Father of My Son

Their Meeting

Divan sits on a garden chair during breaks. Another friend invited me to play again. Divan. His back hurt from being too active to play ball. The kindergarten children were playing freely after the meal break.

Teachers are watching on the side of the field. "Divan playing again?" hail one of the teachers. Other with the school first, the teachers here are more young teachers. They know the development of social media so that the first Divan to come to school directly into the conversation of the teachers.

"So. Divan gout," complains Divan.

The teacher laughed at the boy's words. "You know where the gout came from?" asked his teacher curiously while rubbing Divan's head covered in a white hat.

"That papah pain loin. The doctor said, "Divan replied. His memory is very high even though it happened before Diandre was born.

"Father Divan is young, you know. Grooved time?" ask the teacher while chuckling. Divan. In fact, the doctor did say that because he did not know that Dira was cravings.

"Divan play again!" yells. He immediately stepped into the middle of the field and played again. Divan is easy to get along despite only five days of school here. His friend has also been many and as usual he became a leader for other children. Where he went, his friend followed like a duckling and his mother.

"Kick here. Roll over!" exciting Divan. From the field side. His friend complied and immediately kicked the ball to Divan's side. His name is a child, their game is limited to kicking each other and catching the ball.

Divan's feelings are fixated on something. He glanced to the right side. There was a girl with shoulder-length hair peering from the pole of the school building. As soon as his eyes met Divan's eyes, the boy immediately ran over. The skirt moves funny.

Divan's eyes flickered and he laughed. "Funny!" divan. Dimple until it looks clear because so curved he smiled.

"Divan! Which ball?" call his friend who was upset because Divan even laughed giggling himself while hugging the ball even though his friend was waiting for the ball from earlier.

Divan nodded. Soon he gave the ball to his friend and chased the girl who had peeked from behind the pole of the building.

"Where's Divan going?" call teacher. Divan doesn't chim in. Only his teacher let in because Divan ran towards the building where other teachers were also there to keep an eye on.

Divan knew the kid had run this way, towards the classroom line where group A was playing. Divan peeked out one by one class. His smile grew when he found the girl sitting while hugging her knees between the rows of seats.

That's not Divan class. Just out of curiosity, he entered the classroom. Divan approached the little girl wearing a ribbon clasp on the right side of her short shoulder hair.

"Who are you?" ask Divan. The girl looked up. He was shocked to see Divan and then covered his face with his palm. Divan smiles. He approached the girl and sat on his knees in front of her.

There's a name badge on his uniform shirt. "Davina," read Divan. The child can read even though it is not yet smooth. He taught himself from the books his parents read.

Divan points at the badge in Davina's uniform. "Read this? Vina can't read it" Davina said. His face looked dazzled by Divan's ability.

The praised ones are getting less self-knowing. "Divan read that, that ... can be too!" arrogant Divan.

"Wow!" exciting Davina.

"You know I don't? I'm on tv there, yutub too, you know!" Divan is getting high-hearted while Davina gets more and more dazzled.

"Know Vina. Watching Divan too. Bicycle riding, shopping, studying. Divan is crying too" Davina said. At first, Divan was proud. Hearing the word cry, his heart shriveled.

"That's a boongan," said Divan. He did not want his pride to fall. "Oom Teo is evil!" his inner. Divan does not know if in the content YTnya there is a scene he is crying.

"Divan artist, right," said Divan.

Davina nodded. "Vina likes watching Divan. Like it," Davina said with a flushed face.

"Ouh, Davina's a negligent mother too." Divan play as you please. He always thought that the person who liked him was a negligent mother.

Davina shakes. "Vina man," said Vina.

Divan nodded. "Yes. Cute vina, huh? Kayak Diandle," said Divan. Davina winks. Divan's hand raised. He pinched with a squash of Davina's cheeks. "You're funny" praised Divan again.

Davina was not afraid. The boy laughed happily.  "Main the same Divan want?" bargain Divan. Davina nodded. Divan's hand stalling and soon Davina retorted. The two boys stood up and walked. Suddenly Davin held back their steps.

"Divan here!" take Davina. The daughter led Divan to her seat. Davina opened the bag. He pulled a doll out of there.

"Ooh, pororo!" exciting Divan. Davina's face flushed. He was happy to see Divan amazed by his pororos.

"Vina buy pororo a lot. Divan's going to Davina's house, huh? Main pororo together," Davina asked. Divan nodded.

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