About the Heart

Can't Lie to Each Other Any More

Dion PoV's

The cold war between us I never thought could be this severe. Victims of the selfishness of two hearts, me and you, it feels like they have fallen into the category of severe and may not be saved. I was the one who started, hoping you could understand what I really wanted. Forgetting it, discarding all the remaining flavors that were still labeled his name. But why in the end it is me you want to forget.

My heart is actually no longer strong enough to hold tight. Want me to scream, that I revoke the word break that I had offered and you bought it with a high price, my regret. But somehow my selfishness won the resistance of my little heart that wanted to stop this immediately.

Sick, it hurts too much to see you saying goodbye. Want to hold you in my arms and touch my lips on your lips so you don't say that word anymore. Really, I hate to hear it.

"Rosa go in, go in there!" rendra's orders are still hesitant to do so.

I was still nailing, not getting out of my seat. Still confused, what would I say if I met you. As if the words I used to say to you, just vanished. Unbelief reigns in my heart.

"Have it, don't be strong-witted! We all know that you "mend roso" chirps Om Septian who I confess to the truth.

"Come, let's go, aja! Some refused the fragile," sob Rendra stood up and left his seat.

"Darling, let's go in the room! Who knows to inspire," Rendra quipped as she reached out her hand and was greeted by Maya. They also chose to go home.

It's just me and Om Rendra here.

"Come in!" command Om Septian for the umpteenth time.

"What sparked your anger at him? Rud? What fatal mistake did they make that made you give up?" cerca Om Septian so I never obeyed his orders.

Your mistake? Endless love, that's a mistake I can't really blame. Because love is never wrong, it's just that it comes at the wrong time.

"Fooling behind your back?" ask Septian again.

"No, Rosa and Rud even confessed their feelings to me" I explained.

"cheating?" search again.

I put my head up to look at the sky. "Not yet to forget each other."

Om Septian breathed a rough sigh. "That's no reason to split up, get in there! Should I drop you off?" papar Om Septian later.

I finally lightened my steps to meet you. Walk slowly and stop when you get to your doorstep. Knock three times but no answer. Are you reluctant or asleep?

"Sa, can we talk to you for a second? Can I come in?" I really threw away my selfishness.

I'm afraid, afraid that my regrets will come when you're gone. The same regret that Rud felt.

There's no answer from you yet. "I'm in, yeah." I tried to turn the door handle and lock it. It turns out that your habit of locking the door when you are in the room, you apply here as well.

Look for a spare key in the drawer of the television table. Choosing the one I believe is the key to your room. Hurry back and insert into the hole in your bedroom door. Fit. After I turn it once, open the key and I pull the handle again

Chequek!

I can see your sleeping face. The ray of ayu on your face that is usually emanated now looks sad. The rest of the tears that you have shed repeatedly make your eyes moist. Slowly I move my feet closer to you. I vaguely heard you delirious about saying my name. Once, twice and many times.

My heart feels like it's shaking hearing your call. Is my presence has penetrated even into your subconscious. Did I wrongly accuse you? Am I becoming someone very important to you now?

"Di" you called me again.

I'm sitting on the edge of your bed. Gently rub your cheeks and I feel if your body temperature is above normal, hot. I'll make sure again by touching your forehead, right, you have a fever. Soon I looked for a thermometer in the P3K box, and came back to measure your body temperature. Some time passed and sounded the tool. The figure shows 38.9 degrees Celsius.

I took off the jacket that was still attached to your body. Thinning is probably the most appropriate clothing when a person is stricken with fever. I covered it with a thin batik cloth, and left you for a moment.

Towards the kitchen prepare warm water to compress your body. "Have I been wrong to tell you to leave me?"

I prepared a container to put the warm water I just adjusted its temperature to compress you. A little towel I took to wipe your body.

Along the way to the room, my mind was filled with questions. Why can't I really leave you? Go is not a solution but instead add to the pain. Maybe a lot of people say I'm stupid, why survive with a woman who still survives in another heart. But it's about the heart. The heart does not care about hurt or hurt but is there to love or to love.

"Di" your tiger again.

I put down the towel that I have soaked your warm water. I really held your fingers, tied to my fingers. Gently rub your cheek. "Have I made you sick?"

"I want to make you happy, but in fact we're both unhappy."

I felt your hand move, clenched my finger.

"Cheal and we'll be happy together" I said as I kissed the back of your hand that was in my grasp.

*****

Waking up in the early hours of the morning, made my eyes have to squeeze because my room light was still on. I think I turned it off. Suddenly my eyes found someone who was asleep sitting leaning on a chair beside my bed.

I felt something stuck to my forehead, a wet towel. I just felt that if my body was not well, my body temperature was higher than usual. Looks like I have a fever and he's the one who compressed me to sleep .

"I love you, baby" I said, tightening my finger grip.

I looked at this man in front of me. The feeling that I had been sincere to let go, now I don't want to let go. I want every time I open my eyes all I see is you.

Waitaminute!

Why does his hand feel warmer. Is it because I am sick or is he sick?

I slowly forced my body to sit down. My body temperature, it's already dropping. I turned around and found a thermometer on the nightstand. Immediately I took it and slipped it on his armpit.

"Di, I miss your smile."

A clench pulled my waist and brought it into a hug. I fell into his lap, Dion.

"I miss you more, dear," he half-whispered, bringing out the heat from his mouth.

"You're hot, lie down I'll compress you," I said after the thermometer I had tucked in his armpit rang, now I observe the measurement.

"Skin to skin?" he said what I had to respond to by frowning.

"Usually if the baby is hot the solution is skin to skin with his mother. Hugging one another ..," I grabbed her lips with mine, a small kiss landed to stop her crazy idea.

"I'm not your mother, I'm the mother-to-be of your children" I said, staring into her bead.

The smile I missed was finally back. It feels so happy that I can't hold it anymore. Already forgotten on the promise to leave her changed her sense of always being by her side. She's happy.

"Tomorrow, we're married, huh?" her door was spoiled while tidying my hair behind my back.

"I want to but your readers are many who do not let you be happy with me," I said while looking down. "I'm a fool, I hurt you too much, I don't deserve you."

"My heart is mine. No one has the right to control it. I know which is best for me. Silence you for these few days, I feel very hurt. My readers, they love me, want me to be happy. But they forget that my happiness is you, from ten years ago even now when we hurt each other."

Dion looked at me softly and smiled at her smile. I'm happy, so happy, and maybe I'm the happiest person right now. I found Dion, my loving man.

"Will you, dear? Our decision to end this relationship, other than that I lost you, I also threatened to lose my readers. They're bars, honey, they threaten to throw you overboard" Dion said, changing my position to sit behind him. Hugged tightly to my waist and leaned his head in the recess of my neck.

I looked towards him. "Are they Linanda Anggen and Tya Gunawan?"

"Of course it's them, our author's friend, Aldekha Depe. We're the role models of this bucin couple in 2020, darling. They don't want us to just split up."

"I know, they're both women-fashion women, honey. They want us to be united because there's a shrimp behind the bakwan" I said.

"really? So, we're turning it over now?" ask Dion later.

I lost my smile and shook my head. Bowing my head, remembering all the sentences from the people who cornered me. That I don't have a heart, letting you fight alone for this relationship. I was just busy taking care of my heart for Mas Rud and didn't see your sincerity all along.

"This love is ours, dear. Others have no right to judge. I love you, I love you very much. All I want is you, just you," said Dion, who I can't deny if that's what I want to hear.

I don't want to convince him with words. I don't want to keep promising if I always deny it in the end. "This time, let me do this!" I turned my body around and immediately cut the distance.

I put my lips on the lips that I've been wanting to enjoy for so long. Touch that chewy thing and sip it gently. Slowly I led him to open his mouth and play a full of flavor there. Sweeping inch by inch gently which then becomes more demanding along with the increasingly racing heartbeat.

Ci*man who was originally only a sign of affection that wanted to be channeled it turned into pag*tan and lum*tan full of ga*rah. It was as if there was a turmoil of love that could only be revealed through the burning n*fsu.

The breathing began to sting as if I had neglected because I did not want it all to end.

"I love you" I said still with lips that linked together.

Finally forced to smoldering sense that we stopped when the oxygen supply began to thin. I hugged her tightly, leaned my body on her, looking for warmth for my feelings as well as my body that longed for her warm attention. Dion kissed the top of my head gently.

"No longer do we lie to ourselves, because in fact love is deeply rooted in our hearts."

*****

Don't joke about heart problems, yeah! Especially lying to each other. Fear of being trapped in a complicated love. Messed right?

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