Sad Boy With Tomboy Girl

mutually surprised

Whether it's a coincidence or not, but I'm happy if he's well received.

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Every woman who wants to meet with prospective in-laws is always nervous and always afraid if she will not be able to answer all the questions about seeds, bebet, and weights.

Afraid also if he will not get the blessing of his girlfriend's parents, sometimes the tastes in-laws are always different. There are good and there are bad. Good in front of his son but evil if behind his son, there is also a blatantly evil and shows his dislike of the future son-in-law and tells them to break up.

As Dhira was currently experiencing, he waited for his lover at home with anxiety and nervousness. Afraid of her ugly appearance and afraid of Revan's parents.

Dhira's appearance is very different tonight, with her trying to wear a knee-length mini dress with long gray sleeves, combined with white sandals and a small sling bag in white and hair that is let loose. makes her look like a girl and not a tomboy.

Hearing the sound of a car stopping in front of his house, he immediately stood up and opened the door of the house.

Revan, who was in front of him, was stunned by Dhira's appearance. Like not his current lover, because he always saw Dhira wearing a t-shirt and pants, and always like that whether at home or taken out by him.

" Beautiful." praise Revan, make Dhira meet red and hold a smile.

" Get off now.?" Ask Dhira.

" Hmm, yes." Answer with a smile.

" Bik, brother!! Dhira left first yes." said Dhira to Bik Minah and Alex who were watching tv.

" Be careful Non, Mas." replied Bik Minah as she approached them.

" Yes, Bik." Dhira and Revan replied, nodding and smiling.

" Don't sleep at night, brother!" Dhira said before leaving and saw his brother who was still cool watching tv.

Walking out of the house with Revan holding Dhira's hand to his car.

Opening the car door for Dhira, Dhira again held a smile with Revan's behavior.

" You're beautiful Beb." praised her once again when she was in the car.

" Apaan sak. Shame to know!" dhira who could no longer hide his smile, Revan also smiled and rubbed Dhira's cheek.

" I think I should be careful if I take you out, if I wear this shirt." Her speech. " I can't stand it if a lot of people stare at you, I'm jealous" she said.

" Oh, dreadlocks.!" shira exclaimed and laughed looking at Revan's face. " Uh ah let's go, then go to the night you meet the camer." Dhira said, Revan laughed, nodded to put an end to his excitement and drove his car to his parents' house with him holding Dhira's hand and once giving a kiss in his smooth hand.

Getting a sweet and romantic treatment, Dhira's heart felt flowery and embarrassed himself in being treated like that with his lover.

" Miss you.?" Revan.

" Miss you to." Dhira replied with a look at each other while they were at the red light.

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" You sure this is his house.?" Ask Citra who saw the magnificent house with her who was still on the motorcycle.

" No idea." replied Dika, and looked at the location that Dhira sent via chat.

" I don't know the truth Dik.!" Citra Seru.

" I've never been here, and this is Dhira just sharing the mother's address lock." Answer Dhika. " Come down quick ask there." Dika's orders.

" You don't see what, I'm bringing this.!" gerutu Citra who brought a bouquet of flowers and cakes from Dhira as a sign of his pardon. " You're the only one who asked." she said again with a ketus.

With a big heart Dika also got off the motorbike and tried to knock on the fence next to the post.

The gate opened and showed the guards. " Let's find who it is." Ask the guard

" Is this Mr. Gio's house right" asked Dika.

" Right, what business." Said guard.

" I was told to come here with Mr. Gio on a dinner invitation." Answer Dika potluck.

" Who is it." Ask the Guard again.

" With Dika and Dhira sir" he replied again.

" ooh! yes please come in." The guard orders with a friendly smile and opens the high gate, telling Dika to enter.

" This is her house." asked Citra who saw Dika approaching her.

" Yes" he answered, and got on the bike, turned on the motor to put it in the spacious courtyard of the house.

" Crazy, big right." murmured Dika while staring at the house that was so magnificent and sturdy.

" Let's take me inside." Invite the guards, Dika and Citra just nodded.

" Hey, this was my helmet.!" exclaim Citra who can not take off her helmet because of hands full of souvenirs Dhira.

" Bother." muttered Dika, and still heard by Citra.

" This brings it yourself." Ketus Citra and handed her two parcels in her hand to Dika.

" Kok me the Cit, ogah you just take this." handed back the package to Citra.

" You.!"

" Mommy, Mba! you've been waiting for the Master inside." Cut the guard who saw the debate between Citra and Dika that will never end if no one broke up.

" Oh, yes sir sorry." replied Dika, and forced to remove the helmet Citra, so that he did not bring a wreath and parcel in the pink paberbag.

It really sucks Citra had to come with Dika, because Dhira told her to accompany Dika. Always quarreling there is no agreement with Dika, but they help each other and also love each other as friends and will forever be like that. Because Dika already considers Citra and Dhira like his own brother.

Walk in tandem into the magnificent house, welcomed by Mrs Vani and Mr. Gio who are in the living room.

" Aunty Night, Om.?" Dika and Citra's friendly greeting crucified them.

" Night to Dika." Greet Mrs vani with a smile.

" Eh, who is this." Ask Madam Vani.

" Picture aunt, her friend Dhira." The answer. " Oh yes, this aunt from Dhira, as a sign of sorry for not being able to come." he said again, handing over the bouquet of flowers and paberbags in his hand to Mrs Vani.

" Thank you.?" the answer. " Aunty had hoped Dhira would come, aunt miss him." His image with a slightly grim face.

" I'm sorry, auntie, she said there's family business." Sahut Dika who also felt bad for Mrs Vani.

" No papa, next time we can have dinner together again." Said Mr. Gio with a smile, only nodding and smiling.

" Yes, let's sit down, Dika, Citra." Bring Madame Vani.

Not yet had they sat on the sofa, the voice of a man greeting the owner of the house, making the four people turn around and stare at the source of the voice. And so surprised were the six who looked at each other with what they saw before him now.

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