About the Heart

Anger

"Kris, will you?" I bargained as I approached her who was engrossed in front of her laptop.

My offer was ignored by my beloved sister. He was still engrossed with the screen in front of him. I don't take the dizzy behavior. I chose to pamper myself on the sofa and started to unwrap my gulaliku.

Booms!

I broke the plastic wrap by banging it exactly like the SD kid who was popping his elbow wrap. The sound caught Kristy's attention. In an instant he had already stolen my scroll

"Whose child, Ma'am?" search Kristy.

"The chickpeas on the front mango tree, tuh," I explained.

"That's a big whim," Kristy continued.

"Mistake it yourself, the time of the key, the tuyul, in the buyin gulali pink," he said.

"Mom, it's Mas Dion again, huh? How about this. What, where'd the gulali come from?" push Kristy while continuing the act of plucking her.

I saw my HP vibrating. "Dibeliin Mr. Aryan."

Hearing my explanation, Kristy immediately stopped eating and focused on seeing me. "In what order?"

"By Harvard, by the way" I replied casually.

"Ah, make-up, doang mode, tuh. Ma'am, don't be so close to Mr. Aryan, then Mas Dion is jealous!" advice my sister with a serious face.

"Yes," I replied, chewing on the gulali.

Mama who happened to pass by stopped her steps after seeing us were busy sharing the gulali. I didn't think Mama would try it.

"It still feels the same as you used to be, Sa," Mama said as she continued to chew.

"Times, anyway, Ma?" Kristy confirmed.

"Yes, Kris, your mother used to love eating gulali. Every night market must ask to be bought. Until your papa always takes you home when you meet on the road" Mama recalled.

"So miss Papa, deh, Ma," I started to melo.

"Originally don't miss the same who bought gulali, aja, Mbak," ledek Kristy.

"Indeed, who bought the gulali?" Mom is looking for answers.

"Sir Aryan" said Kristy.

Mama frowned. Remembering who the owner of the name Kristy just mentioned. Open the memory to find a name that is still so unfamiliar in his memory.

"Sir Aryan, your manager?" look at the next mom.

"Yes, Ma. Kristy believes that Pak Aryan has a crush on Rosa" added Kristy.

"Sa, you already have Dion. Don't get too close to other men. Take care of Dion's feelings and take care of your heart, too" Mama advised.

I stopped my cud. "Rosa is just the same as Mr. Aryan. Dion knows. Mr. Aryan also knew that Dion was my girlfriend. They're friends too, really, Ma," I explained at length.

"Male and female friendships are different. They could look pretty-fair but actually her heart was turbulent. You should be able to keep their distance and their feelings" Mama advised again.

"Yes, Ma," I kept Mama's advice in my mind.

*****

Breakfast, a routine I never missed. For me, breakfast is a mood injection that I should always take care of. I'm the kind of person who can't be hungry. But fortunately, my eating hobby was inversely proportional to my increase in weight. No matter how much I eat, my body is this way. That's what it's good for, so I.

"Kris, I went to the office, yeah," I told Kristy, who had just sat down.

"But, you drive, huh?" get Kristy.

"The funny thing is because it's crazy," I chanted.

"It's hard to deal with slackers" grumbled Kristy.

Even though I digress, I'm sure Kristy's happy that I'm driving her car. The direction of the campus and my office in line did not make us often leave together. He'd rather take my car. While I prefer riding taksol or ojol. I think it's more exciting, not boring.

While waiting for Kristy to finish breakfast, I chatted Dion. He seems so busy. Since last night, he hasn't contacted me at all. He was always busy offering to pick me up.

My chat containing the greeting word "Honey" has been sent. It's ticked two but it's not blue yet. After a while, my chat was read too. But also not getting a reply. Even until I was in the car for my trip to the office, my chat was ignored.

"Why, anyway, Ma'am, so manyun?" looky Kristy.

"My chats are in the read doang, but not in the same bales as Dion," my story goes.

"Nah lo, angry, times," Kristy's opinion.

"How about last night, Mommy,? Kristy reminded.

"It could be, too, Kris. Dion knows where to come from, try?" muttered.

"There's a prankster, kali, ma'am," said Kristy.

Perhaps, there will always be bad-hearted people among good-hearted people. The key is always to be kind to everyone because we do not know which one of them is abominable. "Later, I'll call him, again. Maybe he's on the road again."

Kristy turned her car into my office. "Sir Aryan, isn't there? I want to know what it's like."

"Do not know, you will have a crush," I said as I prepared to go down.

"Thank you, yes, no, ma'am. Here's to the snack," I'm giving you a piece of red paper I just picked up from my wallet.

"Later, I'll pick you up, again, okay?" kristy Tawal.

"No, I can't pay if every bell pays a hundred thousand" I joked.

Kristy chuckles. "Ah, I know, I will."

*****

DR. Art, a signboard engraved beautifully in front of the building that Dion used as his office. This three-story building has a unique design with calm colors, very artistic.Without doubt I step foot into the building. Passing through the wide glass door, I headed towards the reception desk.

"Good day, Mom! Can I help you?" a hijab-wearing woman asked me for my interest in visiting her office.

"His father Dion is there, Ma'am?" my many.

"Did you have an appointment?" ask the woman again.

"Yet, Ma'am," I replied.

"Sorry, Mother, Mr. Dion is very busy. If you want to meet there must be an appointment first," he said again.

How can I make an appointment, the person cannot be contacted. If there's any news from him, I won't come here.

"Please tell me first, Ma'am, if Rosa is looking for her" I asked somewhat forcefully.

The receptionist refused me. "Sorry, Mom, I'm meeting outside."

I finally decided to leave Dion's office. Disappointed? Sure is! Already defended nyamper to his office, even in vain. The lunch hour that I was willing to pawn for her, in fact only made my heart goosebumps.

I stopped my trip at the meatball shop next to Dion's office. "Just one meatball, Bang!"

While waiting for my order to come, I again tried to chat with Dion again. Unfortunately, I was ignored again. Even until my order came, there was no reply from him. Sebal!

"Eme, Mr. Dion is getting hotter, is it, huh?" a tomboy girl next to my desk started talking to a friend across from her chair.

The mention of Dion's name made my ears set on purpose to hear the next babble. Even though Dion's name was many but it seemed like the Dion they were talking about was my Dion, my handsome fiancee who was ignoring me. This is not just guessing, but the ID Card hanging around their necks has explained it all.

"Yes, this is my mood booster!" reply the pink veiled girl called Eme.

"Sir Dion has no girlfriend yet, huh?" the tomboyish girl again sniffed out information.

"According to the ribs, anyway, already have. But no one knows, his girlfriend is like how. You know what, Liska? obviously Eme.

"I don't even know anything, so it's you" said the tomboy named Liska.

"Don't you, Mr. Dion's girlfriend is so ugly, so it's hacked" Eme guessed.

"I guess," said Liska.

Hi .. hi ...! Mr. Dion's girlfriend is me, beautiful Rosa. How can you think I'm ugly?

Mr. Dion ... why am I so much more fun to enjoy the ghibahan of the centile girl?

Haisty!

I need to call Dion again. Where is he now?

I began to touch my HP screen which displays the numbers forming the Dion phone number array. Again and again he did not pick it up. So annoying. Suddenly my phone rings. Dion's name was engraved as his summoner.

"Where are you? I didn't go to your office. I didn't pick up the phone. I chat not reciprocated. If you're angry, don't let it!" after picking up the phone.

"I'll wait in my room!"

Tut-tut-tut!