One Night One Billion
Chapter 39 - Serious Talks

So here they are. In a famous boutique, the boutiques of celebrities. Aqila who still did not understand why she was invited there by Dirga just sat quietly listening to Dirga's conversation with a woman sitting in front of him.

''I want a dress that matches her sweet face.''

The woman turned to pay attention to Aqila who was not even paying attention to them. He seemed busy with his own world, ballpoint pens and table displays he also played.

The beautiful woman named Arabela chuckled for a moment.

''Dirga, don't you feel like a pedophile, '' Arabela's ledge made Dirga bend her face irritated.

''Look, ''' whispered Arabela as she glanced at Aqila who was still playing whatever was on the table, even now she had her head placed on the edge of the table.

Dirga took a glance, he did not laugh like Arabela, instead he smiled so warmly with his hands gently rubbing Aqila's head.

Aqila who received the swab immediately straightened her head and turned towards Dirga. Putting on her innocent face while asking. ''What's up?''

''Are you bored?''

Aqila smiled then shook her head, No, sorry if I am disrespectful, said Aqila.

''She is a wedding dress designer. She's the one who's gonna design our wedding dress.''

Dirga's words made Aqila slightly jerked, both of her cheeks flushed red. He blushed because of Dirga.

''Now explain what kind of dress you want, let her not be much idle, '' Dirga said to Arabela who gave a sharp glance.

''Damn you! less busy what I was all this time, huh!''

''That's exactly what I give more.''

Arabela squeaked in annoyance and smiled at Aqila. ''Try to explain what dress you want?''

''As for Miss,'' replied Aqila so innocently.

Dirga until gawking at Aqila's answer. The girl will mostly detail how and what theme she wants for her wedding dress. But not with Aqila. He even handed it all to a fashion designer by talking as much as possible.

''Aqila my dear! this is for your wedding dress! why did you hand it over to her, if she made it with such a miscellaneous theme, would you like to?!'' upset Dirga without him knowing, if he had called Aqila with the name 'my dear'.

Aqila. Astonished, shocked and blushed had become one within his soul. But a moment later, he looked down and smiled at Arabela.

''I believe in Miss, your choice must be good, '' Aqila's heartfelt words moved Arabela because of her praise.

After much discussion, and measuring their waistlines and more, they went from the boutique with two paper bags containing some of the dresses that Arabela had given Aqila, as a gift of their friendship.

Along the way, Aqila continued to look into the paper bag, she was happy to get the prize. Every time Dirga glanced, Aqila just kept smiling at the contents of the paper bag, making Dirga a little annoyed.

''What keeps you smiling?''

''This gift, Miss Arabela is very kind, '' said Aqila making Dirga's eyebrows frown.

''Am I not as good as him?'' Aqila looked up with a confused face.

''If you want, I can buy all the dresses there for you.

''For I am called good by you.''

Aqila laughed at hearing that, just wanting to be called good minded Dirga bought all the dresses that were in the boutique for her. How ridiculous, inner Aqila.

Without saying anything else, Dirga turned the steering wheel of her car into a cafe, and as usual she would go down first and open the door for Aqila.

Aqila who felt that she was being treated well by Dirga certainly felt that there was something strange about her feelings. But what? he doesn't know either.

''Be careful, '' said softly Dirga who had placed her palm on Aqila's head so as not to stumble on the top of the car door.

Dirga chose to take the table in the cafe, although in front there is also empty. Because for him, Aqila's comfort is the main thing.

''The situation is still empty,'' point Dirga towards the outside of the cafe.

''There must be noise at the speed of the vehicle, pollution is not good for you and our future children, Dirga said as he continued to flip the menu book sheet sorting out good food for Aqila. Without knowing at this time Aqila's cheeks turned red again because of her speech.

''Nachos, Chicken Fingers and toast, and also drinks two unsweetened orange juice. And, oh yeah! all foods do not give MSG!'' dirga said firmly to the Cafe waitress who was busy taking notes on her orders.

''Well sir, I understand. Then please wait a few minutes for the meal.''

Dirga nodded, with her still cool face. Then stared deeply at Aqila's brown iris.

''One more week.'' Aqila frowned confusedly.

''What?'' ask Aqila.

''Our wedding,'' Dirga's soft words made Aqila's beautiful eyes widen perfectly.

''Ahhh! one week?!''

''Yes, why? it's too long, then the day after we get married!''

Crazy one! Dirga is completely insane! Aqila was unable to say anything more. As simple as that Dirga asked her to get married, not that the wedding must prepare an invitation, and certainly prepare wedding needs, such as decorations and others. Except, indeed Dirga only intended to marry him without a party, which for him was better.

''Sir, I haven't spoken to Jeny, and my other friends. Also..—''' Aqila paused her speech, she was not sure that she would mention the other two names.

''Your uncle and aunt?'' guess Dirga exactly.

Aqila raised her gaze then nodded weakly. Yep! he suddenly thought of visiting his uncle and aunt, but he was afraid. Because since the incident some pictures of him diclub was sent to his Uncle and Aunt, since then he did not dare to show his face to them.

''They must have accepted the invitation.''

Aqila was flabbergasted, were they? who did he mean?

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