About the Heart

No you to me

The cling!

A WA message went to my HP.

An anonymous number, so I can catch from the notification that passes at a glance on the top screen.

I let it go in some time. I wanted to leave it alone but my heart was certain that it came from Mas Rud. Given his grim expression after being given Eyang's wobble, there must be something he wanted to convey. I'm galau. If I let it go, I'm curious but if I open it, I know I'll get more curious. I consider what steps I should take.

I finally couldn't deny that I had to prove my heart. Is that really from him?

In the afternoon I will return to Jakarta.

The message only refers to three men. Mr. Aryan was immediately eliminated, because this morning he had said his plane would take off at nine o'clock in the evening. Second, of course Dionku. But it also went off the list of suspects. Why is he talking that way, through WA again? The only person who was the culprit was Mas Rud, as per my guess earlier.

One question answered. The next question is Why did he suddenly return to Jakarta? Was it because of that incident? Or is there something else going on?

"I reply or not, yes?" I was stuck in the first step I took. I got wet so I better take a shower. Free to open and read if not answered.

My fingers began to get busy picking out one letter at a time, putting together a word and ending up in two syllables "I give". Will type the next word but someone came to surprise me.

"Cock, surprise, anyway? I just called your name softly" whispered Dion in my right ear.

My reflex turned off my HP and smiled to cover my abnormal heartbeats. Apparently Dion caught my unusual gelagat.

"Can I see it?" dion's pinta was soft-pitched but sounded piercing in my ear.

I hesitated, but I finally handed it to him. Dion turned on that HP, and briefly then returned to hand it to me.

"You want to go back to Jakarta too, later in the afternoon? I asked after reading the message.

"Of course, no" I answered honestly.

"Then, why do you look nervous, honey? dion asked as he wiped away the sweat spots that started playing on my forehead.

"I'm just surprised you came all of a sudden" I reasoned.

"really?" Dion grabbed my chin and lifted it so that a straight line between my eyes and his eyes was drawn.

"If you're this close, I get more nervous, Di," I said, taking my eyes off her soft but blasphemous bead.

"Why are you getting nervous?" Dion brought himself closer to me, not just his face.

I'm getting the wrong way. It felt like Dion was intentional to examine my feelings more deeply. Does he still doubt my feelings for him? Or am I not one hundred percent sure of him? Could he also read if I was still a gamelan?

I let go of my breath. "I just want to know why he left me" I'm honest.

"For what?" he still has the same position.

"I feel like I'm still curious, I want to forget her perfectly, Di" I said.

"Would you know, you could forget it perfectly? Or will you just leave me to go back to him?" dion's voice is serious.

I don't know. I also don't understand why I wanted to know what was going on. It seems that my heart is not fully willing if he just leaves me. Especially now that he was so happy to return. Back when I found a replacement.

"I'll stay by your side no matter what reason he gives, Di. I've chosen you and I won't back down. This relationship has gone a long way, there is no way I stop in the middle of the road" I explained.

Dion grabbed me into his arms. A hug that was so warm and seemed unwilling to escape. "I don't let you relate to him anymore even if only to find out why he left you. I can give in to anything else but for this matter I can't. Forgive me, if I'm being selfish about Rud," Dion closed his words with a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I can't speak anymore. The one thing he wanted me to fulfill was the one thing I wanted to know. Something very difficult for me to decide. But I still have to choose.

"I'm sorry, Di," beg me for everything I've done to her.

For the long time you spent fighting for my love. For the patience you have when dealing with my constancy. To my heart that there is still a gap to another name. For the doubts I should have cast. And for a taste I haven't yet confirmed for you.

"Don't keep saying sorry to me, honey. I'm the one who should apologize for my selfishness. It forces you to forget someone you might not be able to forget. I realized how our story began. Understand very well how you feel born for me. But now I am your owner. And I know, I'm a very stubborn owner. He will be your first, but I will make sure that I will be your last. Please forgive your possessive lover, yes, dear!" dion said as he held me back into his arms. A gentle kiss was unceasingly jolted at the top of my head.

I submerged my head into the chest of his field. Give up the heart that he has. Melt down a little bit of the still-silent flavor not for him.

He lowered his eyes to look me in the eye. " Hmm."

"What if I can't finally forget Mas Rud?" I don't know why I asked the problem I should have been asking.

"Does that mean you're not happy with me? Until there's still him in your heart" Dion said.

"I don't know, I don't understand my own heart. I was obviously hurt but why am I still curious about him" I said.

"If I let you go, will you be happy?" suddenly the words came out of Dion's mouth.

I immediately lifted my body. Let go of her embrace and put my index finger on her lips. I shook my head at a sign I didn't want something I just heard. "I told you, don't let go of me! I'm happy with you, too happy. I was afraid that I would be happy alone. Are you happy with me? Are you happy even though you know I still can't completely forget it? What ...?"

My lips change when she touches them with her index finger. "If I wasn't happy with you, I would have chosen another woman who came to offer me love."

"Woman, another?" I asked with a frown.

"Hmmm," Dion simply replied with a mutter.

"Who?" I was too curious not to ask the women that Dion had just mentioned.

"Betty La Fea, Esmeralda, Paula-Paulina, Marimar, ...," Dion said lightly.

"They're all aunts, honey. Are you starting to like mature women now?" my chirps began to lose jealousy and switch feelings of competitiveness.

He could have juxtaposed me with a middle-aged woman whose skin was no longer elastic. What is he looking for by leaving me and choosing them?

Aarrgghh!

"Why? They're experienced, honey." he said without guilt.

"The experience is only a matter of time, everything can be learned. I can be even more experienced than them, if I want to learn." I always don't want to be considered innocent.

"Come, study now! I was the best teacher. Handsome and without pay. And that's definitely satisfying," massive Dion promo.

"If you were his teacher, who would I practice with? Mr Aryan?" I just mentioned a name.

"I am, why do you dare say his name in front of me?" dion began to get jealous.

"Because he's the only guy near me you don't get jealous of" I explained.

Dion pinched my nose without taking it off immediately. "I'm silent doesn't mean I'm not jealous."

"If it were Rud?" suddenly the name just came out of my pronunciation.

"I told you I was selfish about him. Don't lure my emotions. Don't you know, what if my jealousy peaked?" the pronunciation is relaxed but firm.

It gave me goosebumps, considering how she was burned jealous at the time. His apartment witnessed something that happened for the first time, a kiss on the lips. I shook my head, not wanting it to happen again.

"We're meeting the newlyweds, yuk! We've long since abandoned them" ask me to seek the safety of the body's soul.

"Come on! We're playing newlyweds!" dion said with a smile.

A pinch I gave to his thigh. "Don't keep bawdy, halalin first!"

*****

This time the author bashfully wanted to promoin them, in their own right, more women than the author ABOUT HEART, he-he