About the Heart

I Choose Him

Morning is not perfect. Mentari was still shy to say hello. Dew hanging on the edge of the leaves, accompanied me who was breathing fresh air.

"Tumben is alone, where's your future husband?" Mr. Aryan was suddenly in front of me with sweat droplets playing on his forehead.

I'm shaking. "Sporting abusers, sir?" I asked because I saw him sweating in the morning blind.

"Yes, the air is very high. I feel like I'm in love with Jogja" I'm Mr. Aryan.

"Cie .. somebody's in love, just in love, nih," my god.

"Yourselves?" tanyanya seraya.

Ignore it! By the way, I never put it in my heart if it came out of Mr. Aryan's mouth. It's different if the one who said it was Mas Rud. His closeness made me rethink to talk sensitive things with him.

"When are you going to Jakarta?" tanyanya.

"Not yet to know, sir. I followed Dion's schedule. Don't fire me, yes, if the cut is late," I said pleading.

"And you, what can I do?" she glanced at me with her sweetest smile.

Jleb isn't that right, anyway?

"Sir, when are you back?" aska I want to know.

"Later tonight, my plane takes off at nine. I'm saying yes now, yes. We're afraid we won't see each other, "seriously.

I smiled sincerely. "See you at the office, sir!"

"I will always be waiting for you!"

Ddrrtt-ddrrtt-drr!

The HP vibration in Mr. Aryan's pants pocket made us stop chatting. He immediately picked up the phone. The look on his face was serious, there might be some important news he had just received. "I'll stay, yeah, Sa!" He hurriedly left after he finished receiving the call. Looks a little serious but his smile never miss greeting me.

*****

Arrki's babbling sound from the living room made me not go into the room and choose to greet him. Apparently that pretty baby, just finished a shower. The baby-scented bushes lurk, playing in my sense of smell.

"Arrki's really funny, anyway, Ma'am. Later, aunty must be kangen," I said while watching her who was smiling.

"Main to the house, dong, Auntie!" have Mbak Sharika explore the role of her cute baby.

A pink kebaya with short-sleeved pieces and a short-skirt batik fabric in the choose Mbak Sharika to wear the princess. That cute Arrki is becoming even more adorable. I pinched his pierced cheek. "I'll force Dion, ma'am! Let's go to the house, Mommy."

"Sa, you can ask, right?" Sharika hesitated to ask.

My feelings are a little bad, it seems like there will be a question whose answer is a little difficult to express. "What do you want to ask, Mother?"

"Rud ...? You guys ...?" sharika's questions have been paused many times.

Right, guys? Hmmm ... all started to be able to read the odd puzzle arrangement of our attitude. It happened, maybe because I couldn't make a show, just tricked my face when I confronted him. I told you I'm not a good actress to pretend. Ah .. Yes, no mistake I did. I didn't betray Dion.

"He's Rosa's ex, Ma'am. Ex who can not move on," explained Dion who was out of nowhere listening to our conversation.

Sister Sharika sighed. As if he wanted to get rid of a feeling he wanted to let go. "I had expected, Rud's eyes couldn't lie. He harbors a sense of more than just former superiors. I can feel that he still loves you. Did he pull it back?"

Exact Target. All of Sharika's thoughts no one misses. Somehow he could read as accurately as that. If he could read Mas Rud's mind, I think he could also clearly read what was on my mind. Isn't that an alarm to be honest? A lie will never make him believe, nor am I a good liar.

"Yes, Ma'am," to be honest.

"How are you feeling?" Sharika continued her question and answer session.

The atmosphere became tense for me. It is not easy to express my feelings about Mas Rud, especially to Ma'am Sharika, my fiancee's sister. Choosing the wrong sentence will be fatal.

"Arrki, come with Om, yuk!" Dion took his niece from the Mother's sling and stayed away from the two of us.

"You, still love her, Sa?" Story, aja! Think of this Mbak as your friend, ignore if Dion is my sister," Sharika said as she clasped my hand.

"Dion has helped me overcome the pain of Mas Rud, Ma'am. I don't know why, lately he's come again. He left when I was in love with him but I'm sure it's just a memory for now" I told him.

"I know Rud well, Sa. We've been friends since college, three of us, me, him and Rendra. Rud that when he loved someone, he would not let go without a good reason. Exactly with Dion, the unyielding warrior of love. That's why I'm worried that he'll shake your wedding plans," sounded the tone of the long story that Sharika's sister revealed.

"I don't know anymore, how to get him to step down. I told you that I wanted to marry Dion but still, I didn't change anything" I said, sighing deeply.

"Mister Sharika smiled. "May your feelings not waver because of Rud, I pray that you mate with my sister. I know how much love and affection he has for you. You are his life."

"Yes, we take a shower, yuk! Mumpung Arrki there is a guard," asked Mbak Sharika.

"Ready, future sister-in-law, he-he-he ..," I said.

*****

My body is wrapped in kebaya with a typical batik cloth Jogja. The flawless makeup I chose to complete my appearance this time. Actually I don't like to dress up if it's not for the office or there's an event like this right now.

The time is still not even at nine in the morning but I have finished getting ready to watch the ijab qabul Maya and Mas Rendra event which will be held at ten.

"Are you beautiful, my dear?" god Dion from behind the door of my room that was slightly opened by her.

"Stop! I want to go out, you don't have to come in" I asked.

Better to be a victim. That's my own amendment proverb. So nervous! I said so brightly, I can guess what would happen if I let him into the room. Moreover, he has started teasing me, surely the continuation is .... Guess yourself, ajah!"

I hurried out before he stepped inside. "Kok, you're not ready yet, Di?"

"Cowok is easy, just change clothes, really. Kan, I took a shower. If it's handsome like this, it doesn't need a lot of polish," the more insolence.

"It's good if you don't need a polish, so no one will be looking" I chanted.

"Are you getting possessive, honey?" Dion teased me again.

I was alone with my camera. Heeded the question I didn't think I needed to answer. Possessive? The huft! Which girl can tease him? His handsome face that I can not look will be an attraction for every woman who sees it. However, he who is only interested in teasing me, at least it is a keyword that makes the word possessive and jealous does not need to be in my romance dictionary with him.

Am I overconfident? What if it turns out that Dion is playing behind my back with a lot of women? How about ...?"

"Don't selfie! The photo was both, yes," Dion took my HP and instead went in style.

"Ih .. I want to selfie, aja!" my tukas.

"Make what? Want to get the attention of another guy? Let's count singles, huh?" seloroh Dion is full of accusations.

"What? I put the photo together is also still glimpsed by guys, really," I explained lightly.

"If so, take a picture of me, dong! I want to look at girls too" said Dion.

I pulled her body closer to me. "Enak, aja! Us, photo two!"

The cup!

A kiss on my cheek coincided with the sound of the camera taking a photo.

"Send to me" she asked after seeing the photo.

"You, yes," I muttered in response to his sudden kiss.

"Me, why?" he asked innocence.

"Make me love you more" I kissed her left cheek.

But it seems he even deliberately turned his face so that my kiss shifted right on his lips.

I gasped to realize I had misdirected. Stand and slightly widen the eyes.

"Do you want to continue or skip first?" dion asked with his mischievous smile.

The shortened distance really made me feel the roar of his breath. Warm and voluptuous. For a moment I was hypnotized.

"Not yet legitimate, don't be naughty!" mami's voice grabbed Dion's ear and dragged him away from me.

*****

Are you confused about choosing one of the 3 cogans who love Rosa? If you are confused, relax! Don't think too much, yeah!

Mending read the text author novel, guaranteed exciting, more exciting and very exciting than the story of Rosa and her 3 bucin.