MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
TOO, NOT GOOD

"Tante doesn't want to ask anything, but if you want to tell a story, Auntie will be ready to listen" said Dila.

"We are in divorce proceedings. My husband does not accept my decision. He went berserk, and hit,” answered Nilam.

The wound on Nilam's face was already treated by Dila. Rather than when he first arrived, his condition already looked good. Her hair was tidied up, her forehead and lips were given medicine.

"What's your house around there?" ask Dion.

Nilam yelled, "We were in one car. We quarreled. He hit me, and I ran away."

Nilam. He covered his face trying not to remember the incident in the car. He was also embarrassed to have troubled Dila, and Dion.

I could hear the sound of crying from the woman. Dila was also in the same condition as Nilam. He rubbed Nilam's arm while giving the woman soothing words.

"You are patient, Nilam. Everything will be fine" said Dila.

"Yes, Nilam. Don't grieve. You rest first. I told Sari to prepare a room for you" Dion said.

"Thank you everyone. I really am very troublesome," said Nilam feeling bad.

"It's okay. The night is late. You go get some rest" said Dion.

Sari invites Nilam to the room that has been provided for her, while Dila, and Dion step into their own room.

"I feel like seeing Nilam, is me. He is so young, and has had such trials" Dila chirped.

"Nilam, and you're different" said Dion.

"Which different?"

"Obviously different, honey. You're my wife, and she's someone else's wife" Dion replied.

"Ish, Honey. I'm serious," said spoiled Dila.

"I'm serious too. You, and he's different. You hold back your grief, hide everything from others. You, are the toughest woman I've ever known," Dion said as he laid his wife on the bed.

Dila went into the warm embrace of her husband. "Help him, honey. Poor Nilam."

"Yes, I'll help him. Now we rest. It was late at night" said Dion.

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

As his wife requested, Dion helped Nilam with the divorce papers. Helping the woman get custody of her son alone.

Dion also threatened Nilam's ex-husband not to hurt his friend anymore. Nilam remained silent with his fifteen-year-old son at Dion's house.

Asking Reyhan or Diki for help, it's not worth it. Reyhan is too busy with his big company, and Dion can do it all himself.

"So Nilam lives in your place" said Diki.

"Dila wanted it. I also helped with Nilam's divorce" Dion said.

"If Mama Dila told you to drown yourself in the sea, would you be willing?" ask Diki.

"I'd be willing if he told me to."

"Ish, you're scaring me." Diki glanced at her daughter. "Sara, let's go home!"

Sara ran over to Diki. Sara was visiting Delilah's house. Diki immediately told Sara to get into the car, and passed from there.

Dion scratched his head, "Did I say something wrong? Why is he afraid?"

"Dion, I made you a red velvet cake. Try a little bit" said Nilam as he thrust the cake in a chopped-up plate.

Dion took a piece of the cake and ate it. "taste good. I like it."

"Thank God you like it" Nilam said with a smile.

Dila saw Nilam's closeness with her husband. These days both are close. If Dila is busy taking care of Delilah, then Nilam is replacing his role.

Dion did not mind, and was seen receiving his friend's sweet treatment. Nilam's son was also close with Delilah. Sometimes Dion, Nilam, Delilah, and his friend's son were chatting with each other, and Dila only saw that.

"Nilam, I want to talk to you. I waited in the living room" said Dion and stepped inside the house.

"Talk to me, what's up, huh?" nilam murmur.

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

Dila, Dion and Nilam were already in the living room. Delilah and Nilam's son were sent into their rooms.

"Look, Nilam. I'm gonna have you stay in the apartment. It just so happens that my apartment has not been lived in for a long time. I intend to give it to you. Your divorce is over, your ex-husband won't bother you anymore either. So, I want you to move out of my house" Dion said.

"Dear, you."

"You're not allowed to talk, Dila!" said Dion.

Nilam gasped to hear Dion who was impressed to drive him away. He was comfortable living in Dion's house.

"I don't mean to throw out, but this isn't good for my family. I'm a married man, and accommodating women who are not relatives is really not good" said Dion.

"I'm sorry, Dion. I am a woman who does not know myself. I forgot about my status. I'm going to move in, and look for a house to rent" Nilam said.

"Let's stay in my apartment. Consider me giving that to your son. I have the letters ready, and you just sign them. Move now. Paijo will take you." Dion got up from his seat, then stepped into the room.

"Nilam, forgive Dion. He didn't mean that" said Dila.

"It's okay, Auntie. I'll take care of my stuff."

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

"These are his papers. You don't have to rent a house anymore" Dion said.

"Thank you for your help, Dion. With this we will live independently," said Nilam.

Because of the separation, Nilam's life seemed to be destitute; for her ex-husband did not give her any possessions. The man's car and house were seized.

"I also provide cars for you. You can use it to go to work. Tomorrow the car will be delivered to your apartment" Dion said.

"Thank you, Dion. You are very kind" said Nilam.

"Paijo, take Nilam, and his son."

"Well, sir," replied Paijo, who immediately invited Nilam, and his son into the car.

"Yes, Delilah has no friends anymore" he said as he stared at the car coming out of the gate.

"Cari! dion shouted which made Dila and Delilah shocked.

"Yes, Sir." Sari hurriedly approached Dion.

"Bring Delilah into the room! Don't let him out!" dion's orders.

Sari rushed Delilah into her room. Dion entered the bedroom followed by Dila from behind.

"Your satisfaction!" said Dion.

The man spoke while turning his back on his wife. Dila did not understand why Dion was in such an angry state at this moment.

"What do you mean?" tanya Dila did not understand.

"How old are you, Dila? It's head six, right? Where's your mind?" Dion chuckled little, "I forgot, sometimes old women will indeed return to childish thinking. Oh, I forgot too. Old age does not make a person mature."

Seriate.

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