Conqueror of the Casanova

Hutment

...Happy Reading's...

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Diandra sits in the middle seat of the car, along with Ana and Andra, while Randi has always been a loyal driver for Gio and his family.

The journey runs smoothly, several times they have to stop to rest and invite Andra to urinate in the toilet.

During this week Ana and Diandra begin to teach Andra to urinate in the bathroom. After all this time, the boy continued to wear diapers.

Until mid-afternoon, Randi's car began to enter the birth area of Diandra and Ana. Gio looked at the look on his wife's face from the mirror inside.

Different from Ana Tang looking happy to be back to her birthplace, Diandra instead looks tense and often daydreaming. Gio noticed all that, he knew that the trauma in his wife's heart was still unforgettable.

I want Gio to hold his wife's hand so he can make her feel a little calmer. But now it feels like he can't do it.

Wherever he might have to let Ana and Andra sit in the front, while he sat with Diandra in the back seat, his wife would not agree with all that.

Until finally he found a way to make Diandra sit with him.

"Stop in front," Gio ordered before they began to enter the street leading to the village where the two Diandra's parents' houses were located,

Without asking Randi stopped his car and pulled over on the side of the road.

"What's up?" ask Diandra.

"Ran, you move to the back car, this let me drive" Gio ordered, without answering his wife's questions.

Randi frowned, staring at the protest of his boss.

"It's there!" drive Gio off to his assistant.

"Darling, you moved ahead." Gio switched to Diandra.

"Indeed why, instead of usually Randi who always drives," asked Diandra was confused with her husband, because since Randi was driving his car.

"What's wrong, baby. Let Randi rest for a while before we get to Father and Mother's house," replied Gio in a soft tone of voice.

Randi only glanced at Gio, then out of the car and moved to the car behind. While Gio moved on the steering chair with Diandra who changed positions as well.

"Are you sure you're going to continue on this journey?" gio asked, as they were outside the car together.

Diandra was silent for a few seconds, until she finally nodded surely, smiling at her husband.

Gio exhaled softly, then opened the car door for Diandra, before sitting in the steering chair.

The trip was conjured, Gio took Diandra's hand which seemed to squeeze the end of his clothes.

Diandra looked at her husband who was smiling at her.

"Everything will be fine, there I am here" said Gio lyirih, while peeking at the back of his wife's hand, in between him still focusing on driving.

Diandra again smiled faintly, he let Gio's hand grip along the way. Gio's treatment like this can always make her feel safe and loved by her husband.

The journey continues to flow, the terrain of the road uphill with many trees around it makes Diandra spread his gaze to look around it which seems to have changed a lot compared to before.

Now along the road there are quite a lot of new-looking residents' houses, the road conditions have been smooth, no longer like when Diandra and Ana left this village three years ago.

The closer the distance between them and the house of Diandra's parents, the tighter the hand of Diandra's hand, as if the uneasiness in her heart was getting harder to control.

Moreover, along the road Diandra saw their car to the attention of the citizens who saw it. He doesn't like all that, he doesn't want to be the attention of many people, it's absolutely no catch.

Whereas if he remembers back, that is how the people in his village, they will notice something different, he said, moreover, the car carried by Gio is not an ordinary car that can be purchased from the middle down.

Of course all that will be a matter of attention, because they consider it is something that is rare and rarely happens in his village.

The car stops in the yard which looks a little different from before, it looks wider, there are also additions on some sides.

Diandra looked silent, he looked hesitant to get out of the mobi, while Ares who was at home was seen standing on the terrace.

Diandra's sister is already working again at the Diandra hotel. However, today Gio told him to go home, without telling him why.

Ares also agreed to the words of his brother-in-law, yesterday afternoon he went straight home, after noon working at the hotel.

Ares immediately approached Gio's car, which he already knew, then knocked on the steering window glass that looked dark from the outside.

Gio lowered the car glass beside him and greeted his sister-in-law.

"Hi, Res, how are you?" gio asked while poking a fist with Ares.

"Well, dong A'. Come on in, Daddy there Mother is also at home," asked Ares, not yet aware that in the car there are two adult women who are very much awaited for his arrival in this house.

Gio nodded. "Please open the back door" said Gio, he wanted to make sure of his wife's condition first.

Ares nodded then opened the back door of the car, until his eyes saw a hijab-wearing woman with a little boy beside her.

"Ares," Diana shrieked with teary eyes.

Ares was speechless when he saw the face of Diandra, who for three years and more he could only see from the photo. For a while Ares seemed to be making sure what he saw was right, or just an illusion.

"Sir Ana?" the murmur finally came out of the man's mouth.

"Dad, Mother, look who's coming!" ares called out to his parents.

Meanwhile, in the front seat Gio turned his gaze to Diandra.

"Gio," said Diandra was reluctant to get out of the car.

"You can get here, baby. I'm sure you can also go back into the house" Gio said, rubbing his wife's cheek gently.

Diandra fell silent, she saw the door of the house that opened wide, her heart screamed to feel homesickness in the house where she was born and grew up with all the families that loved her.

However, the fear of facing all the talk of the citizens back makes him hesitant to go down.

"Trust me, things will not be as you imagine. Maybe they've even forgotten what happened to you, baby. So we fight and we go through this together, huh?" Gio looked at his wife's trembling eyes, trying to convince her heart and strengthen her mentality.

It is not easy to remove the trauma of the wound that has been incised by others in the heart. Unlike those who do, usually such people will easily forget what they did, or even assume it never existed.

Over time, judgmental pretentious people will forget and return to their normal behavior, without knowing the hurt they inflict on others, it has made the person's life tormented to be able to get out of the trauma.

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