MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
LOOK AT ME AS A MAN

"I reiterate that I will stay with Bastian" Dila said.

Dion clenched both his hands. "Kumohon Dila's. Don't look at me in terms of age, but think of me as a man who loves you."

Dila took a long breath. "Don't you think long, Dion. What will you get with me? There are many beautiful and young women out there."

Dion. "If I could turn away from you, Dila. But I can't."

"You're sick, Dion," Dila's circus.

"I'm sick because of you" replied Dion.

Dila flipped over her body and stepped up the stairs towards the bedroom. Dion could only stare at him while closing his eyes when he heard the sound of the closed door.

Dion step out of the house Dila, he no longer knows what to convince the woman, that in fact he really mean it.

Dila recalled Dion saying to look at it in a different way.

Look at me as a man who loves you and don't look at me from my age.

"Dion," she said, "why is she so sweet?" Remembering those words, Dila was even happy. But that sense faded as Dila recalled her promise to Bastian, the man who had been waiting for her for two years.

"What am I supposed to do?" muttered Dila confused.

Currently Dila is like a teenage girl who is difficult to make a decision, where in her heart there is a sense of sadness, dilemma, and doubt that envelops.

Dila looked at herself in front of the ornamental mirror, she felt her face as well as her body. "Is this what I'm afraid of?"

Dila lay her body on the bed while staring at the ceiling of the room, she closed her eyes hoping for a miracle to come, in which she would return young in ten years.

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Kraahe ... !

Diki threw the map on Rey's desk and pulled the chair to sit down. From the look of his face it seems that the man did not sleep all night, his eye bags were swollen and there were dark circles.

Diki lowered her head on the table with the pedestal of both of her arms as a pedestal. Rey shook her head to see the behavior of her best friend, she glanced at the clock on the wall, where time had shown at lunch and deservedly Diki behaved as a fellow friend only.

"You got less sleep last night?" ask Reyhan.

"Yes," Diki replied then switched from her chair to the soft sofa and lay there.

Diki lack of sleep because it obeys all the wishes of pregnant women who want to eat in the middle of the night, then do the task that Reyhan gave. That's why this morning he was so sleepy.

Rey opened the file and read Rosa's personal data, nodding her head to understand what the file was about.

"So Rosa is a campus, but different majors," Reyhan murmured as he looked at Diki who was closing his eyes. "Dik .. explain this."

"Read that file" said Diki.

"You know Rosa. Does Dion know him?" ask Rey.

Diki got up while ruffling her hair. "You remember not, ever bullied Dion? Well that's the girl we used to tell Dion to shoot."

"Wait a minute" Rey said, remembering silly things as she sat on the bench. "Oh, so the glasses girl is Rosa?" Rey laughed amusedly. "The fool goes nowhere. Dion was betrothed to a girl his age."

"Dion likes your mama, Rey," said Diki.

"You're right. Even what I heard from Sari, mom seems to like Dion," Reyhan said.

"Just rest, Rey." Diki returned to lying on the sofa after saying that.

Reyhan leaned his body against the chair, then exhaled a long breath. "If Dion wasn't my age, I would absolutely agree that he would be my father. If I could rewind time, I'd make Dion grow old first."

"Your dream of heights, Rey," said Diki.

Rey clucking. "Sleep there. Your ears hear me, I'm just smart."

Diki laughed amusedly because it managed to make Reyhan blush. It was just a silly delusion of Rey alone, but the fact that Dila and Dion were adrift was a very different age.

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"Dila .. wait for me" cried Dion.

"You're not working? Every moment is always stalking me," upset Dila.

"Don't get angry, let me bring you your groceries." Dion picked up a paper bag containing Dila's groceries. "What do you want to do shopping for?"

"I want to go home" replied Dila.

Dion glanced at the clock on his wrist. "You have yoga practice this afternoon, right? Let me take you."

Dila dumbfounded. "You know all my schedules?"

"Of course" said Dion. "We do yoga together."

Dion pulled Dila's hand to go hand in hand, the hearts of the two beating fast as their hands intertwined. Dila was reluctant to take off her hand and Dion got tighter and tighter.

"How's car?" ask Dila who remembered if she came to the shopping center by driving herself.

"We call our son to get people to pick up your car" Dion replied seriously.

Dila laughed a little. "Kids?"

"Yes. Our son Reyhan." Dion frowned.

Dila could not hold back her laughter. "Dion ... You've gone completely crazy. Reyhan's your best friend."

"Rey is my best friend, but he will be my son. What's wrong?" askalanya.

"There is nothing wrong, only you are not sane" said Dila.

Dila ruffled Dion's hair and opened the car door from the man and went inside. Dion rubbed his hair as if he could not believe what the woman was doing.

"It seems I should always speak words that make him laugh" Dion murmured.

Dion entered the car, driving the four-wheeled vehicle at moderate speed.

"We go directly to the yoga place," said Dila.

"Okay" Dion replied.

The car drove to the usual place of Dila yoga practice, and certainly as a man who liked the beautiful woman, Dion knew where the building was.

Dion and Dila got out of the car and stepped inside the building. Dila went straight to the dressing room and Dion too. Because Dion knew the training schedule of his women, he had already prepared.

"We're in" Dion asked.

"Come," said Dila smiling.

Efforts will not betray results, "inner Dion.

Dila's colleagues were quite surprised to see a man who entered the training room. They were whispering, but could not ask because the class had begun.

Dion also once did yoga practice, but different training centers with Dila, that's why she was placed in the same class.

"When we practice alone, yes" whispered Dion.

Dila put on a smile. "Yes." Yeah."

"Let me wipe your face." Dion took a small towel and gently wiped Dila's face, after the two had finished the exercise.

"Dila .. Who is this guy?" ask Dila's colleague who came to approach the two. Two women, one wearing blue and the other wearing red.

"In-he's this-"

"I'm his girlfriend" Dion cut.

Dila glared at his eyes. "No. Don't listen to this guy."

"Oh my goodness, Dila. Remember age," mock them both.

Dila clenched in fury and walked out of the classroom, Dion who shouted his name was not heard and the woman continued to step towards the changing room.

Dion stared coldly at the two women who were about the same age as Dila. "You should remember your age. Older people still like to interfere in people's business. What's wrong with us being in a relationship? Didn't make you lose, did you?"

Dion went after Dila after making the two women shut up.

Seriate.

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