MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
GRANT

It's not that I don't want a baby's cry and laughter. It's not that I don't want perfection from marriage. What I'm afraid of is if it can't be obtained.

Paradigm is spinning in my head. To make all the worst possible. Not I blame or disbelieve the power of the Khalik, but the fear that is veiled in my conscience.

My sorrow and sorrow saw sorrow in your eyes. There is hope there, a goal of happiness that you want to give to your stupid lover. Should this self grant your request? When my conscience and my mind are fighting with each other? The two gave each other the choice to choose.

The paper that had been clean, now had dirty written the script that Dion put on it. He closed the diary, then kept it in the drawer of the work table.

The man got up from sitting, stepped out of the study where he calmed down for a moment.

When the door opened, Dion stepped in to see his wife, who had changed clothes, lying to the side facing the window sill.

Dion just stared and refused to rebuke. But her retina looked at the change of clothes on the bed. It was clear Dila wanted him to clean up before getting into bed.

The man stepped into the bathroom. There's less here. As lonely as Dion was alone as he was in the same room.

When both of them were abroad, Dila's chatter was always entertainment before going to bed. There was something the woman told me. Whether it's a past story or a story about their future.

Finished cleaning up, Dion threw himself beside Dila. He looked at the back that was behind him at this moment. One index finger stretched out, touching a clean white back.

"Honey" whispered Dion.

There was no response his wife showed. It is likely that Dila's eyes have fallen asleep washed away in the dream cradle. One kiss Dion pinned on Dila's plain arm as a bedmate.

Dion turned back to Dila. Tonight he can only be warmed by a blanket and bolsters, hoping his tired eyes can be closed to sleep, even without a warm hug from his wife.

When he opened his eyes, he responded to the touch that Dion had done. But he refused to turn himself back. Not angry, but there was a sense of disappointment in his mind.

Dila's hand rubbed her husband's back. This was their first fight after marriage.

Guilt started to haunt Dila. He should not have made a wish that led to a debate.

Violence overcame his mind. He did not remember how much the lover had said to accept him.

The universe even knows, whether as bad as Dila, perfect or not, Dion will accept it with all his heart.

"Dion" said Dila.

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The morning sun shone brightly, but not as bright as Dila's heart which was currently cloudy. He woke up from sleep, but did not find a soulmate who always greeted each morning.

Is she still angry with her lover? Where is the morning greeting and the friendly kiss she always gets from her husband? Dila touched the side of the bed where Dion's body scent was still left behind.

She got out of bed, took her nightgown robe, and stepped out of the room.

The door handle is pressed open. Dila jerked in front of him there was a laced letter that read the word sorry.

He pulled the letter to read it, but what happened was that a small piece of paper had fallen on his head.

"Dion," he muttered in shock mixed with astonishment.

Dila walked towards the stairs, there was a sprinkling of glossy wrapping paper. One by one his feet touched the paper until he arrived at the garden door.

"Darling" cried Dila as he stood looking at the flower garden.

"What is this darling?" ask Dila.

Dila got a sweet treat from her husband. The man was even willing to get up early in the morning to make a surprise for him.

"Breakfast first yuk," invited Dion who immediately brought Dila to sit on a chair.

"You prepared all this?" Dila stared at the fruit, the toast as well as the two fruit juices that had been neatly arranged on the table.

"Let's eat first" said Dion.

Dila nodded, then stuffed the toast into her mouth. "Enak. Very good."

All the dishes that Dila tasted felt very delicious even though it was an ordinary dish. A dish made with love that distinguishes it from others.

Smile on the lips of the husband. "I'm sorry." Dion placed his hand on the back of Dila's hand. "My words must hurt you."

Dila. "No, Honey. Maybe you're right .. I do have to accept reality."

Dion covered his wife's lips with his index finger. "You want to be perfect, right? Come ... we make that perfection. I'll do anything to get your wish done."

Dila gasp. "Darling .. are you serious about what you say?"

The beautiful woman who was still wearing that nightgown, still did not believe in her sense of hearing. Last night Dion looked defiant, then now suddenly her husband changed his mind.

Dion approached his wife, kneeling before the woman. "Let's make that wish come true."

Without waiting any longer, Dila immediately rushed to hug Dion tightly. Cheeking her husband's cheeks with love and love.

"Yes .. we realize that desire together," said Dila.

The automatic circle of hands rested on Dion's neck, as the man lifted his wife's body into a sling. The eyes of the two face each other implies a desire desire that wants to be implemented immediately.

One by one Dion climbed the stairs to the room. Slowly Dila's body was placed on the bed. The love match happened again, but this time it was done very gently, full of appreciation to reach the climax of wisdom.

Between the mind and the heart of the quarrel, the man chose his heart to grant the request of the wife. Creating what Dila wants.

Whether the goal is achieved or not, let it be the will of the Khalik. Most important today, both Dila and Dion will both strive for perfection in marriage.

Dila wiped away the tears reminiscing on her cheeks. He was overwhelmed by all the actions that Dion had done. "Thank you."

"Why crying?" Dion rubbed his wife's cheek gently.

"This is a cry of happiness" said Dila Haru.

"I've told you before. There's only happiness I'll fill in your life."

"I'm lucky to have a man like you."

"I'm the lucky one to get a woman like you. I'm losing. Lose because of my love for you. You won with all your love for me" said Dion, closing the gap on Dila's body.

Seriate.

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