MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
HOLLOW

Do you remember, my dear, when we were in the sky full of stars and the moon shining brightly?

You look at me with black eyes full of the rays of love. Your red lips are intoxicating wine.

My beloved, Dila. What wine have you given me? Why was this soul tormented after the wine I gulped? This soul cannot forget and instead becomes mad with thirst. Where should I look for wine that will quench this thirst?

The door of the workspace was knocked from the outside. Soon Dion wiped away the tears that were dripping down his cheek and he placed his book in the drawer of the work desk.

"Father," said Delilah, who had opened the door before Dion.

"Come in, baby."

Delilah came in with a cup of tea. He put the cup of tea on the table and immediately Dion took a sip.

"taste good. You're smart to make it. It's just like my mom" Dion said.

"Mama taught me, so it tastes the same. But it must be better for mom."

Dion chuckled, "It's just as good, really. Why aren't you sleeping? It's already night."

"Tomorrow Papa accompany Delilah to Dila's aunt's salon, yes," he asked.

"Papa's T-shirt is busy. You just ask grandpa."

"Grandfather's time, anyway? If the same grandfather even became a rumor," said Delilah.

Dion was astonished, "Why can it be gossip? It's your own grandfather."

Delilah lowered her face. If Dion had known what happened to him two weeks ago. Because Bastian picked him up at the cafe, a teenage man spread rumors that were not in school. Delilah was meeting her school friends.

"What's up, honey?" said Dion.

"There was a friend of Delilah who spread gossip at school. He said Deli's boyfriend's grandpa. It's because grandfather likes to spread charm."

"You're bullied? Whoa! Tomorrow Papa will come to your school. How dare they disturb Papa's only daughter" Dion said.

Delilah nodded, "Yes, Papa should give the guy some advice."

"Yes, already. You just sleep. It's night," said Dion.

"Yes, good night, Pa." Delilah was about to step out of the room, but she stopped her legs because of Dion's voice.

"Not pecking Papa's cheek first?"

"Delilah is fifteen. Can't let it be Papa himself." After that, Delilah walked out of the study.

"My daughter is a teenager. I can tell which is good and which is not. Maybe because of the bullying she changed. It's good too, anyway," muttered Dion.

Delilah was very spoiled to her grandfather and papa. There was always a sweet kiss between them. According to Dion, it is natural to kiss the cheeks of parents. If other people who don't know see it, maybe think differently.

Dion kissed a photo of Dila on his desk. "Our daughter has changed, my dear. His mind is a little adult. I hope he can be like you."

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"I heard two weeks ago there was bulling at this school and it happened to my daughter. Does the school not know? Whether it's severe or not the level of bullying, it still can't happen" Dion said.

"I as homeroom teacher Delilah apologized, Sir. We talked about this issue well with the perpetrators. At first, just joking, then widened into gossip that should not be," said the woman who served as Delilah's homeroom teacher.

"It's good if the school is quick to respond. I hope that in the future there will be no such thing. Then, excuse me." Dion moved from his seat. He tidied up his suit, then stepped out of the teacher's room.

"Why is that handsome widower so enchanting? Although the nature is so cold, but still this heart beats when you see it," muttered the homeroom Delilah.

It's been a rumor for two weeks. The widowed Dion became a hot topic of conversation for female teachers. Who wouldn't want a rich and handsome widower. They do not know Dion's condition is almost crazy because Dila left behind.

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"Kirain Papa didn't go to school" Delilah said.

"So, dong. Papa talked to your homeroom teacher. He said the problem was over."

Both are in the car. Dion visited Delilah's school an hour before his daughter went home to be able to go home together.

"It's over, but there's still some insinuation" Delilah said.

"Say aunt Ardila, she's got a discount."

"Why don't you take Sera and your other sister?" ask Dion.

"They have extra hours of lessons. Delilah wants to cut her hair short."

The car leads to Seruni road where the Ardila salon is located. Dion pulled the car over at the available parking lot. The Ardila Salon is quite large

The building is a two-story building with a sign that reads Ardila spa and beauty.

"This is the place?" ask Dion.

"Say so through a short message. Let's just go in, Pa," said Delilah.

They both went into the salon. It turned out that Ardila had been waiting for the arrival of Delilah who was going to visit her place.

"Hi, welcome" said Ardila.

"It's a good place, Auntie," said Delilah.

"Thank you" said Ardila. "Are we just going straight?"

"Faster is better" said Dion.

Delilah sat on the bench, while Dion sat on the sofa waiting while looking at the magazines available at the table. Ardila did her job of cutting hair according to the wishes of the girl.

"What pieces are appropriate?" ask Ardila.

"Yes, Aunt. Delilah likes it."

"We wash our hair first, yeah." Ardila called his men to wash Delilah's hair.

"Master wants tea?" tawar Ardila's.

Dion put the magazine he was holding onto the table. "Mineral water only."

Ardila smiled then took the glass mineral water located on the cashier's table, then placed it on Dion's front desk.

"Please."

"Thank you" said Dion. "Have you opened this business for a long time?"

"Before marriage I have opened this salon and in the week will open a branch in one of the malls," said Ardila.

Dion nodded his head, "You're a successful woman apparently."

"Not really. I work hard because as the backbone of the family."

Delilah had sat back in front of the large glass after washing her hair. The girl liked her new haircut.

"Your daughter is very beautiful" praised Ardila.

"Yes, she's beautiful like her mother. Her eyes are beautiful, her smile is sweet. All the beauty is in him" said Dion.

Ardila chuckled, "You commending or reminiscing?"

"It was like that Dila in my eyes. She's the prettiest."

"You must be a very romantic guy" Ardila said.

"No. I only treat the people I care about gently."

Ardila smiled, "Forgetting is hard, but life will go on, right? I've also felt that way, but I'm aware that there are people who still need me."

Dion chuckled, "Your speech is just like any other." Dion got up from his seat and approached Delilah.

You don't understand anything. Life will continue as it should. However, my soul that has gone has left this body. My life is empty without Dila beside me.

Seriate.