Father of My Son

Invitation Letter

"Ah, my life is perfect," Bia said with a smile until her eyes narrowed.

Which woman does not envy him. When she woke up saying hello to the sun that morning, her hands were already hugging the chest of the field as well as touching the six boxes on her husband's stomach. Even though the eyes were open, Bia would pretend to sleep for some time just for the sake of touching the burly muscles.

"There are so many women out there who can only see this on the video," he thought ignorantly. He could not help but hold back the laughter. Even so, Bia still tried to pretend to fall asleep while getting tighter hugging Dira's body.

Dira is still sound asleep. It's not unusual that the man will wake up bad luck. Holding fast to it, Bia mischievously traced the torn bread with her clasped fingers. Sometimes he smiles amusedly. Soon his eyes began to move on Dira's face.

Bia's index finger touches Dira's cheek which has a dimple on the right and left sides. If you're smiling, the curve is clearly visible and that's the sweet part of the man. Dira's skin is also so clean as freshly washed white curtains.

Unfortunately, the good looks made Bia lose control. He grabbed Dira's cheek and then he kissed her with anxiety. Dira was clearly shocked. Even the man screamed for release.

"Bi, what the hell, Bi!" peekik Dira's. He rubbed his sore cheek as a result of squeezing his wife.

Outside the sun still lurking behind the clouds. The cold air made wrestling with the blanket so pleasant. "You're funny when you go to sleep" replied Bia, pinching Dira's cheek again.

With his eyes half open, Dira pecked on the bed. Several times he rubbed his eyes so that his entire life could be gathered.

"I'm gonna wake up, ah." She pulled out the blanket and walked to the bathroom. Dira lay down and closed his eyes again.

After the shower, Bia walked out of the room. Mrs. Carol was up and sitting in the dining room. Bia showed me her white teeth.

"Sorry, I'm bad luck." Bia sits on a table-obstructed chair with Mrs. Carol.

"What's wrong. You played Divan last night, right?" Mrs. Carol understands Bia's situation. Divan is active and begins to be difficult to ask for sleep. Advice from psychologists, Divan must reduce sweet foods. By his parents reduced, he even diligently took his own sweet food in the refrigerator.

"Divan awake?" ask Bia curious. The longer, the more he looked like Dira - sleeping at night and waking up during the day.

Just a few seconds said, Bia was immediately aghast as a result of hearing the sound of the door being opened forcibly. The dining room door is directly facing the backyard.

"Songs, Mah. Cepetan ental kebulang," exclaimed Divan who emerged from the glass door. Bia rubbed his chest. "Yok, make olaf!" bring him.

Bia shaking. "Eat first, Divan. The snow is still thin, cannot be made olaf" Divan said. Divan looked disappointed to hear it. He walked into the dining room. "The shoes are off," insisted Bia. Divan nodded and took off his shoes.

The boy climbed into the chair beside Bia. The waiter brought a special meal for Divan which was indeed a small piece made to make it easy for the child to spoon and chew.

"Eat the sandili, huh?" ask Divan. Bia chimed in with a nod. The wooden chair that Divan was riding on sounded squeaking because the Divan sitting did not want to be silent. He began to stir the bowl with a spoon due to difficulty taking a meal.

Although Gregetan saw it, Bia still let Divan. With self-eating exercises, his hands could be better trained. It's like a heart, but it's for Divan's sake.

"Your husband doesn't eat?" ask Mrs. Carol.

"When he wakes up, he'll eat himself." Bia poked the apple that was his breakfast. He was on a diet as a result of two kilos. Want to not end the marriage of the husband stabbed people, Bia so keep the appearance. Nowow.

It turned out that what was being talked about instead appeared from the middle room door. Dira was wearing a black t-shirt and shorts like she was mourning.

"Morning, Ma'am," said Dira. Mrs. Carol returned with a smile. Dira poured milk into a glass. He walked to the window and drank milk there while shaking his waist with his left arm.

The soft light from the window shone on his face. "You drink milk just need action first. Another shooting ad, sir?" bia protest.

Dira turned around while rubbing her hair back. Even so, Dira's soft hair remained back to the front and fell neatly. "The risk of a handsome man is that. Even though it is not possible to even suspect advertising," he said kepedean.

Bia until crossed Dira with a piece of apple. Instead of directly eating, Dira instead kept the glass of milk that was still half left on the table and walked to the front door.

"Ih, naughty, huh?" Divan sounded annoyed because the food was difficult to get into the spoon. For a long time he began to be impatient to scoop food with his right hand and left hand to push food to the spoon.

"Sneakers, um. Eat it with one hand only" advised Bia. He took a tissue and cleaned Divan's left hand.

Baby, that son is resourceful. "Okay, one hand ja." Funny thing is Divan uses his right hand to roast food and put it in his mouth.

"Oh, Divan. Why eat with your hands?" lamented Bia. Back Bia cleans Divan's hands with tissue.

Sounded Dira's steps into the dining room. He looked at the letter he had just gotten from the mailbox in front.

"Ciee .. waiting for a love letter," ledek Bia.

Dira sat in the main seat at the dining table. He wrote a letter containing the bill as well as the promotion of this subscription and that. Only two letters caught his attention. Both have the same shape, only the recipient is different. "Dira Gavin Kenan's. Drabia Azura Louis," Dira read to whom the letter was shown.

Not long ago Dira Manyun. "What people send less updates? It's clear you're married, still have the family name that used to be," protested Dira. It is also impossible if this letter was sent before they were married. It must not have been to this house.

Dira opens the plastic protective letter with just about anything. "The State Community High School reunion." He immediately realized that it was the High School where he studied first.

"Reunion?" bia asked with a lazy face. He still feels annoyed at the behavior of the High School student to him.

"Come here, Mah. Show that bears can turn into horses" ledek Dira. Once again he was thrown an apple from Bia.

"It's so nice to talk to your own wife, yeah! Just watch out later!" bia Ancam.

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