Conqueror of the Casanova

Chapter.31 Selfish

......Happy Reading ......

......................

Gio went into the room after the night was quite late, he saw Diandra who had fallen asleep tired on the bed.

Sitting next to his wife's body, Gio reached out his hand to remove the haircut that seemed to cover Diandra's forehead.

He was silent for a moment, with a look that could not be separated from Diandra's calm face that he might only be able to see while he was asleep.

Yes, only while asleep like this could he see an innocent face without any arrogance and hatred emanating from the look in his eyes.

"You're beautiful, very pretty. No wonder so many people are fascinated by your beauty, Diandra," she muttered, speaking as if Diandra could hear her words.

Long enough he stayed in the same place, until finally choosing to lay his body beside his wife, with a tight hug.

.

Early in the morning, as usual Diandra woke up in the morning blind, she was surprised by the presence of Gio beside her.

"Geez!" she said, while slightly keeping her body away from Gio's body.

But he quickly controlled himself. With a rough move he moved Gio's hand that was piercing his stomach.

"Basic jerk man!" objurgation.

Diandra dropped her leg, making herself sit on the side of the bed. He drank the water that was always available on the nightstand with a quick sip to the toilet.

An annoyance made him vent it on the glass of water in his hand.

Stand up and step towards the cupboard, take out a long cardigan and step out of the room, in silent steps, while wearing it.

"Dian, where are you going?" ask Lisna who just came out of her room.

Diandra stopped her steps, she looked at her mother's confused face, then smiled faintly.

"I'm going to the beach for a while, Bun," Diandra replied, then turned around and walked out of the house.

"Dian!" call Lisna to walk quickly after the eldest child.

"Yes, Bun?" Diandra stopped her steps again, and looked at her mother's face questioningly.

"Can't you just sit down and talk to Mommy, son?" ask Lisna.

Diandra looked at her mother's sad face, there was pain creeping in her heart. But, with all his might, he tried to hold it.

Not wanting to show all that, Diandra chose to throw away his face.

"I'm sorry, Bun," she said, glancing at her mother a little at the end of her eyes.

"I've done what, Mother, would. Mom and Dad are happy, right?" diandra asked, with her head slightly lowered, hiding her already reddened eyes.

The woman chose to leave Lisna, without turning her head again, even though the voice of the call from her mother was heard in the ear.

"Dians ... The diandra! Forgive Mother, son," said Lisna, staring at the departure of the eldest child.

Diandra walked quickly with strong clenched hands, resisting the various tingles of feeling held up inside the chest.

"Geeh!" Sighing in a rough breath with eyes looking out the deep open sea in front of him.

The atmosphere of the morning is still dim, making him free from the visitors who are mostly still wrapped in their blankets.

Diandra leaned his body with both hands resting on his knees. His gaze fell, looking at the fine sand before his feet.

Breath hunts with eyes that begin to redden, holding back the tears that have gathered in the fertilizer.

The longing that he craved was so great, that it made his hopes grow even more.

However, all of that seemed to be swallowed by a sense of disappointment, when his parents still could not believe him.

They easily married her to someone she had just met.

Even now he could see that they believed in Gio more, compared to himself, his biological son.

"What's my surprise? Are you surprised?"

Diandra inhaled a deep breath, with her eyes closed, trying to normalize the look on her face.

Uphold the body while slightly rotating it, in order to be able to deal with that person.

"Surprise?" ask her in a cold tone.

"Yes, what a special surprise. How's bagimana? You surprised?" said the man, with a mocking smile on his face.

Diandra knitted his brows, thinking about the implied meaning of the man's words earlier.

"Ah, have you forgotten? Or is it too hard for you?" The man stepped closer to Diandra.

"It turns out you're not as smart as I imagined. All right, I'll say something so you understand."

Diandra looked more and more into the man's face, with the body starting to be alert.

"Ares," he said in a soft voice

Diandra widened her eyes hearing the name of her sister being mentioned by that person. Looking at the man's face with a sharp gaze and clenched hands firmly.

The man smiled obliquely at the steps that were getting closer to Diandra.

"What do you want?" diandra asked, with a hardened face.

A faint rarity with a slightly sinister rhythm sounded, making Diandra happen to be even more vigilant.

"Jonas, I asked! Whatdoyouwant?" diandra asked again, with a cold tone and a sharp wielding gaze.

His voice even looked like a growl full of emotion in it.

Jonas, the man revolves around Diandra, the woman who has made him willing to drop his pride for the sake of approaching him.

However, let alone to be able to catch it, just touch it he could never. Diandra's defense was quite strong, making him difficult in getting the woman who was filled with such a lopsided rumor.

The rejection that Diandra had uttered a few months ago became the peak of her patience, to get the woman's heart. He gave up, with his love.

However, whether from when the liking slowly turned into hatred, along with feeling the fall in self-esteem that he had, as a man.

"Haha! You know what I want, Diandra!" furious at Jonas with reddened eyes, he stood right in front of Diandra.

Diandra smiled wryly, hearing Jonas' statement.

"Heh .. So you sacrificed so many people, just because I rejected you?" murmured Diandra, smiling obliquely.

"Yes, and it's not just one time. You remember that?!' show Jonas to Diandra.

Diandra looked at Jonas, she was inexhaustible with the man's thoughts. Why all men seem to only attach importance to their own feelings, without wanting to listen to the feelings of women like him.

"You're selfish, Jonas!"

"I'm not the selfish one, but you, Diandra! You are selfish!" cut Jonas with a fiery tone.

"How can you force love, it's all out of my control. I don't love you at all, Jonas!" Diandra was still able to stand up straight to fight every word spoken from the man in front of him.

"You don't love me. But, your heart was too hard and never even tried to open it to give me a chance!"

Diandra stared into Jonas' eyes, with his chin held high and chest puffed up, as if preparing to fight.

"What's the difference between me and you now, huh?!" he said with a rough breath.

"You even dared to sacrifice innocent people, just because of the affairs of the two of us. What's the name if it's not selfish, huh?!" jolt Diandra, without feeling any fear at all.

"That's all because I want to see your arrogance crumble. I want to see your pride and all your pride fall. I want to see you destroyed, so that I can no longer hold my head in front of me," Jonas said with reddened eyes, holding back emotion and hatred.

Diandra shut her mouth, she slightly wavered with Jonas's words this time. His heart was a little doubtful with its own strength.

His gaze slightly fell, with his hands clasping tightly, holding his body stable so that it still looked standing firmly.

"Dian!"

...🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹...

...Connect ...