MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
UNSUSPECTING

Having a high body stocky, black hair with thick curved eyebrows and a firm jaw makes Dion one of the popular men in cyberspace. The owner of the browning nose and eyes is also popular among many girls besides Rey and Diki of course. The part that women liked the most was Dion's reddish lips and slightly childish manner, but Dion was able to be assertive in certain respects.

"Who are you wearing?" Dion is busy picking out a suit for her dinner date later. "Must wear a suit and I'll order a romantic restaurant." Dion giggled at his own words.

Some suits have been worn by Dion to find the right clothes for the night tomb, but all suits are the same and suitable when attached to his body.

Dion was nervous and his body suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, he kept looking at the clock that was stuck to the wall. In his heart he wanted time to run fast in order to meet Dila, but on the other hand he wanted time to slow down because he felt an overwhelming nervousness.

Dion laid his body on the bed, imagining what he would say with Dila. Should she praise her beauty? Or talk about work? Or maybe he will discuss the topic of why Dila did not marry again? Dion shakes his head and such questions are not suitable to be discussed at a romantic dinner.

"Did I just ask Diki and Reyhan, yeah, how to get Dila's attention?" muttered Dion, "no need, there they both laughed at me. Moreover Reyhan ... time to ask for advice with prospective stepchildren."

Time continued to roll and Dion spent taking care of himself to look handsome and shining, he even took a day off to date his dinner with Dila.

A black suit suit with a white shirt interior is Dion's choice of appearance tonight. Black hair is styled with a touch of gel and combed back, not forgetting the gently scented perfume he sprayed on his sensitive points.

"You're a handsome fellow, Dion. It's certain that Dila will fall in love with you" he muttered confidently.

Thirty minutes left for dinner. Dion wore shoes on his feet and rushed out of the room, unwilling to be late to pick up Dila at home.

Dion got out of the house and got into the car. The engine was turned on and Dion drove his car out the gate to the highway. Before arriving at the house of his future lover, Dion took the time to buy a bouquet of flowers for Dila.

This time he did not buy a rose but rather an orchid flower that symbolized elegance and the flower was suitable for Dila who was very graceful.

With a smile Dion came out of the car and he greeted Paijo who was sitting relaxed while enjoying hot coffee.

"Paijo .. open the gate," said Dion.

"Master is here?" asked Paijo in a tone not wearing a heart.

Dion captures the look on Paijo's face, and sees Dila's courtyard. Parked one of the latest cars in red there.

"Is Reyhan inside?" ask Dion.

"It's not Mr. Reyhan .. it's Mrs Dila's guest" replied Paijo.

"Let me see." Dion pushed the gate impatiently and made Paijo almost fall backwards.

With an orchid in hand, Dion stepped towards the door of the house. He ignored Paijo's screams telling him to come back.

Dion was stunned in front of the slightly open door and he vaguely heard the voices of men and women who of course Dion knew him very well.

"Until when are you going to hide our relationship?" bastian asked, "it's been two years, Dila."

"I will reveal our relationship, if Dion has accepted me as his own mother" Dila replied.

"That kid! He's messing up everything again." Bastian seems upset because he knows that Dion also likes Dila. "We must get married and that way, Dion will accept you as his mother."

Bastian Handoko is the father of Dion Handoko. The half-century-old man, still remains fit and handsome in his ripe age. It's been two years since Dila and Bastian had a romance without their children knowing.

How many times has Bastian proposed to Dila, but the woman has repeatedly rejected him. Dila's reason was because she wanted Dion to be close to her, but the opposite was true, and Dion pursued Dila as a lover.

Kraahe ... !

"Can't ... My crazy!" emphatically.

Bastian and Dila gasped in shock suddenly at Dion's voice, both of them turning their heads to look at the young man by holding a bouquet of orchid flowers that had entered the house.

"Dion!" Bastian stared intently at his own son.

"Papa stand back and let me be with Dila" Dion asked blatantly.

"It looks like you have to be taken to the hospital, don't you think, your age and Dila are so far away" Bastian said, upset by his son's remarks.

"I don't care .. want our age adrift whatever. I love Dila" said Dion.

"Based on a brash kid," angered Bastian.

Bastian was about to step closer to his son, but Dila stopped his movement by holding the lover's arm and it triggered an aura of jealousy for Dion.

"Hold your emotions, Bas," said Dila.

Dila looked at the handsome looking Dion tonight. "Come, son .. Let's have dinner first. You came here for dinner, didn't you?"

"So you agreed to have dinner with me because you wanted to introduce your lover? You're deliberately making me hurt?" dion asked with a sigh.

"Dion ... I am your future mother, accept that as reality" said Dila.

"Your staff, Dila. I chased you from day to day tirelessly and you chose the man instead" said Dion.

Bastian glared at the words of his own son. "I'm your Dad."

"If you're my Papa, please let Dila go .. I love her, '" Dion asked in a stern voice.

"Papa loves Dila" said Bastian.

"I also love Dila," Dion replied not to be outdone.

"Love Dila as your mother, Dion," said Bastian.

"But I want Dila to be my wife" protested Dion.

"Enough you two! No more fighting," angry Dila.

Dion took off the Orchid she was holding and it fell to the floor like it was falling into disappointment. Dion twisted his body and stepped out of the house.

"Dion," call Dila.

"Let him, Dila. His mind was never used at all" Bastian said.

Dila picked up the orchid flowers on the floor, he called Sari to keep the flowers. In Dila's heart was touched because Dion must have deliberately bought her Orchid flowers that she really liked, but unfortunately tonight Dila made the man disappointed.

Seriate.

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