The Winged Angel

Chapters. 89

Dea took a deep breath and threw it away slowly, trying to smile even though she was disappointed in the other side of her heart. 

"Sorry, if my arrival here bothers you. I'll wait for you here until you're done, come back inside,"

"Hem, I'm sorry. The show was almost over, I wouldn't be long," Dion stroked the top of Dea's head and turned around.

Dea again sat himself down while looking at Dion's back away.

"The more I come here the more unsure of this relationship" he murmured.

Dion kept his promise, it wasn't until 10 minutes that he was back. 

"Let's go" Dion extended his hand.

Dea nodded and grabbed Dion's hand. They walked hand in hand towards the parked Dion motorbike. 

Dea seemed to give distance, usually he would stick and hug Dion's waist but this time he made Dion like a motorcycle taxi driver. Noticing the change in Dea's attitude, Dion simply wasted his rough breathing.

"Where are we going, then,?"ask Dion.

"Whatever,"

"Want to eat, huh,?"

"Whatever,"

Dea's answer is only up to convincing Dion, if his girlfriend is sulking. He also pulled his bike over. 

"Kok stop,?" ask Dea wonder.

Dion took off his helmet and immediately went down. Dea followed.

"Are you angry that I didn't tell you about Tiara,?" guess Dion stared fixedly at Dea's two eyeballs.

"No, why am I angry" Dea cuek replied.

Dion grabbed both of Dea's arms.

"Your mouth can lie but not your eyes, I know you're upset about it. I don't want us to fight because of trivialities,"

Dea smiled obliquely, he kept Dion's hand away from his arm.

"I'm just tired and hungry" Dea put the helmet back on and rode first on the bike.

Dion, who did not want Dea to be even more angry, could only obey. He returned to his motorbike to find the nearest place to eat.

They ate at a tent stall on the side of the road. When he finished eating, Dea stood up first.

"I'll pay," Dea said stepping towards the cashier.

During the return trip they kept quiet until Dion's motorbike stopped in front of the Dea cosan.

Before Dea got into his boarding house, he took something out of his bag. A brown envelope.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to return everything, yet,"

Dion was stunned, he stared at the envelope with another feeling. Untaken, Dea grabs Dion's hand and puts the envelope in her boyfriend's hand.

"I didn't actually ask, _"

"No rejection" Sela Dea. "We've agreed, that I'll pay you back your money."

Dion didn't know what else to say, other than a thank you. He put the envelope in his jacket pocket.

"I go in first" Dea turned around to leave.

However Dion quickly held Dea's arm.

"Why,?"

"You still have promises you haven't kept," 

"Promise,?" Dea's forehead shriveled.

"Yes, promise to come to my house."

Dea nodded, thinking Dion had forgotten about it.

"Hem, I didn't mean to break a promise, that time.."

"I know, so this weekend I'm going to charge it. Okay,!" 

"Alright," replied Dea.

Dion smiled happily, he immediately hugged Dea. Smack the head of the girl. 

***

The weekend came. 

This morning Dea looked restless, she was pacing back and forth in her room. Thinking about what clothes he will wear, what hands he will bring, and how the Dion family will react when they see it.

"Yes,"

"I can come in, okay,?"dance's voice rang out from outside, the friend next door to Dea's room.

"Come on, sister,"

Dance opened the door of Dea's room and popped her head.

"Again what,? Not busy, is it,?"

"Hem, no brother, just a little bit more to get out," replied Dea.

Dance rounded her lips as she stepped inside.

"Where are you going, man,?"kepo tanyanya.

Dea gave a smile and told Tari that she was going to go to her boyfriend's house.

"The first impression is decisive in the future, you know," first comment of Dance after hearing Dea's explanation and the girl's anxiety.

"How should I go, brother,?"

"It doesn't have to be how - just show yourself what you are. No need to overdo it. Be yourself,"

Dea nodded in agreement with Tari's words. Thanks to Dance Dea feel confident. No more anxiety on his face. Dance also helps put a little makeup on her face. 

Dea was well groomed in a knee-length dress, her long hair she let loose. Dea wears a hairpin to decorate her head. 

Dion was waiting for him downstairs. 

Seeing Dea coming, Dion's eyes did not blink looking at her lover. Dea looks different, very pretty.

"You are so beautiful" praised Dion.

Dea blushed in shame. He tucked the child's hair behind his ear.

"Where's your bike, huh,?"tanya Dea didn't see Dion's motor parked in his boarding yard.

Dion did not answer, he was busy watching Dea look so beautiful.

"We're taking a cab, right,?"ask Dea again. Dion regained control of himself.

"Don't I borrow papa's car" Dion pointed to a car parked outside the gate.

Dea flabbergasted. At once he felt that there was a difference in social status between them. Dion pulls Dea's hand towards the car and opens the door for Dea.

Dea looked at Dion unsure. But a nod of his head made him have no choice but to obey.

Dea's heart was pounding during the trip to Dion's house. He was afraid that the Dion family could not accept him. Time and time again Dea took a deep breath in to calm her heart. Dion noticed Dea's uneasiness, clasping Dea's moist hands in sweat. 

"Mama is very good, don't think strangely" Dion said.

Dea reviewed the smile. A moment later he sank back into his mind until he did not realize they had arrived.

"Come down," Dea flinched, her eyes widening looking at the building in front of her. Two-story house with minimalist design. 

Dion laughed at Dea's behavior.

They got out of the car immediately. Dea gulped roughly at his saliva while tidying up his clothes and hair. 

"Let's go in," Dion grabbed Dea's shoulder.

Dea sighed and stepped her feet confidently.

Dion opened the main door of his house, and let Dea in. Instantly Dea clucked in awe, looking at the scene before him. Dion's house was right outside his expectations. He did not expect the man he had been dating for almost two years was the child of people. Dea was feeling inferior.

" Sit down, I'll call mama," Lamunana Dea instantly collapsed, she nodded and headed for the living room sofa.

Dea stared at the paper bag she was carrying as by - by. There was a feeling of fear in his heart, afraid that Dion's mother would not like him. 

Shortly after, Dion arrives with a woman who still looks young at her age. Dea got up from her seat and smiled.

As the woman got closer, Dea's blood rippled. The woman looked familiar.

The woman who was none other than Dion's mother was also shocked. His forehead is deep. During this time he only saw Dea from the photos shown by Dion. After being seen directly, Dea's face was not a new face for Dion's mother. The two looked at each other while trying to find a piece of memory in their heads. 

"Mama, this is Dea. Dea this is my mama," Dion decided on his second view.

Dea reached out her hand while slightly bowing a sign of respect. 

" Dea, auntie," said Dea to introduce herself..

" Siska, call me Siska's mom,"

Hearing the name siska, Dea's eyes widened. Now he remembered where he had met the woman.

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