Father of My Son

Make a Plan

Read "Wife of the Heir to the Throne" yuk. Stayin like the same comment every chapter so that the author feels at home here. 😁 Hopefully it can be more popular than ADA.

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"I'm lucky because my wife is so understanding. He always had time to think about me and the kids. Therefore, I wanted to give her a wedding anniversary gift that she could not forget," explained Dira to the worker who was installing accessories in the empty room where Dira wanted to give a surprise to Bia.

This room is in the form of a gazebo with high poles that support the roof and a beautiful marble floor with a giant daisy motif. No wall is the boundary between the room and the outside world. From the inside we can freely see the beach side.

The worker smiled and appeared to salute Dira. "There is rarely a man who looks after his wife. Your wife must be very happy" said the worker.

Dira nodded. "I hurt him and it tortured me. Until he tried so hard to get rid of my guilt. Now that I realize, I was wrong. It's just that I just stay to make him and myself happy now and forever. Because true happiness is when all parties share."

Dira stands. He saw how the room decoration was so beautiful with ribbons, balloons, flowers and a dining table. He walked towards the pole and looked off to the beach. The expanse of sparkling white sand and the smooth sound of waves make the atmosphere so supportive.

"What time is it, sir?" ask the worker.

"Maybe it's eight. After my first child at half-eight usually just slept. The problem is that the baby, still drinking his mother's milk," replied Dira while chuckling.

He was looking for a way for Diandre to be left behind. Fortunately Sayu gave a suggestion that Bia pump milk first into the bottle. Initially Dira is confused because he asked Bia

saving milk looks obvious if Dira will take him out. Dira finally has his own way. He called Bia immediately because it was six in the afternoon here and Dira had to get ready to take a shower and get dressed.

"Why?" bia asked on the phone and obviously his wife was harboring suspicions.

"Ituloh, I thought I could do it myself. It turned out to have to be the same wife because there must be a guarantor," explained Dira.

"Why should it be night, anyway? The children are sleeping no one is looking after" complained Bia.

"I'm during the day, right. So you can just buy a car now," explained Dira.

He made excuses to buy new cars for those styles. "You if you want to buy a car it must be used and it really needs. Car's a lot in the garage, why buy again, husband!" bia was upset.

Dira scratching his head. This way you can continue to fail. Where he had prepared everything perfectly. All right, inevitably Dira has to pull out the last move.

"You often have time for Divan with Diandre. The time for autographs is no time. Ituloh, Sayu said you can pump ASI to be stored," whine Dira.

Bia moved her lips to the right and left. If not minded with the psychological state of Dira, Bia will not give up. "Yes, it's okay. Just so glad I did. It's your own money" replied Bia.

Bia keeps the phone on the table. He stood up and checked on Diandre. Bia carried and kissed him. "You stay a while, okay? Papah you are spoiled again," said Bia. He kissed Diandre's cheek and put her back to sleep in the baby box.

Bia took a shower and changed clothes. Once ready, before leaving he pumps first ASI. Fortunately he had bought a pacifier and a pumping device in case he suddenly had to leave Diandre.

"Okay, if the gini so inget same Divan when the baby. Early in the morning must pump before work," said Bia while giggling. For a long time the pain he experienced if remembered even feels funny itself. Suddenly he misses work at the bakery as well as babysitting Divan alone to an amusement park or food shopping.

Got two pacifiers of milk, Bia store in a special refrigerator for ASI so that the nutrients are not damaged. Bia called the waiter to look after Diandre. After that, Bia walked into Divan's room.

There's Mrs. Carol's there helping Divan build a toy garage for Divan's truck. "Mom, I'm nitip Diandre, huh? That's Melisa waiting in the room, really," Bia's permission.

"Where are you going?" ask Divan curiously. He saw his mother dressed.

"Ituloh, papah ask for help mamah to buy a car," Bia story.

Divan stands while folding her hands on her chest. "Fuck, just lie! He said there's no money, it's buying a car!" his protest.

"Divan, cars aren't as expensive as planes. Buy a car with money, if there is no plane. Try Divan see where to store the plane?" tanya Bia gave an understanding.

"Bandala!" answer Divan.

"That time Divan between grandfathers to the airport see not how big the airport?" ask Bia again.

Divan. "Repent times! It's a baby too!" the answer.

"Where is our house bigger?"

Divan scratched his forehead. "Besal bandala, it is. There's an oak salesman, in the house there's no."

"Well, that's .. if you want to have a plane home we have to be as big as an airport."

Divan's eyes are wide. He remembers walking at the airport making him sore. "Uh, males lumah besal. Pegel's feet, huh. Not being a plane, Divan bought a car, "he promised.

Mrs. Carol and Bia were grinning horses. This kid has his way of thinking. Bia wanted to say, "the same train is the same plane." He could only end up in his heart.

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