About the Heart

Removing Traces

"We, where are we going?" ask Dion from his chair.

"Married," my dream.

"You, don't joke around" Dion said with a flat expression.

I looked at him sniffly. "If you don't believe me, shut up!"

"Where can I shut up, if you want to force me to get married" he said.

"I'm just taking the promise you just made" I said.

"I'm going to marry you but this is not the way" Dion said.

"I, you want it to be like this" I answered briefly.

The awkward atmosphere that was happening at home, was inversely proportional to the situation here, in the Dion car that I was carrying. This time I told Dion to sit back while I was driving. I'm gonna take him somewhere. I want this fight in silence to be over soon. I'm tired of being ignored and I miss being noticed. I'm tired of being lonely, my day without Dion feels dead.

"His focus, look ahead, don't look at me!" remember Dion.

"Don't beGRan! I just don't want you to run away" I'm.

"If I run away, you will get my car" replied Dion.

"If so, you run away," I continued.

Dion turned his body towards me. "If I run away, you want Aryan, that's it! No! I'll stay here!"

Amenities .. geli ..geli ...

I want to laugh when I see his behavior. Still jealous with Mr. Aryan, in my heart does not hold any taste for him. Just friends, nothing more. But I understand, for a lover, all the opposite sex partners are rivals. Always have to be careful!

"Don't speed! I still want to enjoy my world's paradise" Dion recalled.

Holy hooch! That guy really, yeah. His perverted mind knew no situations and conditions. He said he was jealous, but he was a pervert. If women rejuvenate feelings, do men deify pictors? OMG!

I wrote the lyrics of the man beside me. From the corner of my eye, I could see his face still flat. There was no sweet smile that melted.

"Either, this I hastened the process to the heaven of your world, that is," I replied paused by my thoughts.

Quiescent. Dion didn't answer anymore. Until I turned my car around in a parking lot and stopped there. He still has no comment. "Come, down! You want heaven, right?"

"What kind of paradise can one get here?" his gerrick.

After pulling the car keys, I got out. I saw Dion in front of the car. I'll hold Dion's hand immediately. "Come, spoil me!"

I kept holding his hand through the streets that lay in front of us. "Buy me gulali!" my door.

"For what? I don't want to buy something that anyone else has bought" he refused.

"To erase any trace of your jealousy towards Mr. Aryan. Yesterday he bought me a gulali so now buy me a gulali too. Let what I remember is you're not him" I'm obviously expanding.

Facing the jealousy of a man like Dion, can not just talk. Must be with real action. If it is romantic, you need to be more romantic. If he is attentive then you should be more attentive. If he's a pervert then you guys should be more perverted. Guaranteed his perverted mind will freeze. Disband! Amby!

"In that case, I'll buy you all the gulalis that are here. In order to keep your memories always of me," Dion began to race.

"Don't be a lebay, come on!" I went back to Dion's hand after Dion paid for my gulaliku.

"Was Aryan yesterday also you're this kind of prankster?" tanyakanya.

"Yesterday I was hugged by Mr. Aryan," I smiled smirk.

Without waiting for the second to change, Dion had already embraced me and I saw a faint smile on his lips. And I also smiled triumphantly. My mode slowly managed to tear down his residence.

"Keeping you is easy, huh, Di?" ejekku lightly.

"I would be a victim of your deception if what you deceive is my heart" he admitted with an ever-increasing smile.

Stopped in front of the meatball wagon and flashed a smile in front of Dion. I raise both eyebrows. "This is what makes my fiancee jealous."

"Bang, two pricks, yeah! the pedes," I asked.

I gave my gulaliku to Dion, as soon as the brother stretched out a pack of meatballs to me. I greeted Dion with a smile. "If yesterday Mr. Aryan had a meatball in my hand, you thought he was going to kiss me then now I'm the one who bribed you. Do you think I'll kiss you?" godaku's.

Dion plays with his mouth and lips. Exhaling his breath with agitation. Sweat began to peek at his forehead.

"I'm crazy, you're doing it on purpose?" he said while taking a bottle of cold mineral water sold near a meatball vendor.

I also gave money for the mineral water that Dion took. After I saw Dion starting to break free from the spicy taste that attacked him, I sat down next to him. "The meatball was the stick, not as much as your jealousy towards me, dear," I whispered in his ear.

"Are you also whispering like this with Aryan?" he said as he looked at me with an increasingly friendly expression.

"The more you ask, the more jealous you will be" I mocked him, smiling.

Dion gulped back his mineral water. "What were you two doing last night?"

I pulled her hand again, leading her to walk again. "Follow the path I've prepared!"

"Stand here and eat your meatballs, again!" my orders after taking Dion to the Anggen crash site yesterday.

"You must not underestimate my power. You've never tried it" said Dion again grabbing the meatballs prick in my hand.

"Yes, try it! Spend it!" my challenge.

"Omong doang is called hoaks" I continued.

Dion started eating his meatballs. One, two and probably will spend it. Not because I liked his meaty taste or started to be friendly with his spiciness but because I doubted his strength.

"It turns out, you're strong too, huh?" praise me after Dion didn't leave that meatball in his mouth.

"I'm stronger than you think. Then, what did Aryan do after finishing his meatballs?" Dion found out.

"Sir Aryan did not spend the meatballs," I said lightly.

"In that case, why should I spend it?" Dion started to growl.

"Congratulations, you got a prank, honey! Ha-ha-ha ..," I laughed.

Dion grabbed me and pinched my nose. "Why are you getting naughty? As punishment, you must treat me!" say then.

"I don't bring money" I explained.

There was no money or wallet I had. I left my HP at home. Ohya ... HP! I didn't know I was out with Dion. I suddenly took Dion away without a chance to say goodbye. They must be worried.

"In, call Kristy, dong! Tell me we're out for a second. Fear is sought" I asked Dion.

"My HP is also behind," said Dion, raising his hands in a gesture of not being able to do anything.

"Well, how's dong?" i'm rattled.

"Quiet, aja! Mama wouldn't worry about her daughter being kidnapped because Mama knew that I was the one who was looking for you" she explained.

That's right, too, Dion said. Kristy also knew that Dion was visiting. So if I disappear, it'll be with him. My family believed in Dion. In the past, when she and I were not in a relationship, Mama could trust me to Dion during the hospital stay. Especially now that our relationship is one step away from marriage.

"Tell me, what happens next after that kiss?" pinta Dion after we chose to sit down lesehan while waiting for the grilled corn that Dion ordered.

"Backed by Anggen because you said he was Mr. Krishna's second wife" I told him.

Dion was surprised to hear my story. "I was just joking. Yesterday I said that because I just bought you a novel by Syala Yaya entitled "Second Wife of Lord Krishna". Everything just happened until the words were said."

"Your jokes aren't on time, honey. Anggen's husband also happened to be named Krishna. That's why he's raging" I explained.

Dion smiled smirkingly. "I'm sorry, honey! You're okay, aren't you?"

"Luckily there was Mr. Aryan, he stood up for me. He said Anggen was wrong to accuse me and him of cheating. He assured me he was my brother" I explained.

"Sister? The brother who holds the love?" Dion started to sniff again.

"Don't be jealous! Still mending he said brother, if he says my girlfriend, you will be jealous again," my lead.

"I still don't like him claiming to be your brother" he grumbled.

I shook my head. "Come, let me ride the bianglala," my whine while pulling his hand to stand up immediately.

"How's the point?" reject Dion.

I keep pulling it. "Let's go back again."

Dion finally complied. Follow where I lead without complaining.

"Did you ride this yesterday too?" ask Dion later.

"Of course not" I replied firmly.

"Then why are you taking me?" ask again.

Bianglala stopped and invited the people who were going up. I also took Dion's hand to get into the blue carriage. Slowly the tree walked. Up and closer to the top. I sat opposite Dion. Staring at his eyes that increasingly show the look of shade.

"You want to know why I'm riding this ring to take you, not Mr Aryan?" my many.

I don't wait for Dion's answer because I actually want to straighten this out, not to find an answer he wants to hear my story or not.

"I want to make a new trail with you" I said, taking his fingers for me to hold.

"Our journey of love is like the rotation of this ringleader. Always goes with a lot of stories. Sometimes below but will also arrive at the highest point. You used to chase me and I always ignored you. Now I don't want you to ignore me for a second. I want you to always be next to me. Through all these stories. And I want all of that to go through just with you, Di. Not Mr. Aryan or anyone else."

Dion shifted his body to get closer to me. Alhasih the carriage swayed a little. "Always beside me though sometimes my belief in your loyalty shakes a little. Trust me, if all my jealousy is there because of the magnitude of my love for you, dear. I love you, always love you, and will still love you."

"I love you too ... Mr. Aryan, uh ..," I replied with a mischievous smile.

Dion pinched my nose again. "Don't keep teasing me."

"I love you so much ... Mas Dionku," I stared at his shady eyes.

He slid forward and then kissed me on my forehead. "Always call me that, I love it."