About the Heart

Photos That Speak

"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!"

"You guys don't date, all right! I'm looking forward to taking photos together" Om Septian has ruffled his waist on our deck.

Apparently true, if people are dating the world seems to belong to both. I proved it myself, because it was so fun to chat until we were unaware of the presence of Om Septian. Dion was too beautiful for me to ignore and my focus on the world around disappeared while I was with her. As if I was hypnotized by his charm.

I immediately kept my distance from Dion. Feeling ashamed of being caught red-handed is blending hearts in love. While Dion was indifferent, not a single shred of his body shifted from before me.

"Have a beautiful girlfriend to turn to, Om? Take it easy," chirped Dion without feeling awkward.

The cup!

Suddenly, Dion kissed me on the soft cheek. His smile was deliberately exhibited to make his omnya hotter.

"Basic, senseless pounding. Om will also want to," grumbled Om Septian as he moved his legs.

"Come on!" take Om Septian before you walk out the door.

I immediately got up from my seat. Taking a step forward, so as not to be held back by Dion with his efficacy. Dion followed my steps. Climbed when suddenly my ears were swept away by the warm breath and the sound of the pot.

"You're making me less distant from you."

I stopped my steps and looked towards him. "Distance from here to Maya deket, dear! If you keep mombalin me, we can mengampek next year."

I saw him smile, and I stepped back to leave him.

"This is what we're waiting for!" said Mas Rendra.

Everyone turned to us in the direction of our arrival. Their views are like paparazzi that catch a cheating partner wet and are ready to make it headlines. Questions ready to rain on us.

"Marry me, Bro! Why do you keep on being friendly?" sindir Mas Rendra's.

Mas Rendra's mouth has no filter. In front of a big family. I'll be embarrassed and awkward. Unlike his cousin who is shameless and unyielding.

"I represent you" Dion replied lightly.

"The hunt just legalized them, Ma'am yu!" father Mas Rendra's Advice to Mami.

My mom smiled and saw me. "You want me to marry Siri first. My son is looking forward to tasting the first night."

Is this Mommy? Their families, yes. Bluntly everyone. Tasting that first night, right? Ah ... taboo once discussed, especially in this crowd. Really skinned me all out. I feel like I want to practice the disappearing science that I saw in Jinny Oh Jinny's soap opera. The shame!

All I could do was hide behind an awkward smile.

"Good idea, Mi. Soon enough, yeah!" Dion felt he had found a way to smooth his perverted action.

"Later tonight, we marry them! Come on, let's take a family photo, first!" Mas Rendra's father cut off the chain of successful chats leaving me pinched in shame.

Eyang, Father and Mother, Dion and family and also Om Septian looking for a suitable position to pose. After getting direction from the photographer, finally get some photos with a complete family member formation.

"Replace Eyang and Om Septian, photo with the bride," Father said as he directed Eyang towards his position next to Mas Rendra. Om Septian stood beside Maya.

The whole family, alternately taking pictures with the bride. Capturing an important moment in the life of Mas Rendra and Maya. Now it is the turn of the Wijaya family, the Dion family. And how honorable that I was invited and became part of the family that is still my family candidate.

"Wedding, come on, same photo of the bride!" Om Septian guides the next photo session.

"This morning you are the bride, tonight we will be the newlyweds" exclaimed Dion casually in front of Mas Rendra.

"The bride of the umpteenth night" said Mas Rendra.

"Gak 'pa 'pa 'pa umpteenth night, the important name is always the first night," continued Dion while posing with his best smile.

Czechoslovakia!

We got off the boat. Alternate with the Maya family. I chose to join forces with Mbak Sharika and Mas Dito. Baby Arrki was enjoying her afternoon napkin, so was left at home with Rini's mother, her nanny.

"When are you back in Jakarta? Ma'am, aja, yuk!" tawak Ma'am Sharika.

"Dion hasn't said it yet, ma'am. When will you come back?" I changed asking.

"Saturday afternoon we just returned, Sa," replied Mrs Sharika.

"You're moving into Dion's office, all right! Why have a prospective husband boss if you work in another office," proposed Mbak Sharika who is owned by Mas Dito.

Dion also chimed in. "He doesn't want to work with me, Mom. He wants to spread the charm of Aryan."

"Ish ... Don't slander you, Di!" grumbling.

Who wants to throw charm? If I wanted to, I wouldn't have to work at Dion's. Mending I helped Mama in the company that Papa left behind. That's not the reason, I just want to work according to the passion I have.

"But Aryan is full of charm, mature and calm" said Mbak Sharika who was glared at by Mas Dito and Dion. "But my love is only for you, dear," explained Sister Sharika later to dampen Mas Dito's jealousy.

"Sir, I'm praising my rival, anyway" said Dion.

Ma'am Sharika only smiled triumphantly as she managed to make the two men burn with jealous flames. "When are you back in Jakarta?" Sharika's mother repeated her question aimed at Dion.

"When do you want, my dear?" dion asked while confirming the location of my wind-blown hair.

"It's up to you, but don't take long. I have to get back to work" I explained.

Dion was willing to answer but was stopped because he had to pick up his ringing phone. He moved away from us in search of a place that wasn't too noisy. Meanwhile, Sister Sharika also passed because baby Arrki woke up. Stay me and Mas Dito, confused about what to talk about. Because we just got to know him here. He also tends to be quiet. Fortunately Dion soon returned so that this awkwardness could be overcome.

"Dion!" Call Om Septian in a loud voice while waving your hand.

Sontak Dion walked to meet the Omnya. He came back to me shortly. "Photo again, yuk!"

"Again?" manya curious.

Without waiting for my approval, Dion took my hand and walked towards the guarantee. "That same photo as Maya! Let's be able to miss the picture."

Don't ask me if I want to! I certainly won't turn it down. Dozens of pictures we managed to get. Start a graceful photo, Anggen until Tya Gunawan there, Eh ...

"Replace, dong! You two rest first! It's time for a handsome man to make memories" said Mas Rendra.

At first it was his own photo. Then invite his cousin to collaborate. Om Septian is just as narcissistic, follow the photo of three. Suddenly Mas Rendra called Pak Aryan and Mas Rud to take a photo together. Melting, five handsome men flaunt charming poses.

"I want to have it all, huh, Sa?" maya's faint murmur rang out in my ear.

"Hu uh, God's creation is too beautiful to waste" I replied.

The plot!

Tell Maya that I miss so much to land right in my head. I rubbed while grumbling. "It hurts, you know!"

"You want those two men beaten up by Mas Dion?" remember Maya.

"Let's be exciting" I replied with a chuckle.

"Hi, girls! Join here we photograph memories of Dh. Satya!" call Mas Rendra.

Dh. Satya is our printing company. This means the one who will be the Bride, me, the manager and the former manager. The five? It doesn't seem like a good situation to me.

Dion, where is he? I was wailing but I couldn't find him.

"Dion again received the phone, safe," whispered lirih Mas Rendra as if answering a question that was struggling in my brain.

Be safe!

Why should the word safe be chosen? As if I would do something wrong. Did taking pictures with them include prohibited acts as well?

"Two women flanked by men yes, let it be nice to see! Bride on the edge ain't 'pa' right, huh?" the Photographer's Directions.

Mas Rendra brandished his thumb, no problem with the idea of the photo taker.

Finally, this is the position created. Mas Rendra, Maya, Mr. Aryan, Me and Mas Rud. What heaven is the world to me, flanked by two handsome men who put their hearts on me. The heaven of the world? It might soon turn into a burning hell.

"Rapetin, Ma'am, Ma'am!" the photographer ordered me and two men flanking me. Mr. Aryan still gave me a safe distance, but Mas Rud snuggled tightly to me. Unfinished I was bothered by his actions, he also wrapped his right hand around my waist.

"Ready, yeah!" camera ready.

Czechoslovakia!

Exactly, just as I looked into his eyes because of the gimmick of his hand on my waist. Stare at each other and get caught on camera. Oh, this is outside of me.

His gaze was extremely shady, as if talking about a deep wound. A burning feeling, wanting to be expressed but something that makes it stop being said. A sense that only the heart can understand that once intertwined.