MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
DIVIDER GAP

"Now are you satisfied for ruining my life?! I'm your Papa, Dion. Your birth papa!" bastian says he confirms who he is.

"I know that. I know!" sahut Dion's. "It wasn't me who made Papa's relationship run aground, but Papa himself caused it all. Papa has hurt Dila's heart" said Dion.

Bastian was getting upset to hear it. Clearly the relationship was broken, because Dion who had come after the woman who had been in love with him.

"Not self-conscious. It's all because of you! Stop loving Dila. Because at any time, Papa will never bless your relationship!" bastian's wrath. "If Papa can't get Dila, then you'll never be able to get it either."

"Again or disagree, I will still pursue Dila" Dion said.

"Braziest kid!" Bastian raised one hand to hit Dion. But his hand only reached the air because a cellphone ringing stopped his intention.

Bastian swiped the green button, then stuck the phone to the ear. The middle-aged man was startled, his eyes glaring at Dion. The phone in the hand fell free to slide down the floor.

Plaak .. plaak ... !

Bastian swore after giving two slaps on Dion's cheek. His breathing rose and fell as the anger within him was exploding at this moment.

"You've embarrassed Papa, Dion. Tega once as your son did something like that" angry Bastian.

Dion bowed. He understood what Bastian meant. Hearing from a glimpse of the call the man received, Dion was convinced that it was the voice of Rosa's parents.

"I don't love Rosa" said Dion.

"Then why do you agree with that matchmaking, huh?!" Bastian sat on the couch.

Dion immediately went to the kitchen to fetch water to calm Bastian down. "Papa .. drink first."

"Not a good ass." Bastian brushed the glass from Dion's hand, until it slipped off and fell on the floor.

Bastian took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He bowed by massaging his suddenly throbbing head.

"With this hand I raised you, Dion. Gave you everything. I don't even want to get married because of your fear. But, look at you. I only ask for one thing, that you accept the match. But again you reject it" Bastian said in a weakened voice. "I never asked you for anything. Please ... fulfill my request. Think of it as my last request."

"Father," cried Dion with his face lowered.

Bastian stepped off the couch. He stepped out of Dion's house. The man was disappointed in the attitude of his own son who decided unilaterally the matchmaking he arranged.

Bastian will be happy because he will soon have a son-in-law. That way, his hopes of having grandchildren would soon be fulfilled. But what power, if Dion instead chose Dila and decided the match.

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"What are you asking me to meet?" tanya Dila was not when the two had reached the suburban park.

"I'm sorry you took you out at night" said Dion.

"Say what's up? If this is about my problem with your father, yes ..we have separated and this is my own decision," Dila explained.

Dion smiled hearing that. Dila can decide what is best to live and his happiness. It was not that Dion was happy about this decision, but that Bastian was not good enough for Dila.

Dila sat on a park bench right next to the young man who had filled her heart this time.

"What's wrong?" ask Dila. "You're in a state of worry." Dila had seen Dion's worried face.

"What would you do if your parents asked for something in return?" ask Dion.

"No parent wants a return. They sometimes impose what they want, but that is for their children to become someone better" Dila said.

"You educated Reyhan well. Did you ever ask her for anything?" dion asked back.

"certain. When he was a teenager, I asked him not to be a bad boy. Then when she grew up and fell in love, I asked her to be faithful." Dila frowned at the thought of every question that Dion asked as expressing a feeling between two choices. "What's up, Dion?"

"I've already decided on an arranged marriage with Rosa, but." Dion stopped continuing his words.

Dila smiled as if she knew what the continuation of the sentence that Dion was about to say. "See what your parents say. He's your only parent. When will you return his services." Dila answered first before Dion continued his words. He didn't want to be hurt to hear that directly.

"It's funny. I even decided to go after you" said Dion.

Dila laughs. "What the hell do you like about me? I'm even very curious."

Dion shrugged his shoulders. "Do I need to go to the eye doctor? You are confused too, but my heart wants you."

Dila patted Dion's shoulder. "Forget that feeling. Gradually when Rosa is with you, you'll forget you ever dated the mother of your best friend." Dila moved from her seat. "It's night. It's not good we keep here. I'm going home first."

Dila stepped in without first hearing Dion's words that allowed him or not to leave. One tear drop rolled down Dila's cheek and this was the best for her.

Either way, he and Dion were never united. The gap between them was huge and hard to put together. As Dion and he reached for it, the abyss did not approach, but went further and deeper.

"Dila .. I haven't even decided. Why are you leaving?" lirih Dion's.

Dion was just bemoaning Dila's departure. He wanted to prevent it, but for what? He has not been able to make a choice between Bastian and Dila.

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Dear beloved of my heart.

I had a dilemma between two choices. Between you and my parents, which one should I choose? I love you and I love my parents too. Although my papa has hurt both of us, but he is my papa. That man raised me and gave me everything until I became what I am today.

I can't do this. I want you, I'm really tormented by this feeling. I want to kill him or even I myself want to vanish from this world just out of love. My heart's lover Dila. Until you will always be in my heart. Whether I'm with someone else, I still love you.

Dion closed his diary, after writing down all the distress that felt very painful. He hugged the book before putting it back in his closet drawer.

"I can't be Dila. I can't." The irresistible twinkle from Dion's eyes. He's sad. Sad because of his love.

Seriate.

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