
Dion just bruised a row of white teeth and neat.
"That's.."
The flashback
Deborah got out of Dion's car and first got into the diner.
Dion glanced at Debora's paperbag in the passenger seat behind her.
"I knew.. But.. Yes that's it.." Dion wrote a short message on a green paper, usually sticky notebok paper.
Dion put the paper on one of the baby clothes. Whether Deborah will see it or not is important she has told the truth about who she is.
"I'm sure he saw.. Not long after we'll see you again, if he doesn't see.. It may take years to see you.."
After that, Dion followed Deborah and Deborah had ordered some of her favorite menus.
And by the time Debora entered the parlour, Dion could already tell what Debora meant by coming to see her.
Off Flashback.
"Oh my goodness, Dion. You're making me dizzy.. I can't sleep at night because I think this is my groceries, I deliberately choose you quality clothes and equipment and you play throw it again to me..?" Deborah took out her uncle.
"Yes.. I just want to help.. Glad to see you choose a good item for someone else but, the pain, I see you choose a less good item for your prospective child.. I don't accept donk.. That's why I put in all the groceries you chose for me.. I just lied anyway.. None of my siblings are pregnant or have a baby.." Dion scratched his temple.
"Dion.. You..?" Deborah was more surprised by the fact that Dion had just said.
"Yes.. Sorry yeah.." Dion apologized very sincerely.
"Qc.." Deborah wanted to be angry but she felt she could not scold the sweet man in front of her.
"Eemmm keeps this from Hery.." Dion stared at the brown envelope in his hand.
"This.. Got me too.. I'm going home first.." Pamit Deborah and want to get up from her seat.
"Eeehhh where are you going..? Don't leave.. We haven't had lunch yet.."Dion stood in front of Deborah and confronted her.
"Ohhhh.. Never mind Dion.." Debora Pinta.
"Come on.. Just once.. Wanna..? We eat with them.." Dion pointed at the child behind them.
Ting ting..
"Yes Popsy.." All the children arrived in line.
"Euhhh?" Deborah was surprised to see it.
"They lined up to go hand washing, there were 5 hand washing.. They are trained to barbarize and go to each hand washing tap. Within 20 to 30 minutes they had gathered in the dining room. And the bell just now was a bell for washing hands and preparing to eat." Obviously Dion and without Deborah's permission again Dion took her in his arms and pulled Deborah with him.
"Oh my goodness, this man..?" Deborah was a little surprised.
"We also need to wash our hands again.." Bring along.
Deborah looked at Dion while shaking her head.
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"When is this guesthouse..?" Hery today went down to the office as usual with the promise to be delivered Rena lunch.
"Oohh that.. I don't know if it might be yesterday afternoon. I didn't go down yesterday because I didn't feel good.. So I went to my psychiatrist in the afternoon." Obviously Bhishma again.
Hery is in the room of the Bhishma who is now Hery's Assistant. If there is no Hery in the office then Bhishma must take over Hery's work in the Office.
There was an invitation for Hery. Hery quickly shook his head unsure of the invitation.
"Why..? Is something wrong..?" Bhishma approached Hery who was holding the invitation.
"I can't come. I can't come, there must be a lot of media highlighting, not to mention I have to bring Rena.. No no.. I can't leave.. But I think you're the same Adel can go." Hery raised his eyebrows several times in front of Bhishma.
"Well.. Me too.." Bisma.
"Collect Bhishma.. It's Hm, tomorrow the day after tomorrow.. Let's say you go consider it a date again: Hery cheered on me Bhishma a few times.
Bism..