About the Heart

Burning Taste

All night, not even 5 hours I can close my eyes. But I think it is enough to abort the obligation to rest my soul and body. Time still shows at 04.00 WIB. The dawn has not yet arrived but it is very awkward if I choose to go back to sleep. I opened a flat object that I had ignored since Mama's phone before magrib yesterday. No message caught my attention. I finally chose to put it down just about anywhere.

I chose to go into the bathroom and soak in it. Relaxing everything that makes me stiff and fixated on problems that I should have solved long ago. Heart problems that eventually backfired on the decisions I had made.

I got out of the bathtub after almost an hour of pampering myself in the water. The warmth that I felt changed the coldness that burst out. I chose to warm myself by wearing my long jeans and black jacket. It seems like that is not enough, I still feel cold.

Turn the handle on the room door and walk towards the kitchen. Warm tea, that's all I want to gulp to warm me up. Not two steps into the kitchen, I saw Dion sitting behind the dinner table sipping a cup of drink that I don't know what it is.

Doubt permeates my mind, having to rush in or turn back a step. I haven't decided yet, a deheman blew my mind. And of course it makes me sure to continue. It means he wants me to be around him.

I sat myself in the chair opposite to him. At first glance I looked at his face and then briefly put my eyes on any direction. There was not yet a smile I could find engraved on her lips even though her bead gaze had already begun to soften.

"Tumben disposable jacket?" his question saw me wearing clothes I was very reluctant to wear, otherwise I really felt cold.

"I'm soaking up" I answered not yet daring to focus on his face.

"Drink this! Here no one can take care of you like Rud keeps his love for you" Dion quipped, waking up from his seat and leaving me alone in the kitchen.

What does it mean try? Gave me the remaining cup of tea and reminded me of Mas Rud. Is this a sign that he intends to release me back to him?

Without hesitation, I let the remaining tea in his cup drain my esophagus. Gives warmth that will spread throughout my body. No matter it was just leftover tea, I would definitely make sure that my race towards her was not the rest of the flavor I had for Mas Rud.

*****

Daydreams took me thinking far, setting the story on the turn of the wheel. The entire time that Dion spent accompanying me, would it be fair if I had to compare with the presence of Mas Rud who was only a moment away. Apart from the beauty of my meeting with her, but the painful ending why can't make me throw my feelings at her. Why am I so stupid, lulled by him who is present to incise wounds.

" Sir, is there a Dion?" the greeting voice of a beautiful woman who I thought was the same age as me, threw my mind at random.

I looked at the woman I didn't know very well. What relationship does he have with Dion? Why look for him this early?

"I'll call you for a minute, yeah! Sorry, whose name is Ma'am?" I asked for evidence.

"Say me, Shala! He knows me well, really," he said, which made a scratch of jealousy in my heart.

"Please sit down, Mother! I call Dion first" I said as I entered the house.

I immediately stepped inside towards Dion's room. My heart was sliced, the arrival of that woman seemed to have made me jealous. This time I found a woman approaching him. I just found out or is it just now? Whatever it is but my heart hurts. I'm not willing!

Knock on the door of the dark brown room. There was no answer even though I was repeatedly slapped.

"Come in, Sa! Dion never shakes the door when he sleeps again," orders Mami who happens to pass by sticking a flat object in her ear.

Hesitatingly, I pressed the door handle on her room. Unlike a thief, I slipped in and saw his sleeping face. Quiet and adorable, makes me not want to wake her. I still want to enjoy the beauty for a moment.

"Di, wakeup! Someone is looking for you" I said, shaking his arm.

Just squirm for a while and then fall asleep again. Funny, so funny! I want to see it every time I open my eyes. Filling my morning with the face of his pillow, it felt something I didn't want to miss.

"Well, are you here?" ask her with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

"From Shala," I then decided to leave immediately.

Suddenly he sat with his eyes perfectly open. Why is the name of Shala able to make him excited quickly? I don't think I'll accept it, so quickly did he get my replacement as his life's whimper?

Isha!

"I'm gonna take a shower, tell me to wait!" drop the message before I close the door to her room and leave.

I didn't answer that request. Where is there a fiancee who is a matchmaker, who is not sane? I put my feet together with my guts. "He's taking a shower, Ma'am. Tell me to wait he said," I explained with a germicidal expression. Berlakon seems to be a professional actress who hides her wounds behind a smile.

"You, the new maid here, huh? How did I just see you?" it was his asking that forced me to stop my steps to return home.

In my heart blabbering there is no stopping. He cursed with the sentence he had just uttered from his mind. An appearance capable of smashing three handsome men at once, kok thought a maid. Are your eyes healthy, Mom?

"Mbak-Mbak, make me coffee, dong!" his orders were without guilt.

Aseeem! I was called a maid, told to make some more coffee. I made a salty coffee by Sherylnya Marriage Order, kapok you, Ma'am!

I went to the kitchen without giving her a yes. I was worried if he would add the message of fried bananas chrispy, fresh bread with a sprinkling of heart-shaped messes, or crazy fried rice because of Dion's burning love.

Haisty!

Early in the morning my brain was forced to deal with jealousy. Is karma paid for? With sewot, I still present a special Rosa-style coffee to my beloved Madam Shala.

Once he set foot on the terrace where he was, apparently he was not alone. There is a Dion that is neat, fragrant, clear, kinclong, doormat like a dish that has been washed using moonlight. Haisty! Why advertise, anyway?

I saw them so familiar, joking, laughing until they were spinning. I started the fire of jealousy that started to burn. Did Dion intentionally do this in front of me?

"Mom, the coffee's not so, yeah. We want to go because," he said lightly no matter what efforts I made for him.

Only the smile I painted for him, whereas in my mind I had planned a cruel retaliation that might defeat the revenge Zeno had planned for the Vijaya family.

Aarrgghh!

Rosa is not to be found!

Especially that? Swinging spoiled on Dion's arm.

Isha!

Dion, you want revenge on me?

"It turns out that seeing someone else touch our lover is sick, huh, Sa?" said Om Septian who came out of nowhere.

What else is that phrase? Insinuations? or Insinuations? or insinuations? And I'm sure it's a satire.

"He was Shala Yaya, and Dion was the same. They were small, so familiar. Every time Dion comes home, that's it! Will continue here not return home. I think they will be a mate, it turns out that Dionnya chose another soul mate," explained Om Septian at length without me asking.

"She's the author of "Second Wife of Lord Krishna" I think it's an expression of her heart. She had prepared her heart to be Dion's second wife. You have to be careful, Sa!" remember Om Septian who makes me more sick.

Septian just passed from before me. "Beware, Sa, Mr. Dion Wijaya's Second Wife!" chirp Om Septian with his mischievous smile.

Just anyways, the talk of Si Om! I'm the first and only one for Dion! Did ya? Maybe true but was Dion also first for me? Of course it isn't? Is Dion the only one for me? I seem to doubt too. My heart is not entirely for him. And this again reminds me that my relationship is not good at the moment.

I took a deep and long breath. Given my problems there is no way out. Why am I still here if Dion doesn't think of me at all? When was the conversation Mami promised last night? Is Dion going to make a big decision?

*****

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