteo shows the chair where Dira should be sitting. Mr. Pier accompanied as a formality. Dira looked around. Many reporters who seemed to have been anxious wanted to ask him a question. They are ready to broadcast live and connect with their respective television stations.

After the countdown began, Dira lowered her public apology. From the house Bia watched the show. He who cheered Dira initially now tense up. Even Bia's palms felt cold and sweaty.

"You can do it, Dira. You are great" said Bia.

Meanwhile, Dira began to sit up straight and string out what words fit as an opening. "I'm Dira Kenan. You all know the reason why I am here. I apologize for the noise I've been doing lately."

Again flashes of light from the camera lights alternately appear. Dira again regulated his breathing. He started to get nervous until his legs shook.

"Honestly, I read the comments addressed to me and my family. However, I will explain if what happened during this time is purely my fault. My parents, extended family, wife and children are just victims of my stupid actions all along" Dira continued.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes for a moment and then started to look back forward. "Drabia Louis, my wife. I have known him since the baby. We were taken care of by the same people. So for me, she is not just a friend, but also a sister. We dated for five years and less than three years ago, she gave birth to our son, Divan Kenan. You must have seen it in Hugo's post as well when my parents were walking."

A man raised his hand. Dira nodded and gave the reporter a chance to ask questions.

"I heard Mrs Drabia raised her own son all this time. Why don't you take responsibility for that and then how can your relationship end and you relate to Cloena Parviz."

"I broke up with Bia because of my contract with the agency that at the time banned me from dating. He understood my situation back then and I also intended to go back to him even if he didn't know. However, there was a misunderstanding. This misunderstanding can certainly only be explained by Cloena Parviz because she has a big hand in it."

Dira folds his hands on the table. He began to get rhythm from his explanation. "For these three years, Drabia kept the child alone unnoticed by anyone, including me. He is not a person who enjoys getting attention. He was always who he was, pure and kind. The woman who used to support my career, gave me auditions, gave me encouragement, and for these three years she was willing to be lonely just to protect my career."

"I kind of objected to the words of some people who said he sought attention or deceived me. No. gabe. Because Divan Kenan was born before the wedding, to make his birth certificate we need to have a test. The result is certainly positive, he is my son, therefore the state wrote my name on his birth certificate. If he seeks attention, he will reveal the child since he was still in the womb. It's not that I suffered alone for three years and only confessed after I was forced to admit it."

The reporter listening to it nodded. "Then did it cause your relationship and Cloena Parviz to end?"

Dira shakes. "I want to focus on my problems and my family. About that you ask the concerned. I hope he is responsible for what he does. Because if he's lying, I don't hesitate to reveal everything along with the evidence I have," replied Dira.

"Did you marry your wife because you wanted to be responsible?" ask the other reporters.

Dira smiles. He remembered his wife's face. "Do you know what it's like to have someone to depend on? Have a playmate who knows all the way into the recesses. To me he was like life. If you know my songs all this time, it's all about Drabia. Ever since we parted, my life has been ruined and has no direction."

"He was as far as I missed. Until his voice, until his face was so familiar. I've never admitted this in front of so many people. But on this occasion, even though I can't prove how much I feel and make people believe me, I want to say. Drabia Louis Kenan, I love you. Thank you for being with me for twenty-one years. Thank you for always encouraging me. Thank you always for being the reason I'm alive."

Dira's eyes glazed over as she said it. His last sentence provoked a subtle sigh in the hearts of those who saw him. "My deed that tarnishes a plain and kind girl is simply not worth imitating. I hope all men learn from my mistakes. I hope they can keep the sanctity of the woman they love. I'm sorry I'm not perfect and there are so many stains that you're disappointed. My past mistakes are inexcusable. In the future I will learn better to be a husband to my beloved wife and father to my little son. For that as official as I withdraw from this world and also from the agency starting today."

Dira. He looked down at the apology again. On the other hand, Bia shed tears. During this time always doubted her husband's feelings, Bia felt sure that now there was only her in Dira's heart.

Just a few steps Dira walked, Bia was stunned. Someone threw an egg at Dira. Not one, not even many people infiltrated in.

"Dead you Dira Kenan! Dirty men like you don't deserve to live, "insult them.

Dira smiles. He stopped those who tried to take the egg from his body. Dira.

"I'm sorry for dirtying this world, but I can't die right now. My son and wife are waiting at home" said Dira, with her trembling body holding back tears.

"What's wrong, Bia has more humiliation than this" Dira told herself.

Bia looked down sad. She was angry, seeing her husband insulted like that. It was the same as her own humiliated self. "Whatever Dira is my life."

"Come, Dir. We go home" he said, hugging Divan who was asleep in his lap.

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