Father of My Son

Tidings

"Hi, I'm Kris. Greetings," said the boy, looking down. Divan Manyun, he did not accept there was a boy who was much more handsome than him. Moreover, the attitude of the boy was very rigid.

"Greetings to Kris! I'm Bia, the mother of Divan," said Bia. Kris smiled. He glanced at Divan with a warm look. While Divan is still trying to assess the terrain, he is afraid here the position of his popularity is captured by Kris.

Kris approached Divan. He held Dira's son's hand. "I can play here?" ask Kris. Divan nodded. He felt bad because Kris' attitude was very good.

Be the two sons of the rich man playing in Divan's playroom. "A lot of toys, huh?" ask Kris.

Proudly Divan nodded. "Aren't there at Kris' house?" ask Divan curiously. The paper had told me about Kris' house on the beach with white sand and has a helicopter runway. Divan thinks it's cool, only if there's no toys for what?

"Divan has more. Kris moved house. On papah continue on grandma. If papah leaves, there is no guard Kris," the boy told while looking at Kris's toy.

"Where are you going?" divan asked curiously because if her papa went to work, she would definitely be with Bia.

Kris shook. "Mama Kris is dead. Papah says mommy can't come home anymore. Kris had never met my mom, just a photo," the boy's story goes.

Divan feels sorry. He remembered his grandparents whom he had never met and had only fallen asleep under the stone carvings in the ground. "So when Kris is working, Kris himself?" ask Divan.

Kris nodded. "Said Grandma, Kris will have mamah. Grandma wants to bring Mamah Kris to Bandung," explained Kris.

"What's that hum?" This was the first time Divan had heard that name. Surely children do not know exactly why the name of the place is different.

Kris shook. He also does not understand. "Divan, Kris has a gift" Kris said. He opened the bag and took a box out of it. Divan.

The little boy's hand opened Kris's gift box. Divan was stunned to see there was a toy truck there and his name was also engraved on the side of his truck tire.

Divan remembers his lost Ongya truck while he was shooting. "This is Divan?" ask the boy with a teary face.

Kris nodded. "Yes, papah Divan said, Divan likes toy trucks," explained Kris

For those kids, toy trucks are valuable because they are fun. Divan had no idea that the toy was designed by a leading designer and made specifically for him. The price is not cheap either. If granted, it is twenty-six million and more expensive than the one store in the market. Capital selling cireng only lost.

Divan thought, he remembered something. "Kris has a plane, huh?"

"Father has it. Heli also has papah. Kris has a car for school. Why?" kris asked confused.

"Search the mall only. Grandma said there was everything in the mall" Kris said.

"I think Divan likes to play with Kris," commented Bia. Dira who was lying on the carpet and playing with Diandre nodded. "We're lucky the kid played into our house. Said Kris wasn't allowed to hang out with anyone?"

"You know how else. He is the main heir of his family. Besides, the papa is not complicated at all. Mr. Darwin was not a stiff man as most people say. It's just that he said, don't let his grandmother Kris know," explained Dira.

Bia chuckles. Apparently the complicated family is his grandmother. "How do you work?"

Dira. He sat while holding Dio in his lap. "Good, anyway. I think it would be very nice to live here. The day after I started at the office. You should also be steadfast starting me stay again."

Bia hugged Dira's neck from behind. Dira sits down leaning against the sofa while Bia sits on the sofa. "I'm with you everywhere. Just go home, not the night. You see, I don't want to sleep alone" protested Bia.

Dira looks up. He kissed Bia's lips after closing Diandre's eyes. "Don't talk about it in the afternoon. There are still children. This is the fish," protested Dira.

Bia rubbed her husband's hair. "O, board," said Diandre pointing to the living room. He came down from Dira's lap and went to his brother.

"She's sticking with Divan" complained Dira.

Bia chuckles. "How else. They are almost the same age and play must be together. Definitely close. There's Kris I'm sure Diandre is jealous."

Dira nodded. "After Diandre will also be as big as Divan and there are no more baby children who can be pinched with gurgles" he complained.

"Who said there wasn't," Bia said.

Dira looked up again. Bia rubbed her stomach. "Therefore I often say that the rainy season is self-resistant," he protested while pinching Dira's cheek.

The man was stunned. He went up on the couch. "This? Really? When?" ask Dira impatiently.

"So this morning we had a regular test. Tomorrow if you haven't been to work, take you to the doctor, will you?" bia Pinta.

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