MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
I LOVE YOU

Dion waited for Dila in front of the waiting room while shifting his legs a sign of impatience. Of course, at this time Dila was offended by the words of two female colleagues.

Dila came out carrying a tote bag in hand, she did not want to glance at Dion who was leaning against the wall.

"Wait Dila" cried Dion.

Dila kept walking out of the sports hall, because Dila did not listen to Dion's call, forced the man to grab Dila's hand with a little rough until his body was hit by Dion's body.

The bag that Dila was holding fell down, Dion clasped Dila's waist so that the woman could not escape. But Dion was wrong, such a condition was not good for him. The top of Dila touched part of the field and even caused something else.

"Do not wiggle. If you move, I won't be able to take you to bed anymore" whispered Dion in Dila's ear.

Dila was silent and not moving. After a bit of calm, Dion slowly removed his arms, then pushed Dila's body away.

"Don't listen to them, Dil," said Dion, holding Dila's two arms.

"You saw it for yourself, right? So the words of the people if we are together," said Dila while looking at Dion's eyes.

Dion just realized one thing here, words that say if we're together. Dion smiled and understood what Dila said.

"What does it mean you want us to be together?" Dion looked at both of his female eyes and managed to make Dila gasp.

"N-no." Dila bit her lower lip, lowering her eyesight in embarrassment.

Dion chuckles amusedly. "I'm right, right?"

Dila flipped over, then stepped into the car. Dion also followed in while carrying Dila's bag, after which he immediately drove a car.

There was no conversation between the two during the journey, both Dion and Dila were silent. Dila bowed down because she was still ashamed of her own words.

In Dila's heart to curse her own stupidity, how could she speak like that? Love really makes you stupid.

Dila frowned because Dion stopped the car right in front of the mini market, the man removed the seatbelt from his body.

"Shut up here. I'll be right back." The man got out of the car and Dila stayed in the car.

Not long after Dion came out with a bag of groceries in his hand. The man got into the car and put the groceries in the back seat.

"What did you buy?" ask Dila for pleasantries.

"Snacks" Dion replied cursively.

Back Dion drove the car, but the direction of the car did not go to Dila's residence, but rather the other direction that Dila himself did not know where the man was going to take him.

"Come with me and don't ask where we're going" Dion said.

Just as Dila wanted to ask a question, the man had made her shut up. Dila was silent at last, and just according to where Dion was going to take her.

"Let's get down." Dion got out of the car and ran to open the door next to Dila.

"Garden?" ask Dila.

"We'll just relax first." Dion picked up the plastic bag and stepped with Dila to a bench in the park.

"For you." Dion gave Dila some nonfat cardboard milk.

"Thank you," said the woman, taking milk and stabbing the lid with a straw and then sipping it.

"You want to be with me, right?" ask Dion directly.

"No," I'm Dila.

Dion took a deep breath before he exhaled slowly. His head turned Dila who was staring straight ahead looking at the garden fountain.

Dila. "I think you already know. Just look at that yoga class."

Dion looked away from Dila's face and looked at the garden fountain. "Are you really the mother of a man named Reyhan?"

When he tilted his head towards Dion, he frowned. "You mean?"

"Reyhan doesn't even care if he loves married women. Then Anna ...you encouraged her not to listen to the talk of people out there. Are you the real Dila?" Dion said without even looking at Dila's face, he kept looking straight ahead.

"You don't understand, Dion. Reyhan and Anna are different from us." Dila looked back to the front.

"That's the same, Dila. What cares about people. The one who's going through this relationship is us" Dion explained. "You have the same feeling as me, right? We like each other and I love you so much, why aren't we together?" Dion straightened his hair back, he no longer knew what to say let alone explain to Dila, if he was really serious.

"I really like you" said Dila.

Dion turned to look at Dila. "Say it again."

"I really like you and I find it hard to get rid of these feelings. At this age, am I overdoing it? It was inappropriate, Dion," complained Dila.

The man smiled as he grabbed Dila's hands. "Excess from where? Is it at this age that a person cannot express his feelings? You are not a statue, but a human being. It's not excessive and I really like your honesty."

Dion was happy to hear Dila's honesty, after a full moon chasing the woman, Dila finally admitted her feelings as well.

"Be my partner, Dila. We have this relationship together" said Dion.

"But, Dion."

"You're tormented by that feeling of love, right? So am I, Dila. Let's go through this relationship together and tell everyone, if we love each other." Dion was getting stronger holding Dila's hands together.

Dila nodded. "I'm willing."

Dion gasps. "Try saying it again."

"Yes, I'm willing," replied Dila.

Dion took off his hand grip and pinched his own cheek. "Ouch .. I'm not dreaming apparently."

Dila laughed amusedly. "You think we're in a dream world."

"In real life or in dreams, I'll stay with you, I love you, Dila" Dion said.

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

"I love you." Dion said that again.

"Love you too," Dila replied in embarrassment.

Dion laughed amusedly as Dila said it bashfully. Dila is as adorable as a teenage girl who has just fallen in love. People once said, if a person will come back at childish times after they have grown up. Maybe this is happening to Dila now.

"Why are you laughing?" Dila turned her face away.

"Because you're so worried" whispered Dion.

Deg ... !

Dila's heart raced fast, he prayed that Dion would not be able to hear him. Dila had held back the shame from earlier because of the love speech that came out of her sweet lips.

Dion's hand touched and clasped the hand of the woman who had become his lover. Both of them smiled as they looked at the garden fountain.

Seriate.

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