
Gio smiled and nodded his head in response. "Ok, we're going to dinner,"
"Two?" Ask Dea to make sure again.
"Hu'um," nodded Gio. "And you can order whatever you want" continued Gio. Dea has helped him a lot all this time. Gio thought the girl deserved it all. Even for Gio it still feels less if to pay for the help Dea has given.
"My place is erratic too ?" ask Dea enthusiastically. Both of his eyes sparkled expectantly.
"Mmmhhh, we eat at a XXX resto," replied Gio who mentioned the name of one of the restaurants that are located very close to the office where they work. On foot, they both got there.
Dea smiled and agreed. Even in his heart he was disappointed. That place is not special at all. Gio chose the place for sure because of the distance that was very close to their office, so that the man could quickly go home. For Gio this dinner is just an expression of gratitude. As for Dea, this means a lot.
"But sorry... It can't be tonight, because I promised to go home early to Amara" said Gio, awakening Dea from her daydream.
"Eh why ?" tanya Dea doesn't understand.
"I'm sorry I can't tonight because Amara has a test in her class tomorrow, so I have to go home early to look after Evan" Gio said.
"Oh sure ! It could be anytime,"
"Then I'll go home first, De,"
"Yes, I still have something to do. So the return nan. ti..," said Dea while pausing his speech because Gio first left when the girl had not finished talking.
Dea took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. Realize that Gio is impossible to achieve. In that man there was only Amara. But unfortunately Gio doesn't know if Amara didn't choose him.
And himself ? Falling in love with the man sincerely, even Dea loves Evan like her own son. But not once did the man realize it.
"Why should he ?" ask Dea in your heart. He closed his eyes, soaking up the agonizing love. It was not that Dea would fall for her cousin's own husband. But his heart was unruly and also because Dea knew the true circumstances. Desperately Dea pressed her own feelings, but the taste was always there every Gio. felt nearby.
Dea stared at Gio's radiant face. The man was so excited to go home quickly. He cleared his desk as fast as lightning, and immediately left his room without saying goodbye to Dea who kept watching him from now on.
***
Gio drove his car as fast as he could. Not to forget, Gio brought several types of snacks and drinks that were intended for Amara so that his wife was more enthusiastic about learning. Evan Gio brought a new toy. Everything Gio bought through his assistant, when Gio was working. He did it so that it was not too late to go home.
Gio arrived at his house faster, it was still late afternoon and the sun was still emitting its rays. After his car stopped perfectly in his yard, Gio immediately came out with some paper bags that he was carrying.
Gio's eyes sparkled more as he saw Evan was outside the house while being carried by his sister. Apparently Evan was eating fruit, the lips of the handsome baby look red. Adding to its anxious impression.
Gio immediately approached. "Papa's coming home" he said as he kissed Evan's thick cheeks.
"Wait a minute, Papa get changed. Later we play together," continued Gio again talking to his son.
"Where's romance?" Ask Gio.
"Mother is in her room,"
Gio nodded his head to understand. "Mara must be preparing materials to learn," Gio thought. He soon entered the house. Gio placed some of the paper bags on the dining table, then walked towards Amara's room to greet her for a while. Or rather to treat his longing by looking at the face of the wife that Gio secretly loves.
It faintly sounded like a person chatting from Amara's room. Gio could hear it because the door of the room was open. Slowly Gio stepped foot, getting closer to Amara's room. Suddenly his heart was pounding and his heart felt squeezed firmly as the voice sounded even clearer.
"The book you're looking for has already been found, Ara ?" Ask the man connected by phone.
"Here you go, and guess where I found it?" Amara asked back.
"Where ?"
"Fourthousands of old books. But the book is as good as it is so, it deserves to be searched for it is also difficult,"
"Thank God if you meet" said the man sounded relieved. "How's Evan doing ? What can he do now ?"
"Evan again likes to eat fruit. Funny, his mouth will be smitten with fruit" replied Amara with a laugh.
"Are you sure you won't bring Evan here ? I promise I'll love her like my own son, like,"
Deg !!
Gio's body suddenly limp, his chest that was pounding fast now felt tight. The man leaned his body against the wall so as not to fall down. "Oh my God," muttered Gio as he looked frustrated. "The man already knows... The man already knew," Gio said repeatedly in his heart.
"I guess... Evan would be better off with his dad. Gio loved her very much. Oma, opa, grandfather, grandmother, and Dea also loved Evan. So then... Evan will not lack anything here," Amara replied making Gio's feelings even more broken when he heard it.
"How about Gio ? He already knows about your plan ? What about her if you go ?"
"Yet... I was waiting for the right time to talk to him. Gio is very busy right now," replied Amara.
"Does he mind if you leave him, Ara ?" Ask Danis again because Amara did not answer this one question.
Amara was silent, she did not know how Gio would react to her later. Although his relationship with Gio had greatly improved but still their status was a forced marriage. There is no love in it. All this time Gio was kind because of the responsibility of the man for his mistakes.
"I think Gio will be fine. Actually he's a very nice guy. I'm sure Gio won't have any trouble finding a surrogate wife,"
"Then what about you ? Are you ready to part with Gio ? Time goes on, just a matter of months you'll leave it,"
Unable to hear Amara's answer, Gio decides to leave. He did not enter his room, but walked to the exit in a hurry.
"Where are you going ?" Ask the nurse when she sees Gio getting into her car.
Gio did not answer that question. He started his car and drove away.
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