Conqueror of the Casanova

Chapter.32 The Morning Sun

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Flashbacks

Giu woke up when he felt the bed next to him felt empty.

His eyes widened with the consciousness he was still trying to gather.

"Where is he early in the morning?" he muttered, when he realized Diandra was no longer beside him.

Sitting leaning against the head of the bed, trying to gather his consciousness.

After feeling that his consciousness had returned completely, Gio stood up and stepped towards the bathroom.

Not long after, he had already returned and stepped out, in search of his wife's whereabouts.

"Son Gio is awake? Want Mommy to make coffee?" lisna asked, when she saw that Gio was looking for Diandra.

"No need, Bun. Oh yeah, Diandra where are you going?" ask Gio.

"So he said he was going to the beach for a while, just wait a minute, maybe he'll be home soon" Lisna replied.

"Teteh always go to the beach every morning, usually he just came home after the sun is high enough." Ares who just stinks out of the room, comes into a sound.

Gio looked at his sister-in-law.

"Which coast?" tanyanya.

"Typically anyway, just look at the sunrise, try to go there," said Ares.

"Thank you, Res. Then I'll catch up with Diandra first, Bun," said Gio.

Mother and Ares just nodded.

Gio passed to the beach to look for his wife, for some reason there was a sudden feeling of worry creeping into his chest.

His noble steps were getting faster with a heart that suddenly felt riled up, he tried to find where the visitors usually enjoy the sunrise.

However, he did not find any wife there.

"Where are you, Dian?" muttered Gio, while continuing to circulate his gaze at every corner of the beach.

His steps lead him along the coastline, with indeterminate steps in the direction he seeks the whereabouts of Diandra.

Until the end of his eyes saw Diandra who was talking to a man, whose face was not clearly visible.

The position of Diandra and the man who was slightly sideways and a distance that was still quite far away, blocked Gio's eye view.

"Dian!" call him with a waving hand.

Flashback off

The distinct male voice that sounded quite clear, though blocked by the pounding of the waves, distracted Diandra.

He turned to look at a man who now seemed to be standing on the beach, quite far from where he was standing.

"Gio," he mumbled.

He turned his eyes back to Jonas. However, it turned out that the man was no longer seen around him.

"Where is he?" tanya Diandra, spread her gaze across the entire area of the city.

However, he did not see Jonas there at all.

"Why don't you wake me up first, if you want to go to the beach?" gio asked, as soon as he got in front of his wife.

Diandra re-enforced her body, she stared at Gio's tired-looking face, complete with sweaty fur on her forehead.

"For what? I'm used to going to the beach myself" said Diandra, holding her chest.

He stared at the distant, vast ocean in front of him. Looks so beautiful with the bias of sunlight reflected id over the water.

Presenting a blend of colors that are so beautiful, even though all that he can only enjoy just a moment. Although tomorrow there will be another morning, however, it does not guarantee that beauty will be the same as this morning.

All of it is present and created naturally and our way of enjoying the beauty of God's creation. It is undeniable, that everyone who enjoys the morning in the same place, will feel the beauty with the same meaning.

Amazed, happiness may even be someone who is enjoying his sadness. Nothing we know, what exactly is in every lips that appear to smile and eyes that look widened enjoy the beauty of that morning.

Everything looks faint and feels the same, although it may actually be different.

Diandra smiled faintly, she always felt a sense of calmness with a warm embrace of the morning sunlight. He can forget for a moment every problem that still surrounds his body, until sometimes it feels tight.

Blocked by the amazement of the morning view. All of that felt to provide warmth that he never got from a human named man.

Although he realized all that was just a wishful thinking and assumption created by the illusion and his mind alone. Yes, it's just a mirage that will never be real.

A delusion of someone who longs for a warmth that has long disappeared, to make himself frozen.

Gio looked at Dian who was now smiling faintly, very thin to not be seen clearly. But he saw something different than before.

The smile seemed sincere, with a serene radiance of face, just like when the woman fell asleep every night.

"Beautiful," he murmured involuntarily.

Diandra turned her face, looking at Gio with one of her eyebrows raised.

Gio, who seemed to be caught stealing, scratched the back of his head, with his eyes turned on the vast sea in front of him.

"The view is very pretty" she said, giving an excuse.

Dian followed the direction of Gio's gaze, he nodded slowly. Slowly his hand came off and now dangled beside his body.

His body was no longer tense, slowly it was breaking down and turning into a calmness.

"Do you like the sunrise?" gio asked, turning his head again, looking at his wife's face.

Diandra nodded again, she did not release her eyes from the beautiful scenery in front of her.

Gio nodded his head, another Diandra habit he could tell.

"Why?" gio asked, trying to find out more from his wife's habits.

Diandra caught a glimpse of Gio's face, then returned staring far ahead.

"Because he is so warm and full of hope" Diandra replied.

Gio frowned, feeling as yet clueless as the answer from the woman beside him.

"Yes, this does feel warm," said Gio confirming the words Diandra.

"Like a hug and promising a thousand hopes," continued Diandra who immediately made Gio look at him.

Diandra smiled a flash and turned around and walked towards home.

Gio followed Diandra behind him.

"Whatchu mean? I don't understand yet," asked Gio, while offsetting his wife's steps.

Diandra did not reply anymore, she just shrugged both of her shoulders without intending to open her voice.

Gio did not take a headache, he already knew enough about the attitude of Diandra who did not really like to talk about personal things.

With a ignorant smile he embraced Diandra's shoulder, making his wife cluck in annoyance.

"Awas, what the hell?" upset Diandra, while trying to release Gio's hand on his shoulder.

"Why? We've become husband and wife by now, so it's only natural that we walk like this" indifferently Gio, holding his hand to stay on his wife's shoulders.

"Ck, I don't like it. Let's just let go of it yourself or ...." Diandra deliberately paused his words.

"Ish, you're this. Why should violence continue?" sigh Gio, while releasing his hand from Diandra's shoulder.

They walked home together, without any physical contact.

From a distance, it appeared that a man was watching the two with a hateful gaze and a clenched hand.

"I'll never let myself be happy with another man. If you can't be mine, then don't expect another man to get you, Diandra!"

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