About the Heart

A Scratch of Remainder

"I'm sure it's not that, hayo dong, what?" I kept whining spoiled.

"What?" Dion tried to tease me while walking backwards avoiding my tickle on his waist. Suddenly ...

Bruk!

Like the scene in FTV, a beautiful woman with long hair waving slammed into Dion. Dion deftly pulled his arm so that the woman could not get bounced because it hit Dion's stocky body. Exactly his lebay.

Ish ...!

"Dion, right?" exclaim that woman.

Again, the same. The woman recognized the man she had just hit. Fortunately, the woman did not carry a pile of books that fell scattered. Then their hands accidentally touched because they both wanted to pick it up. Aarrgghh .. auto I put 'tuh book into his head.

"Beautiful?" Dion guessed the name of the woman he had just hit.

Is beautiful? Very compact 'uh same name.

"Still, yes, you're chasing Rosa! Haven't moved on, either?" he glanced at me cynically.

Eiitss ... Why was my name dragged? I don't know tuh? How dare he mention my name with that cynical look. Wanted to not fuck your mripat, Mommy!

Feeling useless in front of them, I intend to leave. "You guys just keep talking, I'll go there first, Di." I'd better get out of the way than in pecans. Losing competitiveness, in packaging a different way, he export market while I was only a resident of small self-service shelves. Ah ... Why am I like this? I should have damprat tuh the Mama-mbak. Sok-sokan keganjenan am men. Huf ... My gertutuku traced the corner hallway of the store.

Bruk!

Especially this? Why am I following the crash, anyway? Mending if I hit a cute one like Ji Chang Wook, it's good enough for eyes. Ah ... for a long time this mind is getting more and more complicated, whacked by excessive genitalia.

"We'll meet again!" his voice forced me to raise my head.

Ji Chang Wook's?

Ah wrong ... Mr Rud!

Why meet him, here? Not ... Not because my heart is pounding again. But I am tired of this situation. I admit after Dion's proposal to me, I've decided to throw all the stories with the person in front of me. No matter how good he is, no matter what story I have lived with him, but his decision to leave me was the greatest sin for him. I'm not sorry!

"Excuse me!" I was about to leave him.

However, his hand first held my arm before I could go any further. "Someone I want to talk to you about."

"I don't want to hear anything from you, right now," I clapped his hand but I couldn't.

As fast as lightning he had already pulled my nape and left only a little distance between me and her. Shocked, but I didn't have time to dodge. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anything that would happen after this. My mind has drifted everywhere, imagining the worst if he just took it away.

Plaque!

My eyes suddenly widened, finding Mas Rud rubbing his reddened white cheeks. I think he was the victim of the slap that I just heard. Still confused by what happened, suddenly my waist was grabbed by the hand of someone who then pulled me away from the reach of Mas Rud.

I saw Dion standing next to me. Her face showed the anger that was running her way. But try to keep him resistant. "Didn't I warn you yesterday, don't even think about taking Rosa back from me!"

Dion took my hand and led me away from Mas Rud. Not a word came out of it. I was silent, not wanting to make the mood worse. Once I looked back and found Mas Rud who was also following our departure.

The word "yesterday" that Dion spoke kept ringing in my ear. What really happened between the two of them? Did they meet? Are they fighting again? Seems not. There was no sign of any punches on their bodies. If they fight there must be a mark because I know they are both black belt holders.

Dion's steps stop at the motor park. "We go home, yes. Gift business, I'll ask for help with my friend, aja."

I didn't answer Dion's words, just a little nod I made to him. Throughout the journey we were silent to each other. I held my arms around her body hoping that it would slightly dampen her anger. Gender my head to his upper back, I hinted that I also gave myself and my heart to him.

As soon as he opened the apartment door, Dion headed straight to the kitchen to fetch some drinking water. While I chose to sit on the living room sofa. I took the vibrating HP in my bag.

Mas Rud, what else would he want?

I don't touch the thing that keeps shaking. I left it on the table, while I turned on the television to shift my focus. Dion who just came out of the kitchen briefly noticed my HP lying down.

"Why not get caught?" he said after seeing the caller.

"Let it go" I said.

"Let's just say, I want to know what he wants?" pinta Dion sat next to me.

I didn't pick up that phone. I'm not interested in dealing with him anymore. There was Dion beside me, for what I still busied myself to deal with him.

"It's five o'clock, I'm getting home now, yeah. I have a sudden business" Dion said after receiving a message on his HP.

"Where do you want the tumben to tell me to come home? Can I come with you?" my gut tells me if this has anything to do with Mas Rud.

"If so, wait here. I won't be long" he said, rattling the top of my hair and leaving.

*****

Dion PoV's

My mind is still being filled by the events at the Mall. How could Rud plan to steal a touch on your lips. Less a*ar! Even I won't touch you but how dare he do that, in front of my eyes.

Aarrgghh!

This water that soaks my esophagus, I hope to dampen my anger at him. A heartless man who plays with the heart of my Rosa. I've let you choose the love you want, but that love gives you a little happiness and leaves a lot of wounds. When your wound I managed to treat, how dare he come again. Opening old wounds or maybe opening old love that is not over.

I saw your HP vibrate repeatedly but you ignored it. My confidence is high if the phone comes from him. The decision not to lift him even though I have asked you and you rejected him makes me a little proud. Proud, at least his position in your heart has gone down caste.

I do not deny if I actually know, how the feeling that you have been saving for him. The taste you have for her is still restless. Understand, I can understand that. It is not easy to release the taste that has already been residing. Like before, when I couldn't hate you even though you hurt my heart so many times.

There's nothing I can blame because love always comes to the right heart even at the wrong time. I don't blame you for not being completely able to love me, filling your heart space with my name. But I really appreciate your efforts to keep everything you have chosen, with me. It was indeed that which was not consistent with his heart. Toying with feelings, not only your feelings but also your own.

His inability to care for the heart, now affects you and also my race of course. Me? Aye, i. Because I am your owner now and will be forever. Not him! Who once had and chose to leave.

"What do you want, is it still unclear what I said yesterday? Forget, her!" I insist on her, that selfless ex of yours, Rud.

"Why should I forget if he still remembers me, wants me!" the answer that ignited the fire of my anger.

"Where did your faith come from, then? You don't know? Time has changed everything, especially his feelings for you," I said to resuscitate his position now in your heart.

"You may believe his words, but his heart says something else. Admit it if he still loves me. Realize that you're just his escape, only!" that smile of hers made me even more annoyed with her presence.

"Maybe the feeling for you is still there, but it's just left over. You know what the rest is? A useless trace and it will be thrown away," I pressed each word on my sentence.

Rud crossed his arms on his chest while his back he rested on the chair. "Didn't you know? She cried in my arms a while ago, she hugged me, and ...,"

The words you pause, I use to make you realize that everything is no longer the same now. "If I wanted to, I would have enjoyed the honor he had willingly offered me, would that be you know too? Ah I don't think you know, so don't be so pretentious! Forget it, he's mine!

I left him who I felt was enjoying all his regrets. There will be happiness from every struggle, and there will be regret from every departure without a message.