About the Heart

Sepi Fading

Alone ... makes me understand that time together is very valuable. Regretting for ignoring, that's how I feel, someone who's lonely from being abandoned. Appreciate the person next to you now so that when the time of separation comes, you have made a sweet story as a memory.

"Mbak Rosa, someone's waiting in the lobby" Bang Kotan broke my concentration on reading the script of the novel I was reading.

"Who, Bang?" my many.

Bang Kotan shrugged his shoulders a sign of incomprehension. This man in front of me, is my talking friend right now, replacing Maya and Mas Rendra.

I immediately set foot into the lobby where the person I was referring to was. Dion .. I think the one who's looking for me is him. It turned out that I was wrong, someone who was in front of me had a different posture. It's almost the same, but I'm sure he's a different person.

"Here," Mas Rud gave me HP.

"Thank you" I got the HP I left in his car yesterday.

"Your HP left behind can I return but your memories will always be stored in my heart" he said later who managed to make my tongue muddy.

No expression on his face, flat. I was the one who said it, not realizing that he had left me. Once he looked at me for a moment and then passed. His black glasses prevented me from being able to read the taste of what was stored in his heart. Soon I took control of myself and stepped back to my desk. Shok therapy early in the morning, may nourish my heart.

*****

"Coffe Break" time for mouth gymnastics with Bang Kotan again, dating her in the pantry. Ah .. fate of fate!

"Bang Kot, have a boyfriend, right?" I asked, confused about what to talk about.

"Punya dong, Mbak, two in fact," honestly with a whimper.

I watched Bang Kotan from top to bottom. Hmmm .. pretty, six deh out of a maximum of eight figures, ENAMBAH LIST OF CROCODILE MEN.

Asemmm ... model Bang Kotan who eleven twelve equals "Bang Ismed" in "Lipin' Revenge Cow Dampung" can have a boyfriend of two. I'm a beautiful one like this, have a girlfriend just make a stir.

"Ashik loh, Ma'am, has two girlfriends. I'm suggesting Miss Rosa is trying, huh!" chirps.

Haishhh .. Don't make me go wrong, Bang!

How heart do experiment? Rabbits only, so the experiment could be famous all the time. What if I try to play with, is not chased paparazzi?

"Sir, really Mr. Aryan is not a girlfriend, Ma'am?" Bang Kotan curious.

"No, Bang, my boyfriend's name is Dion" I explained.

"Try me, Ma'am, Mr. Aryan is second!" bang Kotan's crazy idea.

After all, it will be pursued real paparazzi, dare to be an Aryan Satya Dharma male recommendation.

"Make that serepan, Bang? Can you do it if you need not just two, three cakes, four or seven? Let's make a good schedule," I think I'm getting lured into Bang Kotan's madness.

"But do not deh Mbak, later I was fired Mr. Aryan," plin his plan advice Bang Kotan.

"Jeez ... Brother was afraid, ah, I want to work again," I always leave the pantry.

*****

While humming a little, I stepped my feet with certainty. Deflecting the swing towards the address I was heading to from my room to the rooftop. Suddenly I want to enjoy the afternoon breeze from up there. The desolate drive that struck in his absence, no matter whose presence.

I leaned my body against the guardrail. Looking at the white clouds that were scratched tinge of sunlight, refracting the beauty that spoiled the eyes.

"have you missed me?" a voice playing in my ear. Look to the right where the sound came from. I didn't realize Mr. Aryan had pegged with his sturdy posture. Standing with two hands he hid in his pants pocket. His gaze was straight staring at the distance which showed the sky had started to rise in the afternoon.

"When are you home?" my many.

He looked at me with his sweet smile. "New to."

"New to?" I repeated the sentence.

He raised both eyebrows. "There's no friend as good as you."

Mr. Pinter really ngelesnya, to be honest if it is indeed kangen, sir. Without him being honest, I knew. And it won't affect me if I know.

"Where are the souvenirs for me, the friend you said was the most fun?" ask me to catch the mood.

Mr. Aryan smiled. "Nothing, it's all expensive there. My salary as a manager is not enough to buy souvenirs."

"Basic stingy! The streets are not rhyme, souvenirs are not there," I murmured.

"Later to take me to the night market we keep buying gulali, how?" bargained for.

"Father thought I was the son of the Father, invited to the night market was already excited," chirped me.

"Why do I want to have your child, I want you to be the mother of my children" he said, raising both eyebrows.

"Come, sir, I'll take you to Grogol!" I said while holding his hand.

Get off the rooftop and head to the floor where our room is.

"Why is this, people are staring at me?" muttered.

Oh No! I didn't realize I was holding Mr. Aryan's hand. He was quiet too. Ah .. of course he's happy. Instantly I took her hand out of my grasp. Her happy smile accompanied me leaving her.

Ish ....!

*****

"Come, go home" asked Mr. Aryan.

"Try, look at your order!" his orders.

Soon I noticed what Mr. Aryan was asking for.

The huft!

I was careless again. Why not become a passenger? I think he's retired to play around being a taxol driver.

"Don't be cancel!" his warning seemed to be able to read my mind.

"Come on!" Mr. Aryan took my hand like this afternoon when I held him.

"Please, Sir! I don't want people to get the wrong idea" I explained.

He also let go of his grasp. I followed her steps towards the parking lot and got in the car immediately.

"According to the app, huh, Ma'am?" he said with a smile.

I replied with a joke.

"Tumben, not picked up?" tanyakanya.

"Son, he's got a lot of work to do" I explained.

Tonight the streets feel more empty. Maybe because it's 18:30 now. People came home at 17:00. Suddenly Mr. Aryan's car turned around and stopped at a parking lot near the night market.

"Down, I want to buy you gulali," he explained before I could ask.

And strangely I just sort of snorted. My eyes sparkled happily, it had been a long time since I had played around in the night market. And now, I can feel it again. This is really happy. I walked all the way through the market area that night. The various foods and drinks being sold made my saliva go crazy.

"Now" Mr. Aryan gave me a packet of gulali.

"Thank you, Sir. Let's try meatballs, yuk," I bargained.

Mr. Aryan only answered with a smile. Always follow my steps, wherever I go.

"Ehmmm ... delicious too," the value after taking one meatball from the prick I held.

"Again dong," he brought his lips closer to the meatball prick in my hand.

"Rose ... Rosa ... What if Dion finds out you're cheating? the sound of Anggen's cry teased me who was busy enjoying the meatballs with Pak Aryan.

With a casual step I approach the leader of the gang gabut it. "Say, just!" I said then turned back the steps. Not even two steps I swung, forced to stop because of the words Anggen that I did not feel good to hear. "Cheating is worse than being a second wife, saying it's the same Dion! It was as if it was insulting me when his fiancee was more despicable."

Mr. Aryan is approaching Anggen. "You misunderstood, Miss. Rosa is not what you think. Introduce me Aryan, her brother Rosa," said softly Mr. Aryan with his sweetest smile.

Ambyar .. Ambyar is the Anggen. Melting smiling handsome guy. I also approached the stunned Anggen. "The lion has always been number one in my heart, unlike you."

His white skin flushed instantly.

"Santuy, Nggen," I said as I circled around him and his girlfriend who I knew named Syala Yaya.

"Before a while, I remember Syala was dating a guy named Krishna. Is that ...?" muttered.

"Grand ... Anggen ... Krisna ...," I spelled the names of two women in front of me and the man they were in contact with.

"Thus ... Lord Krishna is the husband of both of you?" cercak.

"Former," explained Shala.

"Former Girlfriend to be exact" Anggen added.

"Thus ... Anggen married your widow, Shala?" I'm back to investigating.

"Stop!" Anggen stomped his feet while pursing his lips. "My Lord Krishna is my husband, my only husband, my only and forever. So never call me Lord Krishna's second wife!" reveal Anggen angrily and then walk away

Sheala was about to leave but she stopped her steps. "Mr Krishna my ex-boyfriend is different from Mr. Krishna's Anggen's husband."

Oops!

I shut my mouth because I misunderstood. I misunderstood Dion's words. Does Dion know this fact? Ah ... Dion's got a problem.

"What's the matter, actually?" asked Mr. Aryan to know what happened.

"Biasalah "About the Heart", sir," I explained as well as advertising in my own stall. Oops!

"The woman won't share, will she, if it's a matter of the heart?" asked Mr. Aryan after Shala went after Anggen.

"The woman wants to be first and only forever, sir. It seems like not only women, men are the same, too" I explained.

"I, no" I'm Mr. Aryan with a smile that melts the heart.

I stopped my steps in front of him. "Father must be happy, Father must be married. I'll help find the right woman" I said.

"Not for now, Sa! I haven't wanted to find your replacement in my heart" she explained.

"However, don't expect me, sir! You'll be hurt even more" I remember.

"Have it, you don't have to worry about my heart. Just let me be your friend, or your sister," he explained, re-picking the meatballs from the prick I still hold. "I'm even so happy to be eating meatballs like this, with you."