Father of My Son

Night Talk

"How's divan?" tanya Dira saw Bia sitting next to her two sleeping sons. Bia shifted then got out of bed and kept the fairy tale book she held on the shelf.

Dira walked in. He approached his two sons. Divan looks sound asleep as if the difficulty disappears and all that is left is a tired body that wants to rest. "What a pity to you, baby. Sorry papah, yes. No parent can stop their child from being sad, but they can make you happy again" she said, then kissed Divan's forehead.

Bia touched Dira's shoulder. "Bring first, pah. Change clothes there. Dust from the outside is not good for children" Bia suggested. Husband nodded.

Stand up from his sitting position. He followed Bia to the room. Do not forget the door to Divan's room closed slowly so that the two children did not wake up because of the sound.

Arriving in the room, Bia help take off Dira's shirt. She prepared her husband's toiletries while Dira prepared to take a bath in the bathroom. The bathtub is filled with water little by little. Dira soaked his body in warm water. Meanwhile, Bia massage Dira's body.

"Your brain is very tense" commented Bia. Dira grabbed Bia's hand. "Many thoughts, huh? Already the company continues also Divan problems," absent Bia.

Dira smiled wryly. "Rubbing my back, huh?" dira Pinta. Bia nodded. I want you to change your mind on something else. Only every time he closed his eyes would he remember his mother. Maybe this is what makes Divan hysterical.

"Bi, I'm not going to mess with you" Dira said. Bia raised her eyebrows. "Shock me, you might not think. Had it not been separated, Zayn might have been buried. Keep you hanging out with Cloena," ledek Dira.

Bia grunting. "Laughter just keep going. I know emotionally hearing Divan tell me what his son Zayn told me. Where else could a child of that age say such a disgusting thing if not from his parents. What's more see Divan cry a mouthful."

Dira laughs. "Learn such bars from whom?" tegur Dira's.

"My husband" answered Bia proudly. Dira who feels accused is directly manyun.

After the bath, Dira put on the pajamas that Bia had prepared. He stared at the pajamas for a few seconds before putting them on. Lately, it was always Bia who prepared the clothes. Dira unconsciously starts to leave fashion. He was more interested in comfortable clothes.

Dira looked at Bia who was preparing the bed. "Well, talk first, yuk?" bring Dira. Bia nodded. She followed her husband sitting on the balcony of the room.

"Want tea?" tawar Bia's. Dira shakes. He patted her on the shoulder so that Bia leaned in there. "If you want to talk, there must be a burden on the mind" guessed Bia.

Dira chuckles. "Just know you" he said, poking his wife's nose.

"Do you think Divan's better off switching schools?" terka Bia's. Although heavy, Dira nodded. "I agree. Although all this time every time he had problems, I always gave him motivation to face. It's other. This is not a problem that he can face on his own" Bia added.

Bia's arms hugged her husband's body. Dira hugged and kissed Bia's head. The night wind blows. From here it is clear that the view of the garden in the courtyard of the house is also a row of houses in front of it.

Every home has its own problems. They also take solutions in their own way. Only for Bia and Dira, the solution must be mutually agreed upon.

"Tomorrow I asked Divan's opinion. He's afraid he won't," Bia's idea.

Dira nodded. "There's a kindergarten school close to the office. Emelie went to school there too. I think Divan will be at home. The SD and Kindergarten schools are close together."

Bia nodding. "If there's an Emelie, she would. You know Emelie was her idol. Last afternoon, Emelie called and Divan laughed again."

"Huh-uh. You ask first. Divan also has the right to decide his future" Dira suggested.

There's a gap between them. Bia's eyes stared straight at the vase of flowers lined up on the balcony railing. "Dir, there's something else you want to say, right? I know, really," terka Bia.

Dira was surprised to hear that. Bia looked up at the shocked face of her husband. "You can't lie. Maybe you're talking about Divan, but on the one hand there's something else" Bia teased.

"There is, Bi. It's just that I don't think I can share it with you now. The evidence is not strong and I do not want to misunderstand first" said Dira.

Bia nodded. "That's your right if you don't want to tell stories. Just do not save yourself if it is heavy," suggested Bia.

Dira nodded. "I'm still finishing it with Daren. It's just, I want to ask you to diligently visit mamah what can?" dira Pinta.

Bia nodded. "certain. Mom's my parents too, right?"

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