MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
IT TURNS OUT

Two weeks Dila was in Europe. After traveling around beautiful countries, Dila has now been in England and has been silent in a simple apartment.

Simple apartment given by his late parents. Dila never sold it because that's where he spent the good times when he was young.

Dila dropped her body on the bed. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. Tired approaching him because from morning cleaning the apartment alone.

The unused items, he had put in the cardboard and tomorrow morning, Dila would throw them away. He enjoys the moments where he does everything independently.

Kraahe ... !

Dila got up from the fall, then approached towards the sound. The simple apartment that Dila lived in had one of the weaknesses, where Dila could hear the sound of residents next to the apartment by just sticking ears to the wall.

Worse yet, his bed was right in the living room of the next flat. That was according to Dila's thought, because the sound of the chair being shifted and the sound of the TV was on.

"There are new residents apparently. Looks like it just moved," muttered Dila.

When Dila came to his old apartment, the apartment next door was empty. According to the class of people, the apartment would not be suitable for a classy woman like Dila. However, the simple apartment was a gift from his late parents.

Even Rey had lived there for three months when the man was educated. However, at that time Dila drove out her own son. That's because Rey made Dila's apartment a field to gather with her delinquent friends.

Back Dila laid herself on the bed and closed her eyes intending to rest for a moment relieving the fatigue.

But the unwanted things happen. The voices of men and women are mutual. Sounds like I'm doing a husband and wife scene.

Dila woke up from her sleep and put her ears on the wall. What he believed was true, there was a female voice that moaned pleasure, but Dila knew exactly that the sound of an adult film.

"Hey .. can you downplay her voice," Dila cried. "Pity these parents!"

For a moment there was no sound of that voice. However, it instead changed with the sound of a cartoon movie between a cat and a mouse.

"Ngekak nobuk nih new occupants," growled Dila.

Dila came out of the room and headed next door. Not knocking slowly this time, but Dila directly pushed hard on the wooden door.

"Hey .. open the door!"

Suddenly and quickly, even Dila did not have time to fight back. His hand was pulled in after the door of the room was opened by its occupants.

Dila's body rested on the wall and a kiss was lipped he got. Dila pinched the man's stomach so hard that the cosor removed the link of their lips.

Dila froze to see the figure of the man standing before her with a face in pain and the man's hands rubbing his stomach, in the area affected by the pinch.

"Dion!" Why are you here?" Dila rubbed his eyes, was it true that the figure of Dion who was in front of him.

"Your pinching hurts a lot. Look." Dion showed the part that Dila had pinched earlier. "Red, right?"

"Jawab. Why are you here? Aren't you engaged to Rosa?" Curiosity rippled through Dila's heart, and she was very impatient to hear the answer from the man's lips.

"I'll answer, but hug first. It's been two weeks without seeing you, I miss you" Dion asked as she spread out her two arms.

Dila rolled her lazy eyes, then stepped out to get out, but Dion restrained her body by hugging the woman from behind.

"I told you to go after you" said Dion.

"How's rosa? You hurt a woman, Dion," Dila said. "Then how's Bastian? He must be upset and angry."

"Dion ... You put their families to shame" said Dila. "I feel guilty."

Dion. "I don't embarrass their families. I explained that love can't be forced."

"Explain me. Explain to me, why?" ask Dila in a soft voice.

"Because of you, Dila. It's all because of you. Two weeks I've finished all the mess I made, waiting for you to come to this apartment. It makes me tired, but I would be very happy to remember the moments of our meeting" Dion said honestly.

"It must be Reyhan who told you," guess Dila.

"Our son? We forced him and threatened a little" Dion said.

"He's not your son and we're not over?" Dila took off Dion's hand which was coiled on two sides of her waist.

"So I have to fight again?" ask Dion.

"That's how it is" replied Dila.

Dion knelt before the still-very-beautiful and alluring adult woman. He grabbed both hands while looking at Dila's eyes with love.

"I'm not the romantic guy you see on TV. I do not know how to express the word love or persuade seduce like a prince to the princess. But I have to tell you, I have more sincere love than you can imagine. Dila .. I love you. Be the lover of my heart" said Dion.

Dila took both of her hands off Dion's handrails, and managed to let the man down. But Dila bent her body until the faces of the two faced each other.

A small kiss on Dila's nose was given to Dion. "It looks like we need two cups of coffee. I'll be with you tonight."

Dion smiled hearing that. "You've decided to stay and that means you've accepted me."

Dion hugged Dila. The woman who was always in his heart and mind, now back he got. This time, no matter what happens, Dion will never let go of Dila again.

Two cups of instant coffee were placed on the table. Dila clasped her hands as her eyes glanced sharply at Dion.

"Am I wrong again?" ask Dion.

"You watch indecent movies. I heard the movie" Dila said.

Dion giggled amusedly. "That's why you came to my room. It's just an edit sound and not an actual movie."

"I want to see" Pinta Dila.

"Why should I be seen? We just practice. You can make a raucous sound to echo in this room. If you need to scream out loud so that other residents of the apartment know, if we are happy about this union," seduced Dion.

"Dion!" pissed Dila.

Dion laughing. "I was just kidding. But if you want me to be ready." Dion blinked one eye tempting Dila.

"Don't keep flirting. Tell me why the engagement was canceled" Dila's request said.

"I'll tell you, but I ask for the intake first."

Seriate.

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