MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
YES

"Good morning." A bouquet of tulips was offered by Dion to her lover. "White tulips which means my love for you is very sincere and deep."

Dila smiled with her hands welcoming flowers. "Thank you." One small kiss on the lips was given Dila in return.

"The best breakfast, honey. One kiss I really wanted" said Dion.

"Come in. I've prepared breakfast for both of us." Dila closed the door after Dion came inside.

The man noticed that the room in Dila looked very simple and far from the impression of luxury. Does not match the appearance that often wears luxury goods.

But different at this time, Dion felt Dila had another side. The woman looked ordinary, but instead made her face even sweeter.

Her lips are reddish, her face is not self-sufficient, her hair is pierced by torturing a child of hair. The clothes that Dila wore were only long-sleeved pink shirts as well as black cloth pants.

"I just realized how you look like this" said Dion.

"You don't like it?" ask Dila.

"It's like it, though. You're like a house girl."

Dila laughs. "You're making fun of me? Where there are mothers like me even like home girls."

"You're not a mother, but a pretty girl to me."

"At least in front of your eyes" said Dila by giving a plate of breakfast bread and fruit juice to Dion.

"How about we go for a walk?" bargain Dion.

"Maybe, too," said Dila who was busy putting tulips into a vase, then he put it on the TV side table.

"Prepare. Let's go for a walk this morning." Dion finished the breakfast that Dila gave him.

While waiting for Dila to change clothes, Dion cleaned the dining table and washed the dishes. Dila wears jeans with small toe and black leather jacket.

A pair of black boots with heels tofu, became his mainstay this time. She untangled her long hair and put on makeup with thin makeup.

A whistle sounded from the front door of the room. Dila smiled in style in front of Dion who was leaning against the wall in the room.

"How's it?" ask Dila.

"Of course you're very pretty" Dion replied as she stepped closer to Dila. "Whatever you wear stays right in your body." Dion pecked Dila's nose. This has become a habit for him, peeping the nose of the lover.

"We're leaving now?" ask Dila.

"Come on."

The two exited the apartment room where the door was also made of wooden planks. Dila and Dion climbed down the steps one by one while holding hands.

"Why did you choose to live here?" ask Dion. "This is not the apartment name, but cos-boss."

Dila laughs. "Are there costs abroad? They call it a flat or an apartment, right? I like it here rather than a fancy apartment."

"I like it here too. The people are friendly" said Dion.

"They're all leases. I'm the only one who bought that room flat."

"Why could that be?" ask Dion curious.

"My father knows the owner" Dila replied.

Dion stopped a taxi that would take them to Trafalgar Square, a square in central London.

"I haven't come here in a long time" said Dion.

"Here my memories during college," said Dila.

"In that case, we'll make our own memories."

Taxi stops at destination. Dion and Dila got out of the car after paying for the trip.

"It's here, it's time for the photos," said Dila.

Dion photographed Dila in front of the iconic statues around the square. Not to forget the two took a friendly photo in front of the fountain decorated with dolphins, small sharks and mermaids are fascinating.

"It's just a statue" he replied.

"Look next to me. Is this woman pretty?" ask Dion.

"Pretty. She's like my mother" the boy replied.

Dila was puzzled because he saw Dion's behavior asking about things that were not important. The mother of the child was even afraid of her son talking to a foreign man.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. He was just kidding, ", Dila said to the blonde.

"Little children cannot judge. Better ask a guy your age.

"Mom .. I can judge. The woman was very beautiful, but dear ..she was not my type," replied the child who managed to surprise her mother and make people around laugh.

"It's all because of you" whispered Dila.

"Hey Bung .. am I fit to be her husband?" dion asked the two men sitting on the edge of the fountain.

"What you should ask is. Does your lover want to make you her husband?" ask the two men back while laughing.

The talks that Dion did made the attention of people around there. Dila had already covered her face in embarrassment.

"That means I should ask my lover?" ask Dion.

"Of course" answered the crowd around the fountain.

Dion held Dila's hand. Staring at the beautiful face of the woman who had filled her heart with love. "Dila .. do you want to be my wife?"

Dila's eyes widened to hear it. "Dion ... don't joke."

"Look ... My lover says I'm kidding" exclaimed Dion.

"Pronounce it correctly. Kneel down" another suggestion.

Dion chuckles amusedly. "alright. I'll do it."

Dion kneels in Dila's hdapan. "Do I have to say an appeal to you? Your hair is like the sun shining, your face is like the moon of the night, do I have to say that?"

Everyone laughed at Dion. Including Dila who felt that it was very funny. "It doesn't need to be that way."

"The sun and the moon are second to none on earth, but to me, you are second to none in this heart. Dila .. marry me. Be the sun and also the moon for me" said Dion while removing a ring that managed to make Dila close his lips so shocked.

"Thank you," cried another.

"Yes .. yes I will" said Dila.

Everyone applauded, and Dion put the diamond ring on her lover's ring finger. Dion stood up, kissed the back of Dila's hand and gave a hug.

"I'm happy, honey," said Dion.

Dion brought his face closer, pecking on Dila's lips, which managed to make the visitors clap and cheer.

"He managed to propose to his lover" chirped the boy who had been teased by Dion.

The two lovers' lips were loose. Dila was so embarrassed that she hugged Dion. There is nothing strange as long as they are in a free country. Everything is considered ordinary.

"Thank you everyone" said Dion.

Dila turned her head to look at Dion. "You've prepared all this, haven't you?"

Dion nodded. "Yes, I want you to be mine."

"Dion," cried Dila moved.

"I love you, Dila."

Seriate.

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