MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
WANT TO BUT BE EMBARRASSED

Indila misbehaved by holding a flower that had been thrown away by Dion, it appears from below that a man smiled triumphantly while hanging a suit on his shoulder.

"How did you get in here?" ask Dila by lowering the orchid flowers and tucking them behind the body.

Dion smiled and looked lovingly at the woman outside the balcony of the room. "You're so beautiful up there, your face is shining in the moonlight."

Dila could not help but smile on her lips when she heard the mutterings from Dion. "You haven't answered the question, Auntie. How did you get in?"

"Paijo slept and the gate was not locked" Dion replied.

"Go home," drive Dila.

"Let me here look you in the face" Dion pleaded.

Dila twisted her body about to step into the room, but Dion's shrill voice stopped her intention to step inside.

"Let's wait another five minutes, please," said Dion.

Dila shakes her head. "I'm your mother's candidate." Then Dila stepped inside the room, closed the balcony door and slowly closed the curtain.

Dion stared at the curtain that had closed and he was still reluctant to leave from there. Dion hopes to be able to look in the face and talk longer to the woman he loves.

Dila calmed her beating heart and she nodded in memory of Dio's words just now. Dila had been consumed by the globality of that handsome man.

"She's really funny" said Dila as she peeked at Dion, who remained faithful looking at her room. "He's still there?"

Dila flicked the curtain and opened the balcony door again and went out to meet Dion who was down there. "Not going home yet?"

"You forgot your promise" said Dion.

Forehead Dila wrinkled. "What promise?"

"You said you were going to have dinner together with me last night, but you denied it" Dion said.

Hearing that Dila went back into the room, closing the door and the curtains. Dion let out a long sigh, it seemed like he indeed had no hope of having dinner together with Dila.

Dion flipped over by raising the suit on the shoulder and then stepped towards the gate, but before his steps arrived, Dila's voice stopped him.

"Let's go to dinner" cried Dila from the top of the balcony of the room.

Dion twisted his body completely looking at Dila from up there. "I'm waiting for you."

"Tante will come down" said Dila.

Dion pinched his own cheek, did Dila really want to go with him? Is this just a dream? Or maybe Dion is in the dimension of time. Dion's mind was too exaggerated and he was not dreaming right now. It's real, a Dila fulfilled her promise to go to dinner together.

Dila came out of the house wearing jeans, a white V-neck T-shirt wrapped in a black blazer. He also wears white sports shoes to complete his performance tonight.

"It's not wrong that I fell in love with her, Dila is indeed very beautiful" Dion murmured softly.

"Is there a restaurant open?" ask Dila with squeezing both hands which signifies when she really feels very nervous.

"If you don't mind, we can eat by the side of the road" Dion said.

Tuck the hair behind the ear. "Tante wants to eat on the side of the road."

"Can we just use me and you?" Dion expected him to be more intimate with Dila when talking using the words me and you.

"But Aunt over-"

"Tonight, just" cut Dion fast.

Dila looked at the handsome face of the man standing before her, clearly the look on Dion's face was eager to get along with her.

Dila smiled and then nodded. "All right."

Dion invited Dila into the car, after which he ran small towards the door next to him. Paijo, who had woken up from his slumber, just stared at the master who had gone with Dion.

"This is the food stall?" ask Dila after getting out of the car.

Dion took the woman to a food stall on the side of the road, and Dila could see there were some visitors who were eating accompanied by a street singer.

"Here the food is good, but surely you don't like it. I know you don't like fatty foods" Dion said.

Dion knows for sure women like Dila is very caring for the food that goes into his body, he must eat healthy food in order to maintain his beauty and fitness.

Dila laughed a little. "Once is okay."

Dion grabbed Dila's hand and made the woman startled, but inwardly he felt happy. Dila was taken to sit in Lesehan while Dion went to order food.

"I'll have you grilled chicken with orange ice" Dion said.

"Why is that?" ask Dila, "why don't you use rice?"

"We split the two" Dion replied, winking one eye.

The waiter delivered the food ordered by Dion. According to what the man said, there was only one rice ordered.

"Let's eat" said Dion, who had been biting fried chicken. Dion was starving because he had not eaten dinner himself.

"You haven't had dinner yet?" ask Dila.

"Not yet" Dion replied as he stared at the grilled chicken that Dila had not touched. "You don't like roasted chicken?"

Dila jerked. "Like .. It's just that I was busy watching you."

"Watching me?" resetting Dion.

"I'm just surprised to see you eat" said Dila, "let's continue eating."

Dila wanted to pinch the grilled chicken with her finger, but Dion stopped the movement of Dila's hand with her left hand.

"Why?" ask Dila wonder.

"Let me feed you, your fingernails will be dirty" Dion said as he pinched the chicken and mixed it with a little rice and gave it to Dila. "Open your mouth."

"I can eat by myself" Dila refused.

"Don't turn it down, let's open your mouth" urged Dion.

Dila glanced around where they were sitting, each visitor was busy with his partner, and as quickly as lightning Dila stuffed Dion's fingers into his mouth.

Dion laughed a little. "Why are you so embarrassed?"

Dila lowered her head. "Obviously I'm embarrassed."

"Because of age again?" Dion returns to feed Dila.

"You know for yourself my age," Dila replied involuntarily continuing to eat from Dion's hands.

"Good food?"

Dila blinked and then saw the roast chicken stay half, his face was embarrassed. "The food is good."

"You're getting more and more worried about your merry face" said Dion, laughing.

In Dila's heart seemed to melt, he was like a young back dating a man named Dion. His heart was beating fast and from inside his heart was something exhilarating.

"Mrs Dila and Mr. Dion are currently eating, sir," said a man behind the phone.

Seriate.

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