Conqueror of the Casanova

Little kid

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Towards Magrib the children began to disperse, some were called by their parents, some went home together with their friends.

Diandra and Gio finally left and stepped down the street to return to the villa.

"You guys turned out to be here, I was looking everywhere" said Raandi who turned out to be following Gio and Diandra.

Randi was worried about the couple, considering the day was almost dark. But they both did not go home yet.

"What's up?" asked Gio, they were still in the village area.

"You want to go back to the villa on foot at night? What if you meet a beast, huh?" namel Randi.

"So, you can wait for me at the main gate, why bother nyariin me," decak Gio.

"Your phone is left at home, where can I calm down if I can't reach you" Randi said.

Gio looked at Randi with a look of disdain, he felt unusual hearing Randi grumbling like mothers to him.

"Apaan, really ticklish. I'm still normal huh, so don't expect you to be able to snatch me from Diandra." Gio shuddered.

Hearing that Diandra widened her eyes, then looked at Randi suspiciously.

Oh my God, what is this thing called competing with the handsome? Idih, I have to turn handsome too? inner Diandra.

Randi gawked at Gio's strange words, he was eager to yell at this brash boss of his. It was a pity that he couldn't do it, because he was still conscious of the position.

"God! You think I like you?" Randi pointed at Gio and himself alternately.

"God ...." Randi sighed in annoyance, wanting to get angry and cursing. But, he can't.

Gio could think like that about him, even though he had considered Gio and his family to be part of his own family. After all, they are alive and big together.

While Gio was holding back his smile seeing the annoyed face of his assistant, he was indeed deliberately upsetting the man. It was all a form of punishment for interfering with his dueling event with Diandra.

"I'm still sane and very healthy mind and heart, so I can still like a woman" Randi argued.

He already felt uneasy when he saw Diandra's suspicious look at him.

Diandra who had forgotten to breathe, immediately exhaled violently, feeling relieved that Randi was not a threat to her relationship with Gio.

"Oh, it's good that you're still normal. Therefore, immediately find a boyfriend so that I do not consider you a deviant," said Gio santani, he seemed not to feel guilty for making his assistant accused of a no-no by Diandra.

Fortunately there were not many people who passed by, until Gio's ignorance could only be heard by the three.

"Honey, you want to come home with Randi's car, or we continue walking to the main gate?" gio asked, turning to Diandra in a soft voice.

Randi rolled his eyeballs, tired of his boss's behavior. It felt like he was nauseous so caught off guard with Gio's spoiled attitude towards Diandra.

The surrounding atmosphere, the atmosphere of twilight with reddish-colored violet from the eastern uproar, makes the day transition on that night look very beautiful.

Coupled with small children who were seen running towards the mosque to pray together.

The atmosphere of the countryside is very beautiful, making him feel reluctant to move. He felt homesick about his childhood which was also almost the same as those children.

He also lives in the village together with his two tunya, his daily life is almost the same as the children in this village, playing in the field and going to teach at the time before the magrib prayer.

"Well, what did my wife say? So now you go and wait for us at the main gate" Gio said.

"Yes-yes, but, at least you brought your phone. I'm dizzy getting calls from Aunt Hana and Gita, who keep asking about you." Randi held out Gio's phone left behind in the study.

Gio accepted it and then pocketed it. "If you're dizzy, don't answer. It's just a hassle," said Gio casually.

Diandra clapped Gio's hand. "Don't, they're like that because they're worried about you."

Diandra said as if she had forgotten that all this time she had also ignored her parents.

"Well, I'm just an assistant anyway, how could I do that. If I cut my salary later or get fired?" melas Randi makes use of Diandra's defense of her.

Gio stared intently at his assistant's face which was clearly very exaggerated, to attract Diandra's attention.

"Yes, honey. I will not do that again. It was just a suggestion for Randi who said he was dizzy with calls from Mama and gita," said Gio gave an excuse, as well as making Randi look ugly in the eyes of Diandra.

Uh, how am I even gonna get hit? inner Randi, hearing Gio impale him in front of Diandra subtly.

"Here you are, you are the same," decak Diandra, who was dizzy with the argument between the boss and his assistant, began to step away from the two men.

It was not just her husband. But his assistant is the same. They both do not want to and do not want to give up when fighting against the mouth.

Diandra grumbled to herself, without realizing that she was the same while arguing with Gio. Always forcing Gio to budge in the debate.

Sometimes adults don't realize they're still acting like children.

"Eh, why go anyway?" Gio looked at the Diandra who went walking away from him.

"No, my wife is angry. This is all because you came here," continued Gio blaming Randi, then chasing after Diandra.

"Ck!" Randi clucking.

"I was blamed again. Heuh, fates, got a bucin boss," complained Randi, as he walked towards his parked car.

Diandra smiled as he looked at the children running past him. There was happiness in his heart that he had long forgotten.

"Darling, how come I'm, anyway" the man protested.

Diandra only saw the arrival of her husband who was now beside her, she then turned her eyes to the children who turned into a mosque that looked simple.

However, it is quite unique and has a wide courtyard, so that it will fit many people, if there is an event.

Diandra was silent, looking at the mosque from a distance, seeing children playing in the courtyard of the mosque, accompanied by laughter and candles.

"Kids, let's go in, Adhan in a minute!" a woman in a hijab called all the children into the mosque.

"Take ablution first" he continued, directing children who may be four to seven years old.

Diandra fell silent staring at the activity that looked beautiful to behold. His eyes looked teary, enduring the turmoil of taste within the chest.

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