MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
DON'T TORTURE ME

"It's late at night. Next time we set another time to plan the engagement date between Dion and Rosa," Bastian said.

"Yes, we also know you must be busy planning your wedding" Reno said.

Bastian smiled and landed a warm kiss on Dila's temple. "Yes, we've been planning this wedding for a long time."

Papa really deliberately showed his affection for me," Dion's inner self was upset.

"Rosa .. we're out, yuk! Let's get closer, "take Dion with a smile.

"May," answered Rosa blushed in embarrassment.

Dion and Rosa got up from their seats and said goodbye to each parent and stepped out of the restaurant.

Dila steals the view of Dion's departure with Rosa. He gulped down the cold drink so that the heart that feels hot, becomes cold again.

"We're home, honey," Bastian asked.

Dila smile. "Let's go home."

Bastian, Dila said goodbye to Reno and his wife. The four people who were about to become that family, walked out of the restaurant towards their respective cars.

...****************...

"Rosa .. I want to ask you," Dion said.

"Ask me" said Rosa, smiling sweetly.

Dion hesitated to ask. Afraid that this question would offend Rosa, but .. if not asked, the curiosity would continue to rage in her heart.

"Sorry before. Have we ever had a relationship?" ask Dion.

Rosa laughed a little. "I don't know if you consider that brief relationship a courting relationship or not."

Dion frowned not understanding what Rosa meant. "You mean?"

"You remember that girl with glasses and fat? At that time you expressed love to her," said Rosa reminded.

"That fat girl is you?" terka Dion's.

"Yes." Yeah." Rosa nodded. "That girl is me and up until now we haven't broken up."

"Oh so it looks," said Dion with a smile.

Do girls forget memories or do I forget? It seems that I have never expressed love for a fat girl, my boyfriend despite being a aunt, at a pretty all," Dion's inner self.

"But now you're beautiful" praised Dion.

"I tried so hard to get a body shape like this" said Rosa.

"Want to do it" said Dion.

Dion's car drove around the city, talking pleasantries to Rosa, which Dion said was a very boring thing.

"Where's your house?" ask Dion.

"Jalan sukma jasmine number five is three" answered Rosa.

"Oh, I'll take you home." Dion drove the car so that he quickly arrived and did not linger with Rosa.

"May I have your number?" rosa asked with the intention of asking.

"Sure," Dion replied, then took the phone out of his pants pocket and gave it to Rosa.

"I've put my number on your phone." Rosa accidentally slid on the wallpaper photo Dila. "Isn't this your mom?"

Dion took his phone. "Why? As a child, I can't keep a picture of my mother?"

"Of course I can, but it's a bit strange to me" answered Rosa.

"Why?" ask Dion.

"You even make your stepmom photo as a cellphone wallpaper" Rosa said.

"Because I love her."

Rosa was stunned and mixed with shock, but as soon as possible she removed the shock and considered Dion's love only limited to love to her future mother.

"You're the one who's compassionate, apparently" Rosa said awkwardly.

"This is your house?" dion asked who had stopped the car right at the house number that Rosa said.

"Yes ..thank you for driving me" said Rosa.

Dion got out of the car and opened the door for his future wife. The two smiled at each other and said goodbye to each other.

...****************...

"Good night, sweetie." Bastian peeked Dila's cheek.

"Night." Dila got out of the car then waved her hand at Bastian who was driving back towards the road home.

Dila stepped inside the house whose door had been opened by Sari. His steps gontai up the stairs and it makes Sari feel that something is happening.

As Reyhan's spy, Sari tells everything she has seen with her own eyes.

"Paijo," cried Dion.

"Sorry, Sir. For tonight don't look for trouble" Paijo said.

"Open the gate" said Dion.

Paijo. "can't. You're forbidden to enter."

Dion did not run out of sense, he took the wallet and took out all the contents in it. "Everything for you."

"I want the money, but this is Mr. Reyhan's order. I don't want to cause any trouble" Paijo explained.

"Reyhan ... he made me trouble apparently," annoyed Dion, "He thought I couldn't see Dila anything."

Dion took the phone and called Dila's number, but the call was not connected because Dila had blocked Dion's phone number.

"Paijo .. borrow your phone," said Dion.

"Payar dong, sir," said Paijo taking the opportunity.

Dion gave Dion two pieces of red money from behind the gate and Paijo gladly gave Dion his bututu phone.

Long enough phone calls have not been picked up by Dila and it makes Dion upset. Again Dion dialed the number of the woman he liked and Dila raised the call.

"Hello." ~ Dila.

"Let me in or I'll say that last night we had a good time." ~ Dion.

"You're threatening me?" ~ Dila.

"Whatever." ~ Dion.

The phone call was unilaterally cut off and just waited for Dila to come out to allow herself in.

"Open the gate, Paijo," said Dion.

"Mrs hasn't allowed it yet" Paijo refused.

The door of the house is open. Sari runs out to the gate of the guard post. "Mrs let Mr. Dion in."

"Hurry up" said Dion impatiently.

Paijo unlocks the gate, then impatiently Dion enters and runs towards the house.

"Dila," he exclaimed.

"What else is it?" ask Dila.

The two faced each other and looked at each other. There is a turmoil between the two to embrace each other in each other's arms.

"You agree I've been betrothed?" ask Dion.

"It's not that you've accepted it" Dila said.

"Honest of your own feelings, Dila. You have feelings for me, right? You like me, don't you?" Dion stared at the round eyes adorned with plump eyelashes.

"Don't do this, Dion," said Dila.

"You're bad, Dila. What is my lack compared to my own papa? Dion pulled her hair back with a strong pull.

"It's not. We don't fit in, understand." Dila was confused to explain to the man who clearly did not want to understand.

"Another age issue. Listen to what your heart says," exasperated Dion, "you love me too and don't deny it."

"Don't torture me" said Dila.

"You're the one who tortured me!" dion said with a high tone of voice. "It hurts me to see you with my own papa. Don't torture us both, Dila. It's not too late, tell me your honest heart."

Dila is at the intersection of the dilemma between two options. Between the promise and love that binds his heart and his deepest feelings. Promise to the man who has been waiting for him for two years then the feeling of love that is present suddenly.

Seriate.

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