The Destiny of Love HanAra

I was just kidding

[Yes, dad. Dion is leaving for there soon]

[When did mom and dad get home?]

[Yes already, then be careful on the road]

After a few minutes of chatting, Dion now closed the call. In the brief conversation, the father asked his son to take his place for the child's wedding reception from one of his colleagues.

At first Dion refused, because he did not know his father's business partner. Plus he also did not have a partner who could be invited to accompany him to attend the event. However, because the situation is urgent, inevitably he must obey the orders of the father. Even if he did it by force.

Dion took off the shirt that was still attached to his body. Then throw it in the basket where the dirty clothes are. After that, he went to the bathroom. Cleansing his body that feels sticky by sweat. Understandably, lately he works more outdoors. Because when he was supervising the process of building a four-story building owned by his client.

Fifteen minutes have passed. He finally finished cleaning. Wrapped in a towel wrapped around his waist, Dion stepped out, heading into the clothing room.

In the room is already lined with several large cabinets that contain clothes, shoes and other accessories. Like his watch, tie and hat. After a while of sorting out, he finally picked up a white shirt paired with navy blue trousers.

After both were used, now Dion was standing in front of the dressing table. There he combed his jet-black hair, and sprayed a refreshing citrus-scented perfume. The aroma is identical to his sporty and optimistic personality.

After everything was done, he perfected his appearance by adding a bow tie on the collar of his shirt. Then step out of the room. After previously grabbing a tuxedo in matching color with his pants.

This time he was in a BMW. With a high enough speed he split the streets that are not so crowded. After twenty minutes of driving, he finally arrived at a five-star hotel in the city center, where his father's business partner was holding his son's wedding.

After parking his vehicle, Dion breezed out toward the venue. Upon arrival there he was greeted by several ayu fences that greeted him with friendly.

Several invited guests were amazed as Dion entered the ballroom. Samar he heard people talking about it. He smiled when someone whispered, thinking he was a celebrity.

Dion kept stepping foot up, towards the pelaminan. Ignoring the pair of eyes that were staring at him more and more.

He was a little in line when he wanted to greet the owner of hagat with the two brides. After a while of waiting, his turn came. With a sumringah face he shook the hand of Mr. Prasetyo, the father of Hito who is his father's colleague.

"Congratulations, sir. The marriage of the Father's son. I represent my father who cannot attend because he is still out of town" he said.

"What is this, Dion? mr Hendri's son?" prasetyo asked, still shaking Dion's hand.

"Rubber, Sir. I'm Dion."

"Oh, it turns out you're more handsome than the one photographed, huh. Mr. up to pangling," said Prasetyo, laughing.

"Thank you, sir" said Dion, smiling.

"How are your parents? all right, right?"

"Thank God, father and mother are healthy, sir. He also sent greetings to Mr. Pras and his family, and apologized for not being able to attend the event Mr." replied Dion.

"It's okay, Dion boy. No need to apologize like that."

"It should be the father who thanks Nak Dion for taking the time to attend this event in the midst of your busy life" said Prasetyo.

"Thank you again, yes, Dion boy. I've been bothered to come here," he added.

"No need to thank you, sir. I don't feel bothered at all" Dion argued.

"I was just happy to be able to watch this amazing father's event" he said convincingly.

"Yes, then hopefully Nak Dion likes the dishes and entertainment that we have served, yes," Prasetyo said.

"certain, Sir. Thank you." Thank you." After ending the conversation. Dion shifted his body to the side. Experiencing both brides and also besan from pak Prasetyo alternately.

Dion wants to go home. Because in this place he doesn't know anyone. It feels lazy to enjoy a party alone. As he was stepping, he accidentally hit someone who seemed to be contacting someone else. The person's phone fell to the floor because Dion hit it hard.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" said Dion.

"Ah, that's okay," said the person without looking at Dion. He looked down, picking up his cell phone.

"Is your phone okay? if there's any damage, let me replace it."

The man flipped through his phone, checking the flat object's condition. "No need, my phone is fine," he replied, looking back at the man who hit him.

"Bang Samsul!" dion was surprised.

"Dion.." he said in disbelief. After a long time finally he again met with his futsal group friends.

Both seem familiar. They laughed and asked each other.

"Who are you coming with?" ask Samsul.

"I came alone, Bang. Replacing my father who could not attend this event" replied Dion.

Samsul understood.

"oh yeah, let's sit down first." Samsul takes Dion to the guest chair, joining his other friends.

"Of all, introduce this Dion, my friend," Samsul told his co-worker.

"Good night, everybody" said Dion, kindly.

"Sir Dion. Please sit down sir." Novi pulled the chair beside him, allowing Dion to sit next to him.

"Thank you, I'll just sit here" Dion declined, subtly. The man was sitting in the chair next to Samsul.

"Oh, yes. What would Dion drink? let me get it." he asked.

"Ah, no need. I can take it myself," he refused, again.

"Why do you always call him 'Sir' when it is clear that he is far below you" said Sisca.

"Sisca's right, Nov. Just call him Dion, he is very young" said Samsul.

"Where might I dare to call our commissioner's son by his name directly," Novi explained.

"Who do you mean our commissioner? what do you mean, Hendri sir?" Ask Revelation.

"Yes, right," Novi said.

"Is that true, Dion?" samsul asked, still in disbelief.

Dion nodded, agreeing with Novi's words. The sudden answer made others surprised, especially Samsul.

"Hey, why don't you ever tell me. If you're Hendri's son?" ask Samsul.

"Kan Bang Sam never asked," replied Dion.

"Why do you still call him that? you should call him 'Sir' from now on." Revelation elbowed Samsul's arm, reprimanding and reminding his co-worker.

"Ah, yes, I forgot."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dion" he told Dion.

Dion laughed a little. "It doesn't need to be like that. Just call me my name. Even though I am the son of my father, it does not mean that I am also your boss" Dion asked Samsul and the others.

They all obeyed the request of the son of his superior.

"It turns out that Dion is a fun person, not like the rumors that circulated," said Santo.

"What kind of rumors are there?" ask Samsul curious. He had never heard any rumors about the commissioner's only son.

"Many people say that our son is arrogant and arrogant" said Santo.

"Rubber. I've heard it too. Even I had time to believe it" Novi said.

"Same. In fact, I've heard other rumors that Dion is a same-sex person."

"Well, it's evil they accuse me of that." Dion shook his head, inexhaustible. He took his glass. Then pour it into the mouth.

"Should I ask you to fire everyone who's been gossiping about me?" ask Dion while putting the glass back. His words were firm and his expression looked solemn. Making Novi, Sisca and Santo speechless. The three swallowed his saliva simultaneously.

"I'm just kidding" Dion said with a small laugh. Followed by others who laugh. Even though it's not funny to them.

Shortly after, Ara joined them all. Add a more festive atmosphere with its cheerful character. They all talk about a lot of things. Starting from a serious thing to a joke that makes them all open. Time is rolling so fast. Until without realizing it, they had been chatting for over an hour and a half.

One by one they began to retreat. Dion, Samsul, and Ara are left. They also agreed to go home together.

While walking to the parking lot. Samsul's cell phone rang. A call came in from his wife. Samsul immediately swiped his phone screen upwards, raising the call.

[Hallo] said Samsul when the flat object was stuck in his right ear.

[Yes, honey, what's wrong?]

Samsul halted his steps, listening to his wife's voice across the street carefully. His face looked panicked.

[Hold, Honey. I'll be there soon]

After his call ended, Samsul put his phone back in his pants pocket.

"What's up, Bang?" ask Ara.

"Your sister is going to give birth, now she and mom are in the hospital" Samsul said.

They continued their steps in a hurry. Uh, no. Not those who are in a hurry. Only Ara walked like that. The two men next to him had long legs. Automatic steps are faster. Unlike her who was born less tall, but not nude. So in order to keep up with his Brother and Dion, he had to speed up his pace.

Arriving at the parking lot, Samsul looked surprised. Suddenly, the car tires were flat. When he left, the car was fine. He looks upset. Why in times of great difficulty like this there are unexpected things happening.

Dion is smiling. However, when Ara looked at him, the smile instantly vanished.

Ara looked at Dion with a questionable look.

I'm sure! just saw him smile, at a glance. Butwhy? why does he look happy when we get into trouble. What not this guy....

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