About the Heart

Two Men

Dancing, bending all the limbs, twisting our eyes and reciting the song made us so enjoy the night that we had not even touched the number eight. The excitement offered by Maya and Mas Rendra is really welcome with great excitement.

There is no more awkwardness of feeling and movement between me and Mr. Aryan. We fell asleep until we didn't notice Dion's presence in this room. He sat on the sofa with his comfort. His back he rested while his left leg he crossed on his right leg. he let his right arm stretched out at the top of the sofa backrest. While his right thigh he pampered with a touch from his left hand.

Once I realized his presence, I immediately stopped my movement to enjoy music. Immediately I threw myself to sit next to him. "It's been a while?" I said with a wrong smile. My confidence in his presence long before I knew it, was already firmly planted in my mind even though he had not answered my question.

Dion smiled as he ruffled my hair. "It's been a while to see my fiance dancing with another man."

"I'm sorry, man, I borrowed your fiancee for a while" said Mr. Aryan, who then sat himself on the sofa near us.

Dion smiling smirk. "Next time, I'll find a woman for you, don't bother my woman!"

Mas Rendra joined us. "Don't be a workaholic so, later your fiancee is kept the same who has a lot of time.

"You quipped me, Ren?" shoot Mr. Aryan.

Mas Rendra showed off his grin. "Tonight don't beat up Rosa just yet, yeah! We're happy-happy" said Mas Rendra.

"Well, why am I fighting? Rosa is mine" Dion said with confidence.

Dion pulled me gently into his arms. I don't miss what she wants. I returned his embrace without hesitation in front of them. The perfect arch at the corner of my lips formed a sweetest smile. There's nothing more awkward I'm showing you.

"Mas Dion, borrow the Rosa for a while, yes, make a meal for us" Maya said.

"What do you want to do?" tanya Dion let go of her embrace.

"Sambal, Mas, make extra grilled fish. The innate patch is less shaky," Maya said with the apron she wore.

Dion stood up and asked Maya for an apron, "Let me do it."

Maya hesitates to give her apron. "Related, Mom?"

"I'll help him" said Mr. Aryan next.

Me and Maya just looked at each other. Two handsome men agreed a duet to make sambal. What else is this? Leave it alone, rather than dueling in the ring will mending duel in the kitchen.

"Look at your two men, get along really," continued Mas Rendra.

"Adem yes, Mas, look at it," said Maya.

"Good," I replied, occasionally stealing glances at them.

A rare sight, two handsome men who usually struggle with various reports, this time dating in the cooking area. It felt more like a*si than a stretch of torn bread as they splashed themselves in the pool. No less charming than the handsome professional chefs who wara-wiri on television. If only chef Juna is cool, go through.

"Sa, eyes!" mas Rendra yelled at my fantasy.

I hurriedly removed my sight trail from the two men. I turned to Mas Rendra and Maya who were intensely staring at me. Bad taste, I camouflaged it with an awkward smile.

"Reverse the laptop!" Maya imitates Mas-tukul's style of hosting her wrapped nightly event.

We refocused our eyes on the film that was showing Rahul and Anjeli's parting scenes. The old wounds are back. A clear thread peeked spoiled from the corner of my eye. Slowly drip and flow exploring the cheeks. The white color on my net changed red signifying a change in taste that decomposes the heart.

"You guys, it's easy to cry" said Mas Rendra, seeing tears that we melted just for a movie scene.

"Sad, Mas," Maya said with a tissue that was again used to wipe her tears.

"You guys know this feeling" I said as I pleased.

"Therefore you guys have a hard time moving on if a breakup," ledek Mas Rendra.

*****

Dion PoV's

Me and her duet make sambal. Isn't that weird? Sure oes. However, I appreciate it. He's not awkward to blend in with me. We know each other's feelings.

"You, you used to cook?" tanyakanya.

"We seem to be male associate members who used to do everything ourselves" he explained.

"Isn't that sad?" seruku started to buy sambal.

He smiled, "Hmmm ...,"

"I've seen you at a routine young entrepreneur's event at "Sky Hotel" last month, who are you?" ask me to find the answer to my curiosity.

"I also see you, apparently you are not a random person either" he explained.

"This seems like a topic that does not need to be discussed anymore, we already know the answer," I explained with a sincere smile.

It is no secret that the regular event I mean is a gathering place for young entrepreneurs who successfully develop their business in the age range of under forty years. I saw him attending the event, certainly not as a manager, but as the sole heir of the "Najendra Group".

The truth is not important to me. Whoever he is, it won't affect my relationship with you. The ten years I spent fighting for my love for you were more than enough to know how you thought. You are not a woman who is crazy about material things. Evidently with your rejection of the matchmaking with Ardi, the youngest child of a property entrepreneur who already has a subsidiary business to Singapore.

"Hmmm .. pedes, but I like it. Fitting on my tongue, "the value after I asked him to try my homemade sambal.

He repeated twice to taste, "Our taste is the same".

Ambiguous sentences, an appetite for what he wants to explain. I don't know why my mind suspects that the taste of his partner is for matters of the heart is not a matter of "lathi's response" aka taste absorption on the tongue.

"The taste can be the same but the winner is only one," I said, releasing an apron and ready to serve chili at the living room table where all the food is ready to eat.

I see you shrugging your shoulders. "Nobody knows the fateful path to God's match," she took off the apron and followed me back to her all together.

*****

"Why cry, honey? Did Rendra hurt you?" dion asked when he saw me and Maya struggling with tissue and tears.

I did not answer because my tongue was defeated by tears. Dion seemed to understand with what answer I could not reveal. He turned his eyes to the television screen. Then he pinched my nose, "You always do, baby, watch a movie until you cry as you please. It's worth it when I stayed yesterday, you missed me so much."

I showed you my watery eyes. My hand pointed at the heart hiding within my internal organs. Dion then rattled the hair at the top of my head. He wiped away the tears that melted into the river. "I won't leave you like Anjeli left Rahul."

"Anjeli, a friend who is involved in love secretly," cried Maya with her voice.

"Love who had succumbed but was ultimately united in happiness," said Pak Aryan later.

"Will it be like the story of Mr. Aryan and Rosa?" chirps Mas Rendra who got a kick from Dion.

"After all, let's eat, don't get dissolved in their fictitious romance," Dion began to pick up a plate and fill it with white rice, grilled fish, moult and his homemade chili of course.

"A-ak ..," Dion told me to open my mouth.

My mouth was open and the sweet mouth of my fiance was spoiling the tongue longing for taste. "Your patch is good, the pedes are right," I'm afraid.

The second, third and subsequent bribes were made by Dion. On the sidelines, he also touched the mouthful on his mouth.

"Pedes, drink dong!" my door with my mouth restrained the taste of the peak of the spiciness of the chilies.

A glass of water came close to my lips. Immediately I sipped to slightly neutralize the taste that was shackling my tongue.

"You two are very quick to serve the Princess," teased Mas Rendra after seeing Mr. Aryan who immediately responded to take a glass of water when I was impressed.

"Unfortunately, polyandry is forbidden yes, Mas," Maya's tease.

"Yes, honey, if only polyandry were allowed in the future, I think they would be the first to register themselves" said Mas Rendra with mocking laughter.

"I'll be the only man in her life" Dion said, returning to feed me.

"I won't be the third of them. I'll wait until I'm the only one" explained Mr. Aryan.

"Congratulations, Sa, your life will never be lonely all the time, there will be men who take turns to take care of you with their love!" seloroh Mas Rendra with a helping hand to shake my hand.