About the Heart

Lousy

"You guys are so friendly, I'm so envious," a voice startled me. Spontaneously I allowed my eyes to come forward. The seats in my front row were perfectly twisted and we faced each other. Two pairs of different eyes of possession looked at me with different eyes. A pair of shady eyes narrowed in a smile and a pair of eyes with a cold look rained down right at my sight. They are!

Mr. Aryan

Mas Rud's

The deg!

Instantly my heart seemed to pause its beat. The oxygen supply to my brain stopped. My mind can't interpret what's in front of me. My breath was choked, it was a very bad situation for me. Facing the three men who have been coloring my day for the past few years, it really makes me unable to think.

"Eat, dear," Dion's words gave me a little energy to restore my wandering tribe.

With great difficulty, this fried noodle on my plate, trying to swallow. Weight ... heavy as it feels. I didn't have any interference with the presence of eyes that were opposite Dion, but I had a problem with the man right in front of me.

It's awkward!

Being in front of him, I don't know how I feel. A taste that I find difficult to describe. Not wanting me to look at his face, I avoided that sharp bead-eyed look. I choose to focus on eating my miku.

"Hey, Sa! Don't you want to offer me a meal?" mr. Aryan's chirps break the silence.

I wanted to answer but I remembered that the fiancee next to me was also jealous of Mr. Aryan. I finally chose to speed up the draining of my plate. "Ease, sir," I said later. This is the safest way to dampen jealousy while breaking stiffness.

"Dion, don't you intend to treat me?" Mr. Aryan seems to be a moderator, a communication liaison in the midst of the rigidity of this atmosphere.

"You're the one who should treat us all," Dion replied beginning to melt the atmosphere with a hint of his jest.

Amidst the conversation between Dion and Mr. Aryan, I stole a glance at the figure in front of me. I didn't think he was looking at me either. A few seconds we were glued together, staring at each other and letting our feelings just roll.

His sweeping gaze was still the same, washed away. I don't want to be like this, but I can't deny what happened. I flinched when suddenly my finger was held by Dion. I immediately turned my eyes. I look at Dion, he's still talking to Mr. Aryan. But I'm sure he realized what had just happened between me and Mas Rud, until he clasped my hand as a code.

Looking at me, I thrust it into my hand which was in Dion's grasp. It dawned on me that he was the man I wanted to take past the twists and turns of my romance. It was not the man before me who was already in the past. Yes ... painful past.

"Are you guys cold? From earlier I noticed always grasping each other," asked Mr. Aryan again softened the awkward atmosphere.

"I'm afraid of being left out, sir. I don't want to be alone" I replied insinuating Mas Rud.

I don't know why I could do that. Is this my way of venting anger at Mas Rud who had the heart to leave me without explanation? Or is it a signal that Dion will not leave me with these two men, especially Mas Rud. I myself do not understand, what feelings are raging in my heart.

I love Dion, I want to be with him. But, Mas Rud? Why should I be awkward in front of him?

"I, go to the toilet, first," I let Dion as soon as I finished my meal and drink. It felt so bad to have to share a breath with the three of them, especially having to hold their eyes before Mas Rud. I'm really tormented.

"What exactly am I going to the toilet for?" muttered.

Is it just to avoid it? Escape from the confines of excruciating feelings. What a coward of me. The confidence that I had always been fanning before Dion was why it had withered for a moment when Mas Rud was in front of me. I don't love him anymore! I assure you, but why is there such a crazy awkwardness?

Rosa .. ignore Mas Rud! Remember the promise you made to Dion. Not for the happiness of others, but for yourself. To prove that you can take care of your heart.

I exhale violently. Close your eyes for a moment to strengthen yourself. Strengthens an already strong heart but loosens slightly because of him. "I hate Mas Rud!" pekikku.

*****

Mr. Aryan PoV

"You guys are so friendly, I'm envious?" my words surprised you.

Apparently I was wrong, you guys are no longer surprised but bigger than that, you guys shok. More you, Rosa. And I realized it was not because of my presence but the presence of the man beside me, Rud.

I caught the murat of unrest on your face. How big a taste you have ever had that I could catch such a strong flare between the two of you. Kaku .. very stiff atmosphere. I can't find you who used to slip in front of me.

"Eat, dear," said Dion, who wanted to change your focus from Rud to the food on your plate.

Apparently your man also felt what I felt. Ah .. of course! Everyone can see it too. That's very obvious. I see you are trying very hard to set your heart. But I'm sure you have trouble doing it.

"Hi, Sa! Don't you want to offer me a meal?" I'm joking about breaking all of you're tension.

I wish there would be a certain loudness that you usually say when I tease you. But again I failed. Instead of answering, you are even as fast as lightning swallowing the remaining noodles. "Ease, sir." you said.

I forgot, Sa! Forgetting, if your man was not only jealous of Rud but also jealous of my presence. Me? Should he be jealous of me? If you think I'm just a friend, nothing more.

"Dion, don't you intend to treat me? I'm growing myself tonight to be a moderator, a communication liaison so there's a buzzing atmosphere not a piercing frost.

"You, who should treat us all," your lover replied with a slight smile that he forced.

Yes ... yes .. yes ... I can do that! Not just buying. Even I can buy your love of the Rosa, if I've lost my mind. However, you can rest easy, I am still sane enough to be able to maintain my dignity.

Love is not something that can be earned with money. Perhaps a lot out there, a woman who is willing to pawn her love for luxury. But that doesn't happen to your roses. She is a woman who glorifies love over matter. And that's the special thing about your woman, the woman I really want even though I know it's just a dream. There is nothing wrong with a dream. I'm free to dream as long as I have to be aware that if I wake up, then the dream is a dream. The sleeping flowers will wither and die.

In the middle of my conversation with your man, I actually realized that you and Rud were stuck in telepathy. Your eyes are united, your heart is talking about the taste that is still stored. In ... it may be too deep in your feelings that your eyes and heart alone can pour out the feelings that once existed and have not completely disappeared.

I also catch that this man in front of me is actually aware of what's going on between the two of you. It's just that he pretended he didn't know. He kept talking to me. But the gesture can't lie to me. He clasped your hand tightly. I know he's reminding you that right now, he has you, not the man you're looking at.

"Are you guys cold? From now on I've been watching you guys keep holding hands," I said to soften the tension.

"I'm afraid of being left out, sir. I don't want to be alone" you answered, sounding ambiguous in my ear.

I'm sure Dion won't leave you. His love is so great I can feel. Even I, as a man, gave him an applause for it. Then ... Who will leave you? Will or has it? Oh ... I know now! Apparently it was Rud who had left you. So stupid of him! Whatever the underlying reason, I judge he has made a big mistake in making that decision. Because all I can catch is not just you getting hurt but he's the same.

It is a circle of love that confuses me. What exactly is it between you, Dion and Rud?

"I'm going to the toilet first," suddenly you want to leave the three of us.

This is the situation I was waiting for. What's gonna happen next? I want to hear what you're gonna talk about.