MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
WHO'S WHO?

"You go home first, let me accompany Dila here" said Dion.

"Do you need anything?" ask Reyhan. "I'll get Sari to deliver your needs."

"Tell Sari. Bring Dila's gear and also my agenda book in the desk drawer. Don't let him open the book, and be careful when carrying it" Dion said.

"What-book" Diki closed her lips to not continue her sentence as Reyhan glared at her eyes.

"I'll have him deliver it to you. Tomorrow afternoon we'll be here again. We'll see the kids first" Reyhan said.

"We go home, Dion," said Diki, giving a hug to his best friend.

The two couples were discharged from the hospital after saying goodbye to Dion, while Dila was still asleep due to the influence of the drugs given by the doctor.

"Is Dion still writing his complaints on books?" ask Reyhan.

Reyhan pressed his shoulders. "Eitherway. I don't know either. Maybe he's still instilling his habit."

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Slowly the closed eyes began to open. Dila blinked a few times so that both of her eyes could look at the man who was currently, also looking at her.

"Honey," said Dila in a soft, loving voice.

"Want a drink? Let me get it," said Dion as he headed towards the nightstand.

Dila's body was propped up on a pillow that her husband had piled up. Dion thrust out the mineral water that had been given a straw, and Dila drank it.

"Enough" said Dila.

"Eat first, huh?" said Dion.

Dila. "I don't taste."

"Juice fruit, how?" dion said he made an offer. "I'll buy it."

"I just want to look at you. Is my husband in grief?" Dila raised her hand to rub Dion's face. He gently traced the man's eyes, nose, and cheeks.

Dion grabbed Dila's hand. He kisses his delicate hand as soft as that silk. "The eyes and the heart cannot lie. Of course you know why I'm afflicted with grief."

"I'm sorry, honey. My words hurt you. Fear is in my heart. I couldn't bear to see you hurt after my departure" Dila said.

"As you say. Destiny has determined each other's path. Maybe I will be called before him. Then why do you seem to precede him?" Dion stared fixedly at the two clear eyes that began to contain tears.

Tears reminiscing, now spilling over stained Dila's white cheeks. With his hand, Dion greeted the falling teardrops. The man tasted the precious tears that his wife had shed.

"I'm sorry for what I said that made you cry" Dion said.

Dila. "It's my fault."

Dion hugged Dila tightly, rubbed his wife's back, and whispered soothing words.

"Already, Honey. Do not be afraid of things beyond your will. Just live this life as it is" Dion said.

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A knock on the door distracts Dion, who is wiping his wife's body. Rushing he opened the door of the ward to find out who came.

"Oh, apparently Sari. Come in" said Dion.

"Thank you, sir," Sari replied by stepping in with Dila and Dion's supplies.

"You brought the things I asked for?" ask Dion.

"Yes, Sir. I brought it all." Sari put a big bag on the sofa chair. After that, he approached Dila. "How are things, Madam?"

"I'm doing fine. Delilah how?" ask Dila back.

"Miss Delilah with her grandfather." Sari sees Dion coming back to wipe his wife's body. "Sir, let me do it."

"I can do it. You just go home. Take care of Delilah, and tell her that the mother she loves is fine" Dion said.

Sari nodded. "Yes, Sir. Then I'll go home."

"Let Sari go home. Delilah needs her more" said Dion.

"Darling, I can go to the bathroom by myself to take a shower. There's no need for you to wipe my body with a wet towel like this" Dila said.

"No-no." Dion shakes his head quickly. "Later you fall again. Let me just wipe your body."

Dila could only let her husband continue his activities. In her heart she was grateful to have a husband of attention like Dion.

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My lover

Your face is like the soothing morning dew. Your lips are like an intoxicating honey, you say as a soul-stirring poet.

Luckily a man like me can take all the pleasure that is in you. However, the pleasure becomes bland when you say a destiny.

No one knows the destiny of our lives. Your fear has also struck me. All the bad things revolve around my mind. What can I do without you by my side? This love He gave it. If He takes you, then I want Him to take me too.

"What are you doing?" ask Dila.

"Just write, honey," Dion replied.

"Can I read it?" ask Dila.

"certain." Dion gave me his book. "I'm gonna go get some food. I'll have the sisters accompany you."

Dila nodded. "Yes .. You go. I'll be fine."

After Dion came out of the ward, Dila read the writings that her husband made. Each sheet contains the contents of Dion's heart that makes Dila touched.

A nurse came in to accompany Dila. He was astonished to see Dila who was shedding tears. "Mrs why?"

"I'm fine" Dila answered by hugging her husband's agenda book.

The bespectacled sister, no longer wanted to ask about Dila shedding tears. He knows that his patients do not want to be disturbed.

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Currently, Dion was in a restaurant near the hospital. The food in the cafeteria was not suitable for his tongue. While waiting for a food order, he took the time to call Delilah.

"Mama .. is fine. Don't bother grandpa. Mama's going home tomorrow." Dion turned off the phone after the princess confirmed her message.

Dion's eyes involuntarily looked towards the table, which was side by side with the restaurant's glass window. A woman in her thirties, looked at herself with a smile.

Dion's forehead wrinkled to find a sweet smile from the woman. He turned his gaze toward the phone, and ignored the view.

For Dion, only Dila was worthy of his eyes, and he enjoyed his sweet smile.

"You're the same as you used to be."

Dion gasped for a voice that rebuked him. He raised his head, and gasped at the woman sitting at the table, in front of him.

"What's wrong?" ask Dion.

"You don't know me? I'm Nilam, your college friend first," said the woman.

"Nilam who, dad?" ask Dion.

Nilam rolled a lazy eye. "Nilam, Reyhan's ex-girlfriend."

Dion watched the appearance of the woman before him while recalling the name that the woman had said.

"Nilam Kandi?" ask Dion.

The woman nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"God! I forgot about you, man. Come sit down" said Dion.

Seriate.

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