Conqueror of the Casanova

Buy souvenirs

...Happy Reading's...

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It was eight o'clock at night, Diandra and Gio were already lying on the same bed.

Blankets became the body warmers of both of them from the cold of the night, also indirectly unite their bodies.

The white color of the ceiling of the room became a sight for the eyes of both.

"Darling," called Gio with eyes still looking straight up.

"Hem," Diandra replied, still with the same view.

"How about tonight we'll stay at my house?" gio asked doubtfully.

Diandra immediately turned to look at her husband's face, with a frown that looked quite deep on her forehead.

"I know you're still not recovering. But, tonight is the last night mom and Gita are here, because tomorrow morning they have to go back to Jakarta.

Diandra fell silent, he hesitated to agree to Gio's request, let alone his current condition still not recovering properly.

It would be very embarrassing, if he met his in-laws and sister-in-law under these circumstances.

"Can't you go there by yourself?" diandra asked, feeling reluctant.

"I can't leave you alone in this situation, baby."

"I'm used to it like this."

"But, I won't calm down if you're not with me, baby."

Diandra exhaled a rough breath.

"It doesn't feel good, if we don't see Mama and Gita first, before they go home."

Gio was still trying to melt his wife's heart. He tilted his body to face his wife, one of his hands used to support his head, to be higher than Diandra.

"Only tonight .. I beg you," said Gio again.

Diandra looked at the begging face of Gio who was on top of her. He exhaled slowly, then nodded slowly.

"Yes! Thanks, baby!" Gi immediately cheered happily, then reflexively kissed the wife's cheek.

"Gio!" Diandra glared sharply, not liking the treatment of her husband.

"Yes, baby." Instead of feeling guilty for upsetting his wife, Gio replied with a carefree smile.

Diandra squinted his eyes while clucking in annoyance. While Gio even chuckles a little while getting up from his second bed.

Diandra also woke up and sat leaning on the head of the bed.

"You just sit there, let me get you a change of clothes!" said quickly Gio while walking towards the front of the closet, then opened it.

"Which one do you wear, baby?" ask Gio again.

"Let me alone." Diandra felt embarrassed and hesitated to Gio.

However, Gio immediately placed his index finger in front of his lips, then one more hand he moved up and down in front, gesturing for his wife to remain silent.

"Don't, argue," he said, as Diandra was about to open her mouth again.

Finally Diandra could only give up on her husband's wishes, she just sat still, looking at Gio standing in front of her wardrobe.

"That's just pastel colors," said Diandra, pointing to one of the clothes hanging.

Gio nodded then picked it up, he lifted the shirt in front of him, then watched it closely.

"A relaxing cake. It's too formal, we just want to meet mama and Gita," said Gio.

Gio looked at his wife frowning deeply.

"You got a shirt?" ask Gio again.

"There, on the other door," jawan Diandra.

Gio opened another closet door on his right side. Sure enough, there are many clothes that are stored by folding, such as shirts and pants.

"But, is that polite, if I meet aunt Hana and Gita in a t-shirt?" diandra asked doubtfully.

"What's wrong, they're not exactly dirty people. Mama and Gita, will never think so," replied Gio while choosing a t-shirt that is good and comfortable for his wife.

"If this one, what?" gio asked, showing one of Diandra's t-shirts that he took.

Diandra nodded.

Gio again chose a sweater and pants, to complement his wife's appearance, then showed it back to Diandra.

"Where, good?" ask Gio.

Diandra. "I want her white knit sweater–."

Gio looked back at the clothes he had in hand then nodded, he then took what his wife wanted.

"You just change here, let me go outside first" said Gio, while giving clothes to his wife.

Gio looked at his body, he was only wearing a shirt and pants home to the knee.

"I'm easy, just change my pants and wear a jacket" replied Gio.

"You, change your clothes .. I go outside first," said Gio, then stepped out of the room.

Some time later, the couple was already in the car owned by Gio.

"We, meet Aunt Hana and Gita, don't bring anything?" ask Diandra.

Gio, who had started driving his car out of the courtyard of the Diandra house, turned his eyes to the wife at a glance.

"Do not do, what do you do? Usually I don't bring anything either" replied Gio.

"You and I are different." Diandra glanced at her husband's annoyance.

"What's different?"

"You're their son and brother, and I'm a nobody. "when you get there you don't bring anything."

"Well, what do you want to bring? We buy it on the street," asked Gio.

Diandra fell silent while looking at the curb, thinking, roughly what he deserved to carry.

"What haven't Auntie and Gita bought for souvenirs?" ask Diandra.

Gio glanced at Diandra who was staring at him. "I don't know."

"What if we bring a special dress or souvenir shirt here?" ask Diandra.

"Same, cake" he added excitedly.

Seeing all that, Gio smiled, then nodded. "Anything for you, baby."

Diandra also directed Gio to one of the famous stores selling premium products. Diandra picked quite a lot of stuff there.

Gio smiled, looking at Diandra's stamina as if recovering, just for shopping for souvenirs by his mother and sister.

"Don't forget to buy also for the size of the children," said Gio, reminding Diandra about his nephew.

"Yes, I know," replied Diandra, while still busy choosing the items she wanted to buy.

After everything was enough, Diandra wanted to pay to the cashier. However, when he wanted to take out his wallet, Gio had already extended his card to the cashier.

"This cake is just tea" said Gio.

Diandra looked at her husband's face with a look of protest. "It's mine?"

"Nothing, you keep your money for other needs" replied Gio.

Diandra moved her lips forward, while putting her purse back into the bag.

"Thank you" said Diandra, turning her face away.

Tell me thank you for being so heavy, honey? inward Gio, chuckling, saw the attitude of Diandra who still looks prestige acknowledging her happy feelings in front of Gio.

After paying them back, they continue their journey. Diandra again stopped Gio's car at one of the famous cake shops.

"You, just here, don't follow me," prevent Diandra when Gio wants to get out of the car.

"If so, take this card." Gio held out one of his cards.

"Never mind, for this one, let me buy it myself," prevent Diandra.

He got out of the car and walked into the cake shop with Gio watching.

Alright, for now you can still use your money. But, just look later, if you have opened your heart to me completely. I won't let you buy things, except using my money, Inner Gio.

Gio was already quite happy, saw Diandra's more gentle demeanor, and considered herself to exist. That has included considerable progress for their relationship.

Hopefully, this is a good start to our relationship going forward, baby, do'a Gio, while looking at Diandra behind the shop glass, who looks busy ordering.

Taking only a short time, the woman was already seen walking towards the car, with two plastic bags in each hand.

Gio went straight out of the car, then approached Diandra.

"What did you buy, baby? How much?" gio asked as he took the plastic bag in his wife's hand.

"Gum some cakes to eat at home, and cookies for souvenirs to Jakarta," replied Diandra.

Gio put the plastic bag in the back seat, before the two finally got back into the car.

"Aren't we going to stop by again?" ask Gio.

Diandra nodded with a faint smile.

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Pray, even if you are not obedient, and be assured that good prayer will be granted by Allah SWT. Although we never know, when the do'a will be fulfilled. Because sometimes God acts, beyond the limits of thought we can achieve.

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