
"Frans, can we talk to you for a second?" Dyana said as Frans pushed her wheelchair towards the garden in Frans' house.
"Do you want to talk about Marcus?" Guess Frans while activating Dyana's wheelchair restraint.
"You're getting better at guessing my head." Reply Dyana tried to bring this atmosphere as relaxed as possible.
"You alone have never allowed yourself to guess the contents of my heart and mind. Or maybe you already know my heart and mind but you chose to pretend you didn't know Dyana." Frans pulls up a chair to sit across from Dyana.
"Frans-" Dyana said with a bad feeling..
During this Frans more accompanied him compared to Marcus who often lost even when Dyana needed him. But what they will discuss is not only based on their togetherness these few days, but rather on whom this heart chooses.
"Tell me. I'll hear everything you say." Frans said as he stared intensely at Dyana's eyes.
Dyana felt uncomfortable looking at Frans staring at her as fixedly as that. Dyana also shifted her eyes.
"Don't take your eyes off your interlocutor Dyana. It's not polite." Frans said softly and pulled Dyana's chin to look back at her.
"Tell me. Whatever bit it is I'll listen to you." Press Frans.
Frans had indeed prepared this heart for this. "This is not Frans' first time. Prepare your mind ..." Frans encouraged himself.
"French.."Dyana will start her words
"Yes .."Frans answered with a smile.
Dyana looked at Frans' face carefully. Come to think of it, the man in front of him right now is very handsome. No less handsome than Marcus or Kenzo but how could his heart be broken twice like this.
"I'm sorry Frans!!" Dyana muttered before continuing the words she was about to say to Frans.
"You know that my mother's arrival in this city was to marry us, right?" Dyana told Frans. Dyana stops and waits for Frans' response.
"Ehmm. I know." The man replied short. Then don't say anything else.
"Then what?" frans asked, pretending not to understand the direction of Dyana's question.
"Frans come on!" whinek Dyana who knows that Frans is just pretending not to know.
Frans smiled..."You want to know my response to our matchmaking? Um...I don't mind at all because I love you Dyana." Frans replied very frankly.
It's just that the response Frans got after expressing her feelings for Dyana was not as beautiful as the young men out there. And Frans predicted it.
"I'm sorry Frans.." isak Dyana who really did not have the heart of Frans. At least after a few times together and sing help in difficult times, Dyana already considers Frans as a friend who is always on her side. Frans's heart was hurt by the rejection she was about to say, also leaving Dyana feeling hurt. But accepting Frans to be her husband, Dyana can't.
"I'm sorry you didn't love me or I'm sorry that you preferred Marcus over me?" frans asked as he lifted Dyana's chin back down.
"Hey.your face is too pretty for you to hide Dyana." Frans told Dyana.. "Never hide that pretty face of yours."
"Beautiful from Hong Kong!" sela Dyana who remembers a lot of scars on her face at this time.
"This scar can't even hide your beautiful Dyana." Frans got carried away and rubbed Dyana's face gently.
"French..." It was Dyana who restored Frans consciousness.
"Sorry.I'm so out of focus because of your bewitched beauty." The unyielding Rombal Frans to get Dyana.
"Where have you not answered my question,
are you sorry that you don't love me or are you sorry that you prefer Marcus over me? or maybe a second one?" frans said with a sweet laugh. DID GOD FORGET TO CREATE EVE FOR ME? Frans thought that sometimes felt his life destiny was very funny.
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