
Dion takes Zava to his mother's final resting place, crouching followed by Zava. Then Dion prayed fervently to Zava.
Although Dion was busy with world affairs but he did not forget his religious affairs because his mother always taught the priority of religious affairs before the world and you should never show off if you want to do good especially in business dealing with God. As his mother said while still alive, always remembered by Dion even practiced by him. and it amazed Zava because behind his suit it turns out that Dion deserved to be a priest and Zava smiled behind his amen.
Dion had finished reciting the prayer, then sprinkled flowers on his mother's grave followed by Zava.
He touched his mother's tombstone affectionately and tears did not come to Zava's notice, and he quickly wiped away his tears.
"Mom, I'm coming today. But I'm not alone I'm with my heart's lover ma'am, my future wife your son-in-law." then look at Zava where the girl replied with a sweet smile.
"Look! she's beautiful, ma'am, according to your wishes. Her name is Zava, Titi Zavania. I love her so much more than anything I'm sure mom would love to have a daughter-in-law like her. I'm also happy Mom, but something funny Mom, it turns out I love the lover of my own sister. Maybe if he was still alive, he would never let me snatch his girl and we would keep fighting" Dion chuckled at himself imagining himself having to fight over the girl with his own sister.
Zava chuckled softly as well but was accompanied by sadness, sadness here because he was moved by Dion's words that praised him sincerely.
"But it turns out that destiny says something else, The power is more blessing for him with me than with my brother, and I'm so grateful for that." Dion then looked at Zava and smiled, a very beautiful smile on Zava's eyes and a smile that would definitely make the women unable to bear to reply. Just like Zava did he smiled back.
"Didn't you want to say hello to my mother?" dion looked at Zava.
"Ah, yes of course." Zava was nervous when Dion told him to speak in front of his mother's grave.
"Assalamualaikum Aunt, my name is Titi Zavania. I'm a future wife of Dion's mas she's very kind and also loves me very much I'm very grateful to be able to marry her. Maybe it's just Auntie." said Zava he was embarrassed too because Dion always looked at him.
"Well, is that really what you're saying? I'm so flattered to hear that. But..I want to hear the others." Dion replied with a smile.
"What's that?" ask Zava.
"I want you to say in front of my mother's grave that you love me so much." whispered Dion making Zava's cheeks warm up and embarrassed.
"Why should you say that? no ah I'm ashamed." reject Zava.
"Then you're not ashamed if I kiss here."
Zava widened his eyes hearing Dion's words. What the heck is this threat that is only beneficial to him. Zava grumbled resentfully.
"Well, I'll say". inevitably Zava relented as well because he couldn't possibly let Dion kiss her in a public place let alone a burial.
"Smart." Dion stroked Zava's head while smiling faintly.
"Mother.I love your son very much and want to marry him. Already, don't make any more unreasonable rants." Zava was both annoyed and embarrassed.
Dion chuckled, "Alright, let's go get daddy and Doni" Dion asked.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Mom, I said assalamualaikum." Before Dion started his habit of saying goodbye first.
Zava's hand was clasped by him as if afraid that someone would steal from him. They also walked not far from his mother's grave. Dion arrived at the tomb of Doni and his father.
Dion prayed for them, for the tomb of Doni and his father were next to each other, making it easier for Dion.
Zava sadly shed tears as he recalled his last day with Doni.
"Do you still love her?" dion asked to see Zava crying.
"Ah.don't know. Why are you asking like that?"
"It's okay to just know."
"Em. I used to love Doni but it used to be because now I love you" Zava said quickly to see Dion's changed face.
Dion smiled, "Really, then kiss me." seduced Dion.
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"Aww, why did you hit me? I asked him to kiss."
"You always say that, listen well if you're married to me then you'll be satisfied" Zava said resentfully.
"Truly, I'll charge you later." Dion chuckled later.
They had finished their pilgrimage and decided to go home before they stopped by the traditional market to buy ingredients to make yellow rice.
Zava deliberately asked to buy it in the market not in the Dion's supermarket because he wanted to praise and prank Dion. Will Dion stand in that muddle and chopstick place? just imagining it makes him laugh.
"There's a bule artist, there's a bule artist." That's what people in the market said when we came.
They stormed Dion and the women were jostling to ask for photos and signatures to the point that Zava was removed.
"Hey, stop I'm not an artist" said Dion, who was shocked to see the attack because he thought he was an artist.
But they didn't care because Dion was so striking compared to them and his handsome and noble face made him an attack by the mothers.
Zava laughed at Dion, who was distraught with the women. Dion was only able to surrender to the mothers and let himself be photographed.
Over time Zava Kasian also saw the face of Dion who asked for help from him because the woman continued to arrive and disturb Dion and what makes Zava upset is there is a mother who bravely embraced Dion as well as wanting to kiss her out of anxiety, of course Zava did not want that to happen.
With his jealous heart Zava forced his way into the crowd, and pulled Dion's hand out.
"I'm sorry, he's not an artist but he's my husband" Zava said aloud, leaving others speechless.
"You're not polite! hold people's husbands and ask for pictures of people's husbands. I ask quickly remove I do not want my husband to be a shadow in your life. Quickly remove." continued firmly make Dion smile funny.
"Hey, who are you? suddenly come say she's not your artist and husband. Where is the evidence that he is your husband." said one of the mothers who did not believe.
"Where is the evidence, he just kept quiet." then invaded by the others.
The atmosphere became boisterous again because their voice was now a twisting Zava.
"Stop.." Dion's voice echoed making him all speechless.
"I'm her husband, and she's my wife and I'm not an artist. Soon you get out of here or I'll flatten this market so you can't trade and shop and quickly delete my photos like he ordered." said Dion in a cold and firm tone.
Those who heard it suddenly became trembling due to Dion's extremely strong aura as well as his sharp gaze.
They deleted the photo just now and ran away without a word.Dion and Zava became relieved as they were not mobbed anymore.