Father of My Son

Flash Disks

Dira woke up again in the middle of the night. This time not out of anxiety, he got up to check on his wife. Bia several times shifted like looking for a comfortable position. Dira swiftly took the pillow and kept it on the left side of Bia's back. According to the article he read, he said it makes pregnant women more comfortable - when he means when pregnant.

"Sleeps well, huh? Healthy always. I must take care of you," said Dira quietly as she stroked Bia's hair. Soon his hand moved to his stomach. What Dira did turned out to be quite successful. Bia seems to be sleeping quietly.

Seeing Bia's peaceful face while sleeping made Dira smile. "Unexpectedly, my best friend who used to not be able to wear his own shoes, eat straws, until he could not scrunch a pencil, is now the mother of my son. Awesome mother," praised Dira. He kissed Bia again. "Thank you very much, my wife."

His eyes shifted towards the door. Vaguely the door is visible because the light is only a sleeping lamp that is now in the shape of an all box. Dira gets off the bed. His feet walked barefoot towards the door and opened it.

The atmosphere of the house is quiet because there are only a few Dira, Divan, Bia and Mrs. Carol lives there. While the servants if the night rest in the pavilion of the house.

Dira's feet continued to step, past the television rack and also the sofa in the family room and arrived at the door of Divan's room whose white door was hung pororo decoration. Slowly Dira opened the door. Divan sleeps while covering her body with a blanket up to the neck.

It's not enough to just check on Divan, Dira walks up to her son. He sat on the side of the bed, rubbed Divan's hair and then dyed it. The stripes on his son's face were very similar to those of his childhood. Even his attitude is the same. Although there was one thing that Dira was grateful for, Divan never harbored feelings like her.

"Sorry, yeah. Now you have to share it with your sister. Divan don't be afraid, papah's affection hasn't changed. Divan same sister equally papah dear. Divan everything for papah," said Dira.

His eyes involuntarily looked at the fairy tale book on the bed. As Dira recalled before Divan went to sleep, he had already kept the book on the shelf. Dira smiles. "You secretly wake up and read your own book?" he asked even though there was no answer from Divan.

Dira was surprised to hear the sound of Divan's room door as it opened wider. He turned to the door and found Mrs. Carol's in there.

"Young Master hasn't slept?" ask Mrs. Carol.

"No, Ma. Worry about Divan, so come here. Mommy rest, get tired later. Divan is active once now definitely," Dira suggested.

Mrs. Carol shakes. "Don't worry too much about Bia and Divan getting sick. A minute ...." Mrs. Carol left Divan's room.

Dira was still waiting there while rubbing Divan's hair. Before long Mrs. Carol returns with a book with a black plastic cover patterned with orange peel.

"Take a look at this, it might reduce a little what the Young Master is burdening" suggested Mrs. Carol.

After Mrs. Carol leaves Divan's room, Dira climbs into her son's bed and sits with her legs stretched out next to the sleeping Divan. Dira opened the book with the black cover. He was stunned, it was a photo of Bia and Divan when his son was born.

Dira rubbed his wife's face in a photo that looked so peaceful looking at the tiny face of Divan who had just been born into the world. Tears dripping into the photo. "I want to be there. I want to be there, just like you. It's hitting you, it's carrying Divan" he said, shedding tears.

He opens the next page. Photos of Divan while lying face down, sitting up to crawl are there. The moment that Dira really wanted to see, she could finally see even in the photo. Dira glanced towards Divan. He wiped his tears.

Accidentally when Dira shifts the album, a flash disk falls from the bulkhead of her photo. Dira immediately took out a flash disk. Out of curiosity, the man brought the flash disk into the study.

Arriving at his desk, Dira opened the laptop and connected the USB to his laptop. There are several videos there complete with the date when the video was taken. It looks like this flash disk was made Bia because it is so neatly titled and timed. Dira opens the longest video file.

This is a video of Divan being one month old. He opened his eyes and yawned and moved his hands. Her oval face with chubby cheeks looks funny wearing a yellow hat.

The next video shows Divan learning to lay face down, until he learned to crawl. The most touching part as he started chattering out one word.

"Mom, papah! Papahs!" he said while pointing at the door because the camera screen Bia glanced at the door.

"Not papah, it's bunny," ralat Bia. Because it was on the door of the house that was attached to the picture of Bugs Bunny.

His heart was broken again. Should be when Divan called so, Dira would come and give praise and warm hugs. He wasn't there at the time.

The next video shows Bia leading Divan on a walk. The boy chattered about mentioning many things even though they were wrong.

"Toey!" point Divan at strawberries sold at fruit stores.

"Flame, it's strawberry. Divan likes strawberries?" ask Bia.

Divan stared at the video with her sparkling round eyes. "Eat. Hap!" point it at her tiny open mouth.

Divan walked again. He said the word 'wah' every time he saw something that amazed him. Until he pointed in the crowd of people in the park. "Fuck!" call him. Dira's breath feels tight.

"No, it's not papah. That's someone else's papah" explained Bia.

"Fuck! Papahs!" call Divan while pointing at all the men who are with the little boy there.

Bia rubbed Divan's hair. "Yes, I'll see Papah, but it's not papah."

"Hmm .. papah!" Divan insisted.

Dira is crying tonight. He wiped his laptop screen. "What, Son. This is papah" he said. Regrets, disappointment in him re-energized. "Sorry papah, huh?" said it.

Dira stood up from his chair. He ran to Divan's room. He hugged his little son. "Divan, papah promise .. when Divan call papah, papah definitely come. Promise!" said it.

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This episode contains onions. Hope the reader is wise. If crying, tissue used snot thrown into the trash, do not go to the former place. Especially to the face of the husband, sin.