MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
BLUFFED

The doorbell rang. Nilam glanced at the clock on the wall which still showed seven in the morning. Early in the morning there was a visit to the new apartment he occupied last night. Yes, the used apartment Dion gave out for the kindness of his heart.

His frown was astonished at the bell that kept ringing. Reasonably thinking, maybe it's the next-door neighbor who wants to get acquainted? But it seemed impossible; for Nilam came at night, and at that time, the other inhabitants of the apartment saw nothing.

Answering the curiosity of his reasoning. He stepped forward, turned the key, and opened the door. A sweet smile was engraved on the unexpected guest. An aged woman who still looked youthful, visited her place early in the morning.

"Tante Dila!"

"Hi, can I come in?" ask Dila.

"Come in, Tan," Nilam replied nervously as he greeted.

Dila entered with eyes watching around the room. There are no Nile items, because the home equipment in the Dion apartment is complete, although not as luxurious as the apartment people are in.

Nilam wondered why Dila could visit his apartment. Didn't the guards stop the old woman from going upstairs? The apartment Dion gave me was on the fifth floor.

"You're wondering, why did I get to your apartment?" ask Dila.

Nilam gasped because Dila seemed to know his astonished thoughts. He just kept silent and did not answer.

"The original owner was still Dion. So, I sold my husband's name to go upstairs" Dila said.

The apertenment looks deserted. There was no sign of Nilam's son. "Where's your son?"

"Have gone to school" Nilam said, closing the door.

Dila nodded her head, then looked at Nilam. "Good." He drew near to Nilam, and stretched out a hand, gently rubbing the cheek of the woman. "You're beautiful, Nilam."

Nilam dodged, taking a step back from before Dila. "Auntie why?"

Dila smiled, but that smile implied a thing. Cynic, like taking the enemy for granted, "Am I different than usual?"

"Ti-no" replied Nilam who was a little afraid of Dila's behavior.

"Close, Son. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Here alone, Auntie," said Nilam. "Aunty sit down, I'll get you a drink."

"No need to bother. I'll just be a minute."

Dila took a walk looking at the apartment room. There are two rooms, a kitchen and a balcony. The car Dion promised would also come this morning, and Dila knew it would.

"Do you like the apartment?" ask Dila.

"Like, Auntie," answered Nilam quickly.

"My husband gave you an apartment, a car, and helped you deal with your crazy ex-husband." Insane as a mock. "Oh, I'm also concerned about your quiet son. Don't let her behavior get carried away by her parents' past."

"Tante, I won't let my son suffer."

Will you laugh, "Suffer? You just brought him into that hole. Ah, do you need any more help? I'll be happy to help." Dila's gaze was different. There was hate in his eyes. "You just need Dion's help, right?"

Not Dila did not see the appearance of Nilam's son who seemed disgusted by his mother's behavior. The boy just kept quiet without reprimanding. Just the look in his eyes that implied dislike.

"From now on I don't understand what Auntie's talking about" Nilam said.

Dila approached, then clamped both of Nilam's cheeks with her hands. "Listen, Nilam. You underestimated me apparently. Just being quiet doesn't mean I'm subject to your behavior!"

Dila took off her rough hand, then pointed at the woman's face. "You think I don't know your passion! How dare we intend to tease my husband!"

Nilam flinched, "I don't mean to, Auntie!"

"Don't deny it! You think with my age that I'm no longer young, you can fool me! Listen, Nilam. My husband gave you a donation so that you would no longer ask for our help!"

Nilam dropped himself on the floor. "I'm sorry, Auntie! I don't know myself."

"This is a warning for you! Once again you repeat it, end your history!" said Dila, then stepped out of the apartment.

Dila took a deep breath after venting the annoyance he had accumulated during Nilam's silence in his home. Whose heart is not arrogant when it sees another woman being spoiled, and stealing such attention.

With Dila's silence, even make Nilam's attitude become so. Did Nilam think Dila was a statue? Until his existence was even ignored by the woman.

Initially Dila iba saw the condition of Nilam. The woman also looked gentle, and also considerate. But unfortunately, Nilam had a husband who often hit. His son is also quiet. Probably because of trauma. Only when with Delilah alone, the son of Nilam interacted.

Dila thought, maybe with time Nilam can replace his position when destiny has called. However, Dila was still alive, Nilam had intended to seize her husband. Isn't that nature not good?

"Did I go too far with Nilam?" muttered Dila who was now in the car. "That's just a lesson. May he realize his mistake."

Dila had intended to come to Dion's apartment to teach Nilam a lesson. It is a pity that the presumption in his mind is not applied to the source of the trouble maker. That's because early in the morning he came to Nilam's apartment.

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"The old woman! Really makes me angry! Why did Dion love Dila's mother? I'm even prettier, and younger," wrathful Nilam.

Nilam thought that Dion's caring attitude was a form of attraction to him. He approached the man, and there was no rejection.

The gap Nilam make the best use of it. Dila also seemed to ignore his behavior. Nilam thought, maybe it was an opportunity that Dila herself created.

However, Nilam does not realize that he is a guest. Not behaving like a newcomer, but instead behaving like a hostess.

He was offended when Dion openly kicked him out of the house. Nilam understood why Dion had given him an apartment, as well as a car.

It was all a form of Dion's discomfort that drove him away that night. So that he does not understand, reason where he will live, and so on. A distant thought for one purpose.

Nilam was unaware of one thing. For Dion, his love for Dila was not due solely to his physical appearance, and mere naps.

Dion's love is more than that. His soul, and body he offered to Dila. Only to Dila, and no woman can penetrate the power of her love.

You're like the sun when I open my eyes in the morning.

You had a beautiful dream of my sleep when I closed my eyes at night.

you're my breath, my candle, my soul.

Who the hell are you? Until it makes me crazy.

You are like a poison that flows my blood in the name of love.

Seriate.

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