Conqueror of the Casanova

Open hearts

...Happy Reading's...

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"My grandmother died because of me, she was devastated by the failure of my marriage, and my family was destroyed, also because of my stupidity. I'm too bad for, you .. I don't deserve."

"No, it's not all your fault, baby. These are the life lines you have to go through. No one to blame ... Grandma died because it was time, and Ana also left because she wanted to."

Gio again refuted Diandra's words.

"No, they left, because I was too stupid and useless. I wasn't even there when Grandma took her last breath, I was too scared to face everyone to keep stalling to see her."

Gio parsed their embrace, he again cupped Diandra's face. However, Diandra continued to avoid his gaze.

"Darling, look at me," pinta Gio while pointing Diandra's face at him.

"Look at me" pinta Gio again.

Diandra finally wanted to return her husband's gaze, she sat back down

"Nobody's to blame for everything that's happened, baby. We just need to make peace with the past and make it a lesson."

"You have to live well and achieve success. That's the best way to prove to them that you're a strong woman who won't falter just because of the slander they spread."

"Make those who have hurt you regret it, if one day you are reunited."

"From now on, come to me if anyone hurts you, tell me everything you feel. Think of me as a friend .. What, you, can?" ask Gio.

Diandra was silent for a long time when Gio asked, although the woman finally chose to nod as well.

Gio smiled warmly, he was very happy to see that Diandra had now started to open his heart, although he had not fully accepted her as a husband.

A couple does not have to be like friends, because we are friends during life who hope to always be together until death separates, inner Gio.

"But, you also have to promise, will always trust me, no matter what happens. Let there be no lies between us" said Diandra.

Gio nodded for sure. "Promise" he said, pointing his little finger, like a child.

Diandra smiled faintly, then linked her little finger. "Promise."

Gio hugged Diandra again, peeping his wife's forehead a few times.

That night the two felt different feelings, Gio who was happy because of his wife's acceptance. Also, Diandra was relieved in her heart, after taking out everything that had been buried in her heart.

Diandra may still hesitate to start a husband and wife relationship, due to her past experiences.

However, without her realizing it her heart began to open to accept a bond, even a promise made with Gio.

"Already, now we sleep yuk. You still have a lot to rest, to restore health." Gio parsed his embrace.

Gio's hands stretched out, rubbing his face for his wife, while tidying up the messy hair.

"Okay, if mama and Gita know you cry like this, my ears can hotly accept their babble," complained Gio, to get a smile from Diandra.

"Who told you, you, make me cry!" abugn.

"Ish, not belain," sighed Gio.

The two chuckle together, imagining the chatter of Hana and Gita.

Diandra got out of bed, as Gio immediately held his hand.

"Where are you going?" ask Gio.

"I'm gonna wash my face first."

"I'm helping, okay?"

"No, I can still be alone."

"Yes, I'm anther." Gio was about to move.

"No, I can do it myself!" press Diandra while holding Gio's shoulder.

Gio looked at Diandra, he finally nodded, after seeing his wife who was looking at him annoyed.

Diandra finally walked to the bathroom, feeling a little sticky on his face, because too many tears.

Gio looked at Diandra's back, it felt like he couldn't even believe what was happening at the moment.

Diandra's reception, was a very special and happy surprise.

"Yes! He finally accepted me!" cheering Gio, as soon as the bathroom door closed, while holding his fist up, then pulled it down, to the equivalent of a chest.

Gio did that over and over again, while jovially jumping him beside the bed.

"Well, why is she so pretty, if she smiles again? It feels like I just saw a woman as beautiful as her," raced Gio, imagining Diandra's smiling face on her.

Yes, Diandra had only first seen Gio's behavior like that. During this time her husband always acts mature even though he sometimes looks ignorant.

Diandra also never thought that his decision to try to accept Gio in his life, could make the man in front of him become so happy as he is today.

Gio who was facing the bed did not know that Diandra was currently looking at her ridiculous behavior.

"Friends live, forever!" gio cheered again, turning around, until he finally saw Diandra.

Gio who was surprised by the existence of Diandra, immediately stopped his activities. He scratched the back of his head to cover up his awkwardness and embarrassment.

"Sa–sayang, since when did you get out of the bathroom?" gio asked nervously.

Diandra closed her mouth, shaking her head. He was not sure that he would be able to hold back his laughter when he opened his mouth.

"A–aku only, is exercising only. It seems like it's pretty cold tonight" Gio said looking for an excuse while moving both his hands up and down, like a stretching motion.

"Ekhm!" Diandra cleared her throat before walking over to her husband.

Seeing Diandra approaching, Gio immediately cleared the bed on the part of his wife sleeping. He patted the pillow to ensure Diandra's comfort, then stood straight back up.

"Thank you," Diandra said before sitting on the side of the bed.

Gio nodded with a smile, then sat down on the side of the bed opposite Diandra.

The two of them were preparing to sleep, both of them were already lying down with their backs to each other.

However, for some reason, both Gio and Diandra felt that something was disturbing their feelings, so that both of them could not sleep.

Diandra tried to close her eyes, she squeezed the edge of the blanket to channel the uneasiness that suddenly disturbed her heart.

Gio tried to stay calm and close his eyes, although deep wrinkles were clearly visible on his forehead.

Ish, why can't I sleep anyway? diandra's Pity swears in the heart.

This can't be! Gio, you must not ask for more from your wife, or later she will dodge again, Gio's inner sigh of frustration.

Ish, why would I want to see her again? Why is it that I am never satisfied to look him in the face? Gio opened his eyes again as his mind was only on his wife.

He's sleeping yet, right? Gio glanced back, to see Diandra.

Some moments continue to fidget with their respective discomfort, now the two turn their bodies in unison until the current position is facing each other.

Diandra widened her eyes, so aware of all that, while Gio instead smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You haven't slept?" ask Gio.

Diandra shook his head, then turned back into a sleeping back, with his hands clinging to each other on his stomach.

Oh my God, why am I so nervous? Don't we usually sleep together? the Diandra.

Gio looked at the face of Diandra who had started to close his eyes again, he instead enjoyed the scenery in front of him, until he forgot his bedtime.

"Good night, dear," whispered Gio right in front of Diandra's ears.

Diandra re-opened her eyes and reflexes, turning her head towards Gio in surprise. Of course, all of that made the faces of the two closer.

"M–night," said Diandra.

The cup!

Gio stole a kiss on Diandra's lips. "Hopefully have a good dream, dear," he said with a mischievous grin.

Diandra reflexively covered her mouth with her hands, as she was shocked by her husband's actions.

"Basic, pervert!" she said, turning back to her husband.

His hand held the chest, as he felt the heart pounding.

Gio chuckled, he had seen a red hue on his wife's cheeks.

"What's wrong, if the pervert is the same wife herself," replied Gio casually, while bringing his body closer.

Gio wrapped one of his hands around Diandra's stomach, until he could feel her body stiffening.

"Don't be tense .. as usual, I just want to be like this," said Gio, as he tightened his embrace.

Diandra also began to regulate his breath and body, so it did not feel tense anymore.

That night, finally the couple can fall asleep with a different atmosphere.

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Sometimes being honest with yourself and coming to terms with a wound is better than revenge.

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