The Destiny of Love HanAra

Just an ordinary guy

The morning has arrived. Sunlight seemed to radiate from the eastern horizon. White clouds seem to add to the beauty of the sky of the capital.

Behind the thick blanket, Dion squirmed, stretching his stiff muscles. His mouth was wide open as the man yawned. After a few strokes, now both eyes are perfectly open.

Dion uncovers the blanket that wraps around his body. Then go to the bathroom with a shunt step. In the restroom Dion washed his face in the sink. The cold water felt so refreshing when it touched his skin. After gargling, Dion immediately grabbed a small towel to dry his face. He reflected for a moment, tidying up his disheveled hair. After that, go out and rush down to the bottom floor.

From upstairs, Dion could see his father sitting in the dining room. While humming he rushed down the steps one after another. He approached the dinner table, joined by the father who was enjoying croissant, a cake that came from France.

"Morning, Dad," said Dion, pulling up a chair. He rested his body on the left side of his father.

"Morning, son," said Hendri, Dion's father.

"Oh yeah, how's the development of the project you're working on?"

Dion reached out his hand, grabbing the sandwich in front of him. Then bite it with a large piece.

"So far everything's been going well, Dad. No problem" replied Dion.

"Good, then. But you can't let your guard down. Keep an eye on the construction process until it is finished" Hendri said.

"Ready, dad," said Dion, smiling.

If carefully observed the faces of the father and child look very similar. Both have narrow eyes and a sharp nose. It's just that Hendri has a slightly darker skin tone, when compared to his son.

"Bie... Aunt.." cried Diana from the room.

The sound of the woman's cry was ear-splitting to anyone who heard it.

"Yes, Nyah," said Bi Ningsih from the kitchen. With a frenzied pace, the middle-aged woman approached Diana, the master.

"Look, do your mother. Every day his hobby is screaming constantly," murmured Hendri.

Dion laughed a little. Without needing to be told, he already understood the habits of the woman who had given birth to him.

"Did you like that a long time ago, Dad?" tanyakanya.

"No. When we first met, your mother didn't talk much and when she spoke her tone was very soft" Hendri recalled. The man, who is almost half a century old, smiled, recalling his youth with Diana, who was still his lover.

"But the longer we get to know each other, the more the war starts to show" he added.

"So, what kind of a mother does she think she is?" ask Dion, again.

"Yes as you can see, chatty and sulky and sometimes annoying" Hendri said, laughing.

"I think Dad was right." Dion agreed.

The two men laughed together. It seems like they are very clop in terms of gossiping about the most beautiful woman in the house. The woman they love is heart-felt.

"But Dion was curious, Dad. What made you believe and decided to marry your mother? though mom is chatty and annoying. Don't you like people like that?"

"Do you know, son. The main reason I like her is because your mother has a soft heart. Regardless of his chatty attitude according to the father it is commonplace. Every woman seems to be like that. After all, if we're looking for the perfect partner, I don't think we'll ever find it. Because everyone must have advantages and disadvantages of each," explained Hendri.

Dion agreed.

Hendri is seen sipping his coffee. Then put the cup back on the table. "Then, what about you, have you found a woman you like? I heard you left yesterday with a girl" asked Hendri, curious.

Dion blushed. The man looked wrong.

"Looking at your expression, it seems like the news you heard is true."

Dion nodded. "Yes, Dad. Dion likes someone" he said shyly.

"Who's the girl you like? do you know him?"

Dion shook his head. "I guess not. I haven't known him for long."

Hendri nodded in understanding.

"Oh, yes, Dad. Dion wants to ask you something."

"Please, just ask. What do you want to know?" hendri.

"The girl is not the son of a businessman or an official, she is just an ordinary person. Is Dad okay?" Dion asked with a serious look.

Hendri laughing. "Why are you asking like that, Dion. The one who likes that girl is you. It's all up to you," he said.

"Of course, son. Have you ever seen Dad discriminate against someone because of his status?"

Dion shook his head. "Dad always embraces anyone. Want it to be an official or even a sloppy," he said.

"Well, that's you know," Hendri said.

"You deserve to like anyone, Dion. I don't care about the social status of the girl you love. What his job is or who his parents are. For Dad, the most important thing is the attitude of the girl. If you are looking for a companion as much as possible, look for a good woman, not just a beautiful face," he added.

"Yes, Dad" said Dion.

"Dad sure, you'll get the best woman." Hendri patted his proud son's shoulder.

"Hopefully, Dad," said Dion.

"So, what's that girl like? tell Daddy. Is that girl pretty?" asked Hendri, curious about the figure of the woman who had stolen his son's heart.

Dion smiled again. The man nodded his head, answering the father's question.

"Daddy thought. That girl must be pretty. Because you seem to like it a lot," said Hendri.

Dion's getting blushed. Her cheeks are a little blushing. Dion is an expressive type of man. The mimicry is so predictable. Whether he is happy, sad, or angry.

"Who is beautiful?" sambar Diana who suddenly appeared with a sullen face. The woman had her body on the right side of her husband, opposite Dion. His sharp gaze was fixed on Hendri, a man who had been a companion for 25 years of his life.

Dion and his father glanced at each other for a moment. Before Hendri finally turned his head, looking at his wife.

"Of course you are, Mom. Who else is beautiful in this house but you," said Hendri, lying.

"lik! You must be talking about another woman, right?" lick Diana, don't believe it.

"No, Honey. Really, this time I'm not lying. What we're talking about is you, not another woman. If you don't believe me, just ask Dion."

Diana turned to look at Dion, her beloved son. "Is that true, Dion?" tanyanya asked for an explanation.

Dion nodded. "Rubber, Ma. We're talking about Mom, really" he said.

"Really?"

Dion nodded back. Diana's face instantly became a sumringah. She trusted her son more than her husband.

"Then, what are you talking about Mom?" diana asked, curious.

"Dad told me about the memories of being with my mother when I was young, long ago" said Dion, honestly. Yes, they did discuss that before.

"really?" ask Diana, I can't believe it. But, the look on his face looked very happy.

"Yes. Father said, Mother is a woman who is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in heart. And that's the main reason why I like Mom so much" Dion said.

Diana smiled, looking at her husband.

"I'm sorry Mom, Dad. I was prejudiced against you" Diana regretted.

Hendri smiled. One more thing that makes Hendri so fond of Diana, his wife was not prestige to apologize if she felt guilty.

"It's okay, honey," he said.

Their conversation continues. Diana continued to babble, recounting her youth long ago. Sometimes the husband and wife argue a little. Although finally getting along and laughing together.

While Dion just listen and laugh when there is something funny. Dion was so lucky to have parents like his father and mother. Not because both of his parents were rich. Really, even though his parents were simple people, he would still be proud.

For Dion, both his parents were role models. Especially Hendri. From his father, Dion learned many things. Starting from how to start a business, to how to treat a woman. His father always told him to always be polite and humble. He also cannot look down on others.

And for women's affairs, his father always advised Dion not to hurt any woman, especially her partner. Because women are easy to forgive but hard to forget. If we hurt her once, she will always remember it until the end of her life.

And as a man as much as possible should always try to make his partner happy. It does not have to be a luxury gift to make a woman happy. Give love and attention too. For women, it is more valuable than material.

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