MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
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"Today I'm overtime. There's a lot of work to be done" Dion said.

"I'm sorry, honey. Because you took care of me in the hospital, your job became neglected" said Dila.

"Hey, why talk like that?" Dion hugged Dila's body, and landed a kiss on the cheek. "It's my job to take care of you. I'll try to get home before dinner."

Dila nodded, "Yes, don't forget to bring the lunch box."

"Okay, honey." Dion kissed Dila's lips then waved her step out of the house.

"Mrs, can the table be cleaned?" tanya Sari who was suddenly already beside Dila.

"You just clean it up. I'm gonna take a break. My body gets tired easily" said Dila as she headed for the bedroom.

Dila went into the bedroom, and directly exposed herself to the mirror. He saw his body there. The body was still slim, toned, and his face was also beautiful with various treatments that he did.

Beautiful should hurt. In order to please her husband, Dila did any treatment. Fine threads were embedded in his face. This is not the real Dila. He likes treatment with cream only.

The treatment Dila do is normal, and some women do it as long as it does not change the face with plastic surgery. However, the process is still exhausting.

Dila put her body on the bed. He had no intention of doing sports. Usually, every morning Dila will exercise. After returning from the hospital, he had no intention of doing so. It was sleep that he wanted to do.

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"What time does our client come? It's been ten minutes late" said Dion annoyed.

It had been ten minutes Dion and his assistant were waiting for an upcoming client at the restaurant. He also looked upset this afternoon; for Dila did not pick up the phone.

"I want to go home. My wife won't pick up the phone" Dion said.

Dion's assistant named Andi sighed, "Most wife is sleeping. It's, right, nap time. We have a lot of work, sir. Today we're overtime."

Dion snorted, "I don't want to wait anymore. Cancel the cooperation. I'm going home."

Dion got up from his seat, then stepped out of the restaurant. Andi who called no he ignored. He now wants to go home to Dila.

"Sir, what kind of job?" Andi took a long breath. "Today I'm going to be overtime alone."

Dion's phone rang when the man got into his car. A video call from my beloved, My lovely wife. Soon Dion picked up the call, and put the phone over the phone's stand.

"Where are you going? I'm calling from earlier not picked up?" ask Dion.

"I'm asleep. It's just waking up" replied Dila.

"I want to go home."

"Why? He said he was going overtime" said Dila.

"Because you didn't pick up the phone from me. I'm worried because you just got out of the hospital" Dion said.

"Darling, I'm fine. Now I go shopping. You just follow me to the usual place." Dila instantly turned off her video call.

Dion clucked, "Dila's habit. He always turns off the phone first."

...****************...

Arrive at the shopping center with an online taxi. It was seen that Dion had arrived first, and was waiting for his arrival in front of the entrance. Dila got out, and Dion immediately paid the taxi fare.

"It's been a while, honey?" ask Dila.

"You want another year to come, I'll wait" replied Dion.

"Gombal continues," said Dila.

The two went inside, and headed straight for the supermarket area. Dila came just to shop for home needs.

"Darling, you help me get vegetables as fruit," said Dila, "I choose the meat first."

"That's all, honey," Dion replied as he headed to a vegetable and fruit outlet not far from the meat-processed outlets.

"Tante Dila," scolded a woman.

Dila turned to look, "You're here apparently."

"Nilam is also shopping, Tan."

Dila noticed Nilam's slightly bruised face on the temple, and lips. Even if the woman covers it with makeup, it will still appear.

Patchouli gasped, "Ti-no, Tan."

"Your face is bruised" said Dila smiling, "I once felt in your position."

"Dion spanked, Auntie?" tanya Nilam did not believe.

Dila nodded, "My ex-husband. Dion loves me so much, and he never hits."

"That's lucky, Auntie," said Nilam.

"I am indeed lucky," Dila replied as she looked at Dion who had chosen the fruit.

"If only Dion had been my husband" said Nilam. "Eh, I mean, if I had a husband who was the same nature as Dion."

Dila widened her smile, "My husband is indeed the idol of the women, but his heart is frozen. Everything he gave me."

Dila's words are right. Dion loved him with all his heart. There were many women out there, but he still looked at Dila.

"Oh, there's Nilam apparently. Been long?" Dion put fruit and vegetables into the basket.

"Busan," he answered.

"It looks like the kitchen is all. Let's just go home" Dion told Dila.

"Yes." Yeah." Dila looked at Nilam. "We go first, yes, Nilam."

"Yes, Tan."

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"Delilah, if play remember the time. Why not just stay at Sera's house?" At dinner Dion had to pick up his favorite daughter at Diki's house. Though Dion hopes Delilah stay, and will not interfere with his entertainment with Dila. However, a phone call from Diki, making the event a complete failure.

"Tonight Deli wants to sleep at home. We were fighting" said the boy. Delilah had planned to stay at Sera's house, but the two had a fight.

"Why fight?"

"Papa can't know. It's a girl's problem" Delilah said.

"Child today, all things secret" murmured Dion.

"Papa, look at that guy. Why is he running?" delilah.

Dion slowed down his vehicle. The woman who ran towards the car, and knocked on the glass. Delilah hugged Dion in fear.

"Please, Sir."

Dion looked at that frightened looking face. He was shocked to know a woman with a ruffled appearance.

"Nilam." Car glass lowered. "What's wrong with you."

"Who is he, Pa?" ask Delilah fearfully.

"Don't be afraid, honey. He's Papa's friend."

"Dion, help me. Husband rampaging. Take me to safety" Pinta Nilam.

"Come in."

Nilam got into the car, and Dion drove off. From the rearview mirror, Dion noticed a bruised face as well as the messy hair of Nilam.

"Tante, get this tissue. Aunt's face was hurt" Delilah said.

"Thank you, dear." Nilam took the tissue, and rubbed the wound on his lips.

Car arrives home. Dila had been waiting for the arrival of her husband, and her son. However, he was surprised to have Nilam with both.

"Nilam!"

"Sorry, Honey. I don't know where to take him. He's hurt" Dion said.

"It's okay. Let's go in first" said Dila.

Seriate.

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