I'm Not a Mandul Wife
Romantic

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The romantic atmosphere was immediately apparent when the Maharani steps arrived at a roof top that Dion had prepared on their special night at this time. A night where no one was there, other than a waiter and a violinist were waiting for their arrival.

"Please, Mr. Dion! Your table is right over there and as per your request, we have also prepared a violinist" said the waiter who had ushered the two to the roof top.

Dion smiled, looking at Maharani expectantly. "Dear, do you like it?"

"Are you kidding, Mom? Why are you still asking that? Yes, I definitely like it, Mom. All of this is beautiful and even more beautiful because I passed it with you. The most romantic man I've ever known in my entire life," praised Maharani gazing at the surroundings in awe. The woman did not expect Dion to prepare this special thing, even though the age of their marriage had just stepped on one month.

"Yes, I'm afraid you don't like it, baby. If you like it, I am very grateful. Because that means, I managed to make tonight the most beautiful night for both of us." Dion said that while smiling. Although with great difficulty, the man has now managed to restore his mood that was damaged by his meeting with Anjani, a woman who had been a part of his life in the past.

The two began to occupy two seats opposite each other, where a table was in between. Now they look at each other with love. For Maharani, this made him very grateful because he had a husband who still treated him well, although he still could not give Dion a descendant.

"It's beautiful, Mas. That's Bunderan HI, isn't it, Mas?" tanya Maharani tried to see the expanse of city light that danced beautifully in the look of her eyes.

"Rubber, baby. It was indeed Bunderan HI," Dion replied with a smile.

Amidst Maharani's awe at the light of the city's night, Dion suddenly began to move from his sitting position while taking out a box from his suit pocket. Dion walked until his steps stopped right behind the Maharani's body.

"What do you want, Mom?" asked Maharani while looking back. Looking at Dion who was seen hiding something in his hands.

A blink of an eye, Dion aimed at the violinist who immediately began to play his instrument. Make the beautiful atmosphere of the night more perfect because accompanied by violin strings that sound so romantic.

"This necklace will be more beautiful if you are wearing. It's our one-month wedding present, baby." Dion began to wrap a diamond necklace around the Maharani's neck. The necklace he had prepared a few days ago for him to give to his wife.

"Oh my goodness, my. This necklace is beautiful, Mom. Why the hell, tonight you always manage to make my heart flower?" tanya Maharani displayed a happy tinge on her face.

Dion's words this time made both eyes of the Empress immediately teary. How not, everything given by her husband so touched her heart. However, until now the woman was still unable to realize Dion's dream of having a descendant.

"Cock you cry, Ran? What's wrong with you, honey?" dion asked worriedly, when he saw the clear hairs dripping from both corners of his wife's eyes.

"Why are you this good as me, Mom? Why, Mas? Though I am not perfect and it is possible that I will not be able to give you offspring for the rest of your life! Are you still going to act like this, Mom?" Maharani was so sad when his shortcomings had to disturb the happiness he felt at this time. Shortcomings that often make him feel inappropriate when coupled with the figure of Dion. A man so good and perfect in the eyes of the Maharani.

Dion quickly got up from his seat again, he approached the Maharani and immediately knelt down so that his position was parallel to his wife's face. "Darling, please don't talk like that! I don't care about that. Right now all I know is that I love you and I believe in God, if someday, HE will surely grant our prayers. As long as we believe that nothing is impossible for God when HE wills" Dion said gently as he began to wipe the tears on both cheeks of the Empress.

"Thank you, Mum. Thank you for loving me with all my shortcomings. I love you, Mas." With a soft look, Maharani said all that while holding the hand of her husband who was still cupping both sides of her face.

"I love you too, baby. Now don't cry anymore! Enjoy this evening and make it a beautiful night for you" Dion assured the Empress that what she thought was no big deal to her.

"God, so much love for my husband. Please yes, God. Allow me to repay all his kindness by giving him a descendant," the inner Empress prayed earnestly.

Amidst Dion's attempts to calm his wife, his phone suddenly rang. It indicates that someone is contacting him.

"Who called me? dion asked for a moment to look at the screen of the phone he took out of his pants pocket. Seen, a row of numbers that are not stored in the phone book of his phone is listed there.

"Darling, I answered the phone first. I'm afraid it's important." Dion began to slide the green emblem on his phone screen to answer the phone call. Until finally, the voice that sounded from across there made him jerk with both eyebrows that were intertwined deeply.

"Anjan! Why'd he call me?" inner Dion was reluctant to answer the phone call.

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