Father of My Son

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The conversation about business is never ending. Unsatisfied was completed in the meeting room, continuing up to the dining table. Dira still felt troubled every time accidentally the corner of his eyes saw a small child walking on the floor of a fancy restaurant. He remembered the two little sons he had left far away to other continents.

Dira glanced at his phone. He presses the screen until the light is on. A picture of Bia with the kids is seen there. "The tough one despite having to replace me first," said Dira in his heart.

"Possible models for this brand should be replaced?" ask one of the company officials who will sponsor the D-zone sales in America.

"My son is too small to be too serious in the world of artistry. I strongly object," explained Dira trying to give understanding.

The sound of violin flowed into the entire room. Beautiful flower vases are made of glass and have ornaments of plants from gold paint displayed on the nightstand to decorate the spacious room. There is no VIP room in this restaurant. It's just that the class it has exceeds the price of the VVIP class. The restaurant is famous to foreign countries even though it is famous for being expensive.

"Is there a substitute?" Again the interlocutor Dira asked. This time Dira nodded.

"Some child actors were directly audited by the agency I founded. The plan will be selected four models with western, middle eastern, Asian faces and also black models. The goal is to give the impression that the D-zone is suitable for all races," explained Dira.

Looking at the D-zone sales reports of the past few months, many investors are looking to invest. That is quite profitable, especially if the investor is from abroad. Will increase sales.

"I hope our cooperation will succeed" said D-zone investors, palling. Dira. Not in vain Dira went away from the family because he got a lot of investment money even without the help of the name Kenan grouph.

Later Kenan Manufacture seceded from the company. The goal is that other investors do not hesitate to plant shares, the position has also become an open company.

Another with Dira, Bia is still sitting behind the camera. Today there are several children who came as guest stars. Like Divan, they are also famous for their parents of artists.

Other children are accompanied by people

their old on stage. Divan no, he knows his mother is shy. Therefore, if not being asked, Divan glanced briefly at Bia to convince himself if all is well.

"Divan, it's popular now, huh. Have you ever not fit out of the house many are calling?" ask the host today.

The talk show that Divan attended was a very famous talk show. The host is also fun and not stiff.

Divan nodded. "There's a lot! Divan until sore throat because the answer continues," explained Dira.

Bia smiled amusedly at the reply of her son. "That love Divan all moms. There are no younger brothers" Divan added.

"I mean young?" ask host. Divan nodded. "How does it feel to be called by his mothers?"

"Great pleasure. They bought Divan's clothes, right? Divan has a lot of money. Thanks mom dad!" said Divan while waving to the camera. "Buy Dijon again, huh? Don't be bored! Later you can take Divan's car," he exclaimed.

"It's also been four years, it's been trade smart. It's gonna be a lot like what a child this is" commented Matteo.

Bia chuckles. "How else, grandfather is the same papa businessman. His soul must be down" said Bia.

Divan sits while moving her legs. The brown shoes he chose looked funny because the end of the rope moved. Divan glanced at the other kid who ran over here not even paying attention to the host. He patted the jidat.

"When at home, what are Divan's activities?" ask the host again. He preferred to ask Divan because the boy was actually involved in the show.

Divan thought for a moment. "Temenin Diande eat, play with Diande, play again alone, help mamah cook, continue to eat the same sleep," he replied.

"Gee, great!" exclaim the host.

The audience who enlivened the event to applaud was provoked by Divan's speech. The child rests his back on the sofa, even if he has to shift his body more backward.

"If what is his activity? Still like to sing?"

Divan nodded. He twisted his jacket. "Singer on videokan, later to yout*be send. Keep working until night. Counting money is also the same mama," he replied innocently.

This time Bia was flushed. He covered his face with the palm of his hand because he realized what Divan meant was counting money.

"Anybody abroad again, he said? Divan kangen isn't?" This question made Divan reflect. He looked at his mother once and then took a breath. Divan nodded shortly.

"Divan look at the screen, who's on it," the host's fishing rod. Divan immediately looked at the screen. Suddenly his eyes glazed over when he saw Dira on the television screen while waving his hands.

"Fuck!" call Divan. Her tears are flowing.

"Hello Divan's sister. Dad, yeah?" ask Dira while chuckling.

Divan nodded. He wiped the tears with the back of his hand. "When do you come home?" tanya Divan made who saw him feel moved.

"A little while, really. Papah also misses Divan. Watch it from here, you know!" timpal Dira's.

Bia smiling. Every now and then he looked at the screen behind the guest star sofa. "Divan, cry can. Just remember now Divan is on television. Many people watch. If you cry a long time, then everyone will just watch Divan cry," advised Dira.

Immediately Divan took a breath and began to stop shedding tears. "She was very sad as if Dira had left," the host took over the atmosphere.

"Yes, it's usually not left for long. The first time was unusual" replied Dira.

"Divan tell me what's the same papah?" ask the host.

Divan's eyes still look red. He looked at his face with a soft look. "Fuck, hurry home. Let's play again" he said.

Dira chuckles. "Yes, Divan keep the same mamah Diande, huh? I love you, Brother Divan. Thanks for staying and not fussing. Who like to play," said Dira while waving his hand.

Divan nodded. He responded to Dira's hand and soon the video call was turned off. "Where? See how it feels again?"

Divan. "Father is getting hotter. Divan's arm, anyway," he replied with a wink.

"When it was just crying, it already existed again," Matteo commented with a laugh.

Bia nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly his phone vibrated. A message from Dira appeared on the phone's screen.

Thanks for taking care of our son. Wait for me to come home. I love you.-

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