MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S

PREPARATORY

"You still thinking about that?" dion asked as the two were in the car.

Dila. "No. I'm fine."

Dion tilted his body at the gloomy-looking face of the lover. Both hands grabbed the pretty face and a small kiss of Dion pinned on Dila's nose.

"You must feel bad. I know how you feel, honey. They turn happiness into sadness for you" Dion said.

"It's not so, Dion. I was sad, but this is what I have to face. Our relationship is a laughing stock, but I remember what you said. The one who lives it is us. Then why are they so angry? Let them think of us as what. The important thing right now is me and you" Dila said with a faint smile.

Dion hugged Dila and landed a kiss on the woman's crown several times. "I won't let them laugh at us. It's the life of both of us, the love story between me and you. I will teach anyone who dares to insult our sacred love."

Dila was moved, but on one side she also chuckled amusedly. "I'm scared. My lover is a cruel man."

"Trougher Reyhan. I don't know what he's going to do to them" Dion said.

Dila took off Dion's embrace from her body, then looked at the lover's face with a frown as a sign, if she wanted to know what Reyhan was doing to her friends.

"Quiet, Honey. Rey won't make a child miserable. Just a small lesson" said Dion who knows exactly what Dila wants, from just looking at the face of his lover.

"It should be so. I don't want him to be so pretentious" said Dila.

"Our son is a powerful man, honey. Just look .. Those who laugh at us can't dwell on anything." Dion blinked one eye. "If you .. cannot dwell in front of me."

Dila widened her eyes, while Dion laughed amusedly. The woman snorted in disbelief, if she was said to submit to Dion. However, what his girlfriend said was true as well. Dila had indeed submitted to Dion's charm.

"That's a car that didn't go for a walk earlier," chirped Rey who looked at Dion's car which was still in the mall parking area.

"The name is also kasmaran. Surely Dion was flirting with your mama"

Diki smiled to herself while imagining Dila and Dion in the car.

"Your mind, Dik," said Reyhan, shaking his head.

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"Nicely no?" ask Dila.

"Beautiful, Ma" Reyhan replied.

"of course. This dress is Mama's daughter-in-law who made it" said Dila.

The wedding day is starting to close. For nearly a month, Anna designed a wedding dress for her in-laws. White dress is simple, but very graceful and elegant if worn.

The wedding invitation has also been sent. Rumah Dila has even been decorated for the wedding tomorrow morning, while the reception will be held at a place, because both carry the theme of the garden party.

Reyhan smiled at the happiness of his mother. A happy face was emanated from the beautiful face of Dila who was impatient to wait for tomorrow.

"Everything is right. Just wait for tomorrow morning" Anna said.

Dila smiled, but behind that smile she felt an overwhelming nervousness. Tomorrow is his special day, a new life he will live with his second partner.

A knock at the door disbands the intimacy of the son-in-law's child. Rey opened the door to see who was outside.

"What's up, Sar?" ask Rey.

"The makeup artist has arrived. Madam has to take care" replied Sari.

"You go first. I'll tell my mom later" Reyhan said.

Reyhan closed the door again. "Ma .. The makeup artist has arrived. You need to take care of yourself, right?"

"It has come apparently. Just tell the dressing room. Mama will be there," said Dila.

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On one side Dion who was being pinched also did the treatment. Diki and Maya are the representatives of the male side. Bastian is busy taking care of the relatives who come to the house to help or just see the groom.

In the middle of her large belly, Maya remains eager to take care of the guests with the help of some servants.

"Can't I call Dila?" ask Dion.

"Tomorrow to meet, too" replied Diki.

"I'm missing" said Dion, lamenting his phone.

Diki clucked. "First night, don't get too excited. Mama Dila is no longer young."

Dion grunting. "My wife is not old yet."

Diki rolled his lazy eye. "I'm just telling you. Play it slow."

Dion was getting annoyed at Diki's words. "Mending just help Maya out there. Your wife is pregnant instead you let serve the guests. You replace it there."

"Truly you, Dion. If it wasn't for you getting married, I wouldn't have helped you." Diki stepped out with her mouth grumbling in annoyance.

"Just fight with your parents. What a mess," muttered Dion.

"Don't be your old ass," cried Diki who apparently heard Dion's murmur.

Dion shook his head, then opened the drawer to pick up his diary. The man began to pick up the ballpoint pen and began to write down all the feelings he felt.

Dear beloved.

I can't wait to see where I make my sacred wedding vows, making you all mine. Seeing you wear a beautiful wedding dress, where you are the single most beautiful bride in the world.

Yes ... You are the most beautiful and the most perfect in my eyes. Wait, wait for me to come and receive your hand, to lead you to a new life, where there will be only love and happiness among us.

Dion closed his diary, then put it back in the drawer. The man stared at the white bridal suit hanging neatly on the iron pole.

"Dion," exclaimed Diki who suddenly appeared.

The man called by his name was shocked. "What's wrong? Just surprise me."

"Nih .. look what I brought." Diki showed me a cup of drink he brought to his best friend. "Drink this .. let tomorrow you're not tired and ready to fight."

"What's this?" Dion took the glass of drink that Diki had thrust on him.

"Drink only. Anyway ready for battle tomorrow," said Diki with a smile.

Somehow Diki was even excited on the first night of Dion and Dila. If it can be seen, maybe Diki wants to see it. The curiosity of the style between the young leaves and the mature woman, really made Diki's mind polluted.

"What is this mixture?" ask Dion.

"Honey, ginger is like a duck egg" replied Diki.

Knowing that, Dion immediately spent the drink that Diki gave. "Tomorrow you make it again."

Diki played both of his eyebrows up and down. "Presents."

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