Father of My Son

The Duties of a Father

"I can sleep again. Have you eaten?" ask Bia. Dira nodded. He had dinner with his business partner.

Bia approached her husband. He then stood beside Dira's work chair. The desk and chair were in the workspace. Only after Diandre was born did Dira move to the room to be able to work while watching her baby.

"You open your IG again?" ask Bia. Dira grabbed his wife's body and sat Bia on his lap. Dira showed the video he made from a combination of their first photos. Seeing that, Bia smiled happily because she could remember the past. Moreover, Dira still keeps a photo of Bia with her family first.

"Look at this it feels like just yesterday I learned to adventure on my own. Sometimes I think, why the hell do I have to try living alone while taking care of Divan. If you remember I was very spoiled, then realized .. Maybe God wants me to be more independent," said Bia sage.

"But I miss it, you know, you know" protested Dira.

Bia chuckles. "Lack of money especially, Pah? You bring breakfast, bribe me, replace keep Diandre with Divan. Husband people don't necessarily go home from work like that."

"Three years you take care of Divan himself where it can be the same. You used to take care of Divan yourself while working. What difference?"

Bia nodded. It is true what her husband said. In the past he also went to work to look after Divan and returned to Divan again did not feel tired. "And I'm her parents" chirped Bia.

This time it was Dira's turn to chuckle. "I'm also Divan's parents and Diandre, your husband too" Dira said. They look at each other. For a long time they could not make fun. First because Bia was pregnant and during that time Dira always had a backache. Boro-boro wants to satisfy the inner call, every movement just pain like stepped on an elephant.

After Bia gave birth, Diandre and Divan always took a ration of time. At least tonight Dira can get one kiss. Dira's lips are ready to go forward. Bia responds to her husband's code. He moved his face towards Dira. Seconds by seconds they get closer until the breath feels the temperature on the skin of the face. Just move forward a little more.

"That Divan money!" pekik Divan bounces, but managed to make both parents chuckle from their respective positions. Dira until rubbed his chest so shocked.

Before long they both laughed after realizing that Divan was just chanting. "Just go to sleep, he remembers the money. He has grown up do not want to hoard his treasure," commented Dira while laughing amusedly. His first son was obsessed with being rich.

"Wrong you too, often ajakin he was wasting money in the mall. So he was happy, so he thought money could buy happiness" commented Bia.

Dira nodded. After going for a walk, the child must have forgotten everything. Especially seeing them if they have bought something looks happy and laughs funny.

Bia turned to Dira's laptop screen. He saw DM IG Dira notifications that already have numbers up to a row of eight plus numbers. Fuck, Bia opened the DM. Dira only noticed what his wife was doing.

"Why do you rarely open the DM? Maybe they're your fans." Scroll to the bottom message. Many of the meanings that Dira received, but the more time passed the messages contained the expression of longing.

I miss your voice

When's the concert again, brother?-

Come back, no one can replace you

Bia gulped. How many loved her husband's voice. "Aren't you going to sing anymore?" ask Bia.

Dira leaned back against the chair and then shook his head. "Don't know! Maybe because I'm used to life now, I forget that I was once an artist," he replied flatly as if he was sincere with the path he took now.

Bia. He felt guilty for distancing Dira with his ideals. In fact, Bia was the most supportive of Dira first. Unknowingly, Bia also missed seeing how bright Dira was on stage.

"If you want to go back to being a singer, that's okay. I support you, " cried Bia.

Dira shakes. "Having two children, it feels ashamed if it is still highlighted by girls. More than that, Bi. Afraid olleng. You don't know what the world is. Many end up leaving their wives because of love of location."

"That's how you intend, Pah. If the intention is just to work, that's okay. Let alone the world of artists, if the intention of cheating even in the office is a lot of who love the location. Our teacher at High School was cheating, remember?"

Dira nodded. Funny thing is that he and Bia caught his teacher with other women when they were also caught by the teacher being alone in a karoke place.

What Bia said has a point as well. It's just that Dira has been lazy with a busy schedule. "When I get back to singing, I don't want to be on the label. Unfortunately if I don't enter the agency, it means I can't sing songs whose patents already belong to them. It means it has to write a new song and it will be a long time. Thinking about it I've been lazy myself."

Dira wrapped her arms around Bia's stomach. His head rested on his wife's shoulder. Bia rubbed Dira's hair. "I heard you want to go out in a clothing production?" ask Bia.

Dira stunned. "You know where it came from?" tanya Dira was confused because she seemed to have not told the matter.

"Ezra said that. He said you have an idea to make your own clothing brand because it brings more profit for Kenan Manufacture."

Dira nodded. Kenan Manufacture during this time only produces fabrics. The price of fabric is sometimes purchased cheaply by clothing production sites. Therefore, Dira wants to use his name so that the selling value of Kenan Manufacture fabric is much higher. It's just that he has not found what kind of clothing brand he will introduce to the public.

🍁🍁🍁