MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
LOVE DANCE

"Where are we going? Why are my eyes closed?" asked Dila with curiosity.

After enjoying the gondola, Dion took Dila somewhere, but his wife's eyes were tied with a black cloth.

"Prophe dong. You'll know where we're going" Dion replied as he drove the car he rented.

Dila according to him. Where Dion takes him, he'll stay safe. Because his beloved husband will not be able to do harm.

The car arrived at a typical old European architecture. The door was opened by a man in a black shirt and white gloves. Dion got out first, then ran small towards the next car door.

"Come, Honey. We have arrived" Dion said after opening the door for Dila. The man protected his wife's head from hitting the top of the car.

Men with white gloves with a typical European height let Dion and Dila into a room.

From Dila's sense of smell, he can breathe the aroma of the building with cool air conditioning hit, as well as the aroma of a typical theater building chair.

"You're taking me to the opera house?" ask Dila by issuing a thought. He guessed that, because there was no way Dion would take him to the cinema.

"Yes" replied Dion.

Dion held his wife's hand, taking her to a large stage where there was a piano and a bright light.

The blindfold bond opened slowly. Dila blinked when the light beam began to enter her beautiful retina.

Slowly those beautiful eyes opened. Dila closed her mouth so surprised. Throw it right, he was in an art opera house, where there was a large stage, floodlights with lined chairs for guests watching.

"Here," said Dila. He couldn't even say anything so surprised. "Where do you know? This dream I've been hiding tight."

"I am your lover and your husband. Of course I know what your biggest wish was a long time ago" Dion said. "Let's change your clothes. I want to see you dancing in this building."

Crazy's hand was held by Dion. The man took his wife to the dressing room. Everything has been prepared by Dion, changing clothes and dance shoes are ready.

Dion undressed Dila, then replaced her with a tight black dress typical of dancers and a skirt fluffy white knee-length.

"Let me put on her dance shoes" said Dion.

Dila nodded. He sat down on the chair and let Dion do what the man did. One kiss landed on Dila's instep before Dion replaced the high-footed shoes with soft, low-footed shoes.

"I'm not sure I can do it" Dila said.

Dion stood tied Dila's long hair with rubber in his pocket, then held it up and tucked it into the other hair until it was bun-shaped.

"We dance together" said Dion, bowing his body before Dila.

Dion's hand was received. The man took Dila back to the stage and stood in the middle of it. One flick of Dion's finger made the lamp there go out, then replaced with a floodlight that illuminated both.

Romantic music begins to beat. Dila was even more shocked because it was her favorite song and as her dance accompaniment when she was young.

"Imagine this moment is twenty years back. You are Dila who has a dream as a dancer" whispered Dion.

Dila nodded and started to move her body. Dion's hands were at his wife's waist, moving them to his left and right sides.

Both Dila and Dion's hands fused upwards. Dion's hand went down slowly like the song's tempo, slowly from the end of the hand, elbow, past the shoulder until the waist back.

The man turned Dila's body forward. He brought the woman closer to himself. Their movements are harmonious and in tune with the beat of the tempo of music.

"This move is delicious, right?" dion whispered with his body.

"Yes" replied Dila embarrassed.

Dion turned Dila's body back to him. One hand of Dion was between the neck, rubbing to make Dila move his head around.

"Of course I know. In your closet are dancing shoes and clothes" replied Dion, clutching his wife's earlobe.

"My parents didn't like it, it was because I buried the dream" Dila said.

"If your parents don't agree, then we make that dream come true here." Dion flipped over Dila's body, lifted the woman's body up and then slowly lowered it until their big nose fused together.

Dila's hands were on her husband's neck. The forehead fused together until they could feel each other's breath. Their eyes looked at each other, until a thin object fused together.

"I feel like I'm going back to youth" Dila said, staring at Dion.

"I never thought you were old. All I know is that you are Dila my wife and my lover." Dion grabbed both sides of Dila's face.

Uniting his lips for the umpteenth time, sweeping away the blushing object from end to end, until the boneless objects of the two twisted, obscure and taste each other.

"How do we end this scene?" dion asked by fusing his forehead into Dila's forehead.

"I don't know," Dila replied with a slow breath.

Dila retreated backwards about two steps, twisting until Dion could capture her beautiful body and to coincide with that, the music stopped.

The woman gasps. "Thank you, honey. Tonight is beautiful."

"It hasn't been said to be beautiful, if you haven't seen this one yet" Dion said.

"There again?" ask Dila.

The man nodded. "Yes .. there is more. I haven't expressed my love for you."

Dion and Dila leave the opera house. Dila was still wearing dance clothes, but Dion had told her to get in the car.

It only takes five minutes to reach the hotel which has a beautiful view on the top of the building. Dion took his wife to the top of the building, enjoying the night panomara of the Italian city.

"Beautiful," said Dila amazed at the city lights flickering down there.

One hand Dila grasped. "Stay like this. Whatever happens .. Keep on with me."

"I'll stay with you" said Dila.

"Dilaaaa .. I love you," cried Dion from above. "Darling .. Come on, you're screaming too. Express your feelings."

"Dionnn .. I love you," Dila replied shouting.

Both breaths gasping. Both Dila and Dion both laughed because of the ridiculous thing they did.

"Asik also turned out," chirped Dila. "I feel young again."

"This is how young people pamper their partners" said Dion smiling.

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