Father of My Son

Husband and father

"I came home" said Dira, opening the door at ten that night. There are many jobs that take up time in the factory. For the future of the factory that became the forerunner of the establishment of Kenan Grouph and also the care of his grandfather, Dira willing to tire.

Bia was asleep in bed. Beside him also fell asleep Diandre and Divan. Guilt was burning in Dira's heart. This three days he was busy alone until he always came home at night and let Bia keep both heroes alone.

The plan, Dira wants to shower and change clothes first. However, he heard Diandre's whining. Before Bia woke up, Dira immediately put on a handsanitizer and held Diandre. At the age of still not even one month, babies do cry often without having a fixed schedule.

Dira tried as much as he could. If Diandre just feels uncomfortable, it is usually just carried directly silent. Apparently the diaper is wet. The two young parents had agreed not to use diapers for Diandre's health. Dira immediately took Diandre to the walking closet where there was a diaper changing table.

"The handsome papah baby stopped crying, huh? It's a change, '" he said. He opened Diandre's diaper and wiped the wet parts of Diandre's body with a cloth that he had dipped in warm water.

Dira has done it because for a week Bia is still in recovery, Dira takes care of Diandre. Unless Diandre is hungry, only Bia can take care of that.

After the diaper was changed, Diandre went straight back to sleep. Dira replaced the waterproof mat with a new one, then laid Diandre on the bed again. Dira glanced at the sleeping Divan hugging his pororos doll. He stroked Divan's hair and dyed his chubby cheeks like that of a mangrove.

Divan moves slowly. Her little hand touched Dira's cheek. Feeling the warmth of his papa skin, Divan opened his eyes. "Who's home?" tanyakanya. Dira nodded. He pats Divan's back again.

"Why sleep here?" ask Dira. Usually the child often refused every invited to sleep in Dira's room.

Divan rubbed Dira's cheek gently. "She doesn't exist, Divan keep sister equally mamah," replied Divan innocently.

Dira peeps Divan's forehead. "Thank you so many children. Big brother is great. Now it's getting older and make papah proud continue," praised Dira.

Divan smiled happily to get compliments from his papa. Dira patted Divan's back again.  "Divan's sleeping again, Papah wants to take a shower and get changed, okay?"

It didn't take long, Divan yawned and then closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Soon Dira went to the bathroom to clean the body and change clothes in pajamas.

Dira was silent for a long time in front of the electronic device. Until it appeared fad to open social media that he had not opened for a long time.

However, once you see the log in page, Dira remembers the account of her partner with Bia when SMA first. He still remembers his email as well as his password. At that time, children in school were indeed popular to create a couple account. Amazingly the account was not found by anyone until now.

What is uploaded to the internet is indeed stored for a long time. Photos of Bia and Dira SMA time still stored there even though the printed version had burned first. On a whim, Dira downloaded the photos again and she saved them in her personal album.

There are photos of Dira and Bia taken from infancy to high school graduation. Another Dira frown. He composed the photos, from those born, toddlers, entering Kindergarten, SD, Junior High School, SMA to photos when Dira became an artist and Bia gave birth to photos when they were married. After that, Dira added a photo with Diandre that was just taken yesterday.

Dira laughed to herself putting together the photos. Especially when arranging photos of Divan from infants to the age of three years. The boy had his position. Most severe pose Divan when stretching hands and lifting one leg like Bruce Lee. Mana while wearing green glasses and clothes over all.

After the video was completed, Dira entered the song of his creation for Bia which was released two years ago then he uploaded it to the IG story on his artist account that he had locked.

Dira sees the photos in the feed. He saw himself while still busy with the world of artistry, photos during the recording, while shooting video clips, shooting to get together with his fellow artists. It just happened yesterday and now it's over.

Dira looked at her sleeping little family. "If I were still an artist, I couldn't watch you sleep like this. At least when you go home, sleep because you're tired."

Sensing her husband's whereabouts, Bia awakens. He opened his eyes and half sat on the bed. "Dira, are you home?" ask Bia.

"Sleep again, wake up if I want to sleep" Dira suggested.

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