About the Heart

Bride Candidate

Ten in the morning, a time that could be called plan-plain. I want to come in the morning but the sun is up. Not even in the afternoon category because the Ultra Violet light is still good for the skin. Gabut, Dion and I were confused because there was nothing to do. We had to sit on the terrace. Look at the green foliage and colorful flowers that are blooming.

"Cieee .. bride-to-be! Two days on," exclaimed Mas Rendra who just entered the courtyard of the residence of the extended family of Eyang.

"It's so sticky, Mom. Kayak flies glue," seduced Maya with her crisp laugh.

True they said, we were alone, close together, clinging and huddling. "Where from? No, no rhyming, anyway."

"Where do we want to disturb, dear," said Dion.

"We who do not want to disturb you," Mas Rendra reasoned after joining us to relax on the terrace.

"Now, what if you don't bother?" dion Seloroh.

"Go home, yuk! His bride-to-be has been keen on DP," seduced Mas Rendra while taking a snack and eating it.

"Udah DP, kali," said Dion, whom I presented with an elbow in his stomach.

"Where, Sa? satisfying, right?" goda Mas Rendra was without any awkwardness.

"Make it, of course," replied Dion.

Whahuh? My owner?

Ish ... Isha!

Of course that's not the answer I want to say. It was Dion's statement to show his might.

Especially this?

"Mas, can I skip before not listening to your chat? Not old enough yet, nih," I'm ashamed to listen to the chat with their chosen topic.

"The world will get into your trouble, bro. Pelec*han minors," seloroh Mas Rendra with laughter mengaknya.

Hmmm ... their success makes me embarrassed this early in the morning. Anyway, adult chat like this is neutralized. Fortunately there are no children here. Wouldn't it be an example that is not commendable if it is heard by those who are not old enough.

"She's even flirting with being harassed, Brother Bro!" Dion chuckled while glancing at me mischievously.

"Sister Bro, are you strong, not yet?" asked Mas Rendra in a whispering style but still tighten his voice.

Dion smiling smirk. "Quiet down, Brother! Brother Bro is ready for strong herbs, strong medicine and even Jarwo Kuwat."

"Ha-ha-ha .. what is Jarwo Kuwat all about?" Maya who had just listened suddenly did not hear Dion joking.

I just shook my head. I didn't think Maya was following G*la. Finally, I chose to surf in the Maya world. The social media that I've been ignoring for a few days, I checked one by one. There are thousands of chats waiting for me to reply. But I'm interested to prioritize replying to a message from Mr. Aryan.

Why, him? Is it because he is special? That's right, he's very special. He is my superior. The continuity of my work is in his hands. Therefore, replying to his message was the main one.

Just trying to type in a few words, my phone suddenly rang in his name. Doubt is in my mind. Raise him before them or reject his call? In confusion, I let his first phone get away with it.

"Why not pick up, anyway, honey?" dion asked after my phone rang for a second time.

Dion bent his head to read the name that made me not want to talk to him. He took the HP in my hand, after I think he managed to find a name that disturbed his mind. "Recall the phone, Rosa?" lift it in a flat tone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dion Wijaya, I just asked the whereabouts of my female colleagues who have not entered for days without permission" said Mr. Aryan who I can hear.

"He resigned, and his resignation letter will be sent to the office. I'm sorry, dear Mr. Aryan manager, don't call my wife again" Dion said without asking for my approval.

I'll take my HP from him immediately. "I'm sorry, sir, I took a week off, yeah! There was a sudden event," I explained later.

"When are you getting married, Sa? Your husband, forbid me to call you, "to fight Mr. Aryan very calmly.

"He's a possessive husband, Mr. Manager, stay away from your beautiful work!" remember Mas Rendra by raising his voice.

"You're married, I wasn't invited, Sa?" asked Mr. Aryan to keep talking about my marriage.

"Father don't need to keep their talk down" asked me who got the plot from Dion.

"Rosa's a week off, don't call! Want a honeymoon," Dion's cerocos then hangs up without saying hello.

"Mas Dion, Rosa, if she's possessed, she's becoming more, you know," Maya warms up the situation.

"I miss seeing you guys fight like yesterday" teased Maya with her naughty smile.

"Look, you mean?" Dion kissed my right cheek without pomp.

"Patience, Bro! It's gonna be a good night, your wife! Now selow dong," said Mas Rendra.

Maya moved away from her seat and approached Mas Rendra. "Go home, yuk!"

"I'll go home first, yeah! My wife wants to ask for the ration of noon, nih," said Mas Rendra while standing and glancing spoiled to me and Dion.

*****

As Mami said, after the sublime, around one o'clock in the afternoon, there was a woman in her thirties and a Father in his fifties came to Dion's residence. Apparently he knows them well. Ms. Intan and Mr. Agus, that's the name that Dion introduced me to. Without buying time, we headed to our rooms and began treatment.

I will enjoy the massage plus a special extension for catin (wedding candidate). While Dion was just a massage, he said his body crumbled dimly after our quarrel a few days ago. Sounds a bit far-fetched indeed, what is the relationship between a hurt heart and a body that asks to be pampered.

"Sir, have you known Mas Dion for a long time?" ask Mbak Intan in the middle of massage activities.

"Ten years more, Ma'am," I answered enjoying the touch that made my body feel comfortable.

"Mas Dion is good, Ma'am. Friendly again people, even though the family of people is but do not like to be excessive in any case," praise Mbak Intan who I admit the truth.

"Yes, Ma'am," I began to lose consciousness from drowsiness.

"Many kids love Mas Dion. If you go home again, must be playing here anyway," Mbak Intan's story makes my eyes that live five watts again shine bright like a new lamp a hundred watts.

"Emang, Mas Dion is that interesting, Ma'am?" I tried to look into another woman's heart to judge my future husband.

Instead of answering, Mbak Intan asked back. "If it's not interesting, why would Miss Rosa, then?"

Ah .. yes, too, makes sense. That question made me think. What's the reason I accepted Dion to be my girlfriend after I ignored her for ten years?

If so, it is no longer questionable. Loyalty, it has been proven over the last ten years.

A handsome?

Be responsible?

Of attention?

Smarty?

Hardworking person?

Ah ... It's all on him. Can I love because of perfection?

I don't think it is. I love him because he loves me so easily. Not spoiling me with luxury, because I do like something simple. He loves me by making me comfortable. Yeah .. That's why I can finally love her.

"Sir, why daydream?" Madam Intan broke my mind.

Chequek!

Without knocking, Dion opened the door to my room.

"Main selonong boy, aja, Mas. Hold the miss first, later tonight will also be a long night for you two," said Mbak Intan who made Dion scratch his head to manipulate his awkwardness.

"Squeak, Ma'am. Usually he falls asleep when it comes to massage, "the reason Dion was guessing was just looking for excuses.

"Mas Dion, please come out first. Shame to know, I'm again massage," cast me out smooth who then he followed.

"Bikin my bride-to-be will be the most adorable tonight, yes, Ma'am," asked Dion with her sweetest smile before closing my door again.

Relieved, finally my grandson came out as well.

"Aren't you, Dion's a real sweet, Ma'am?" goda Mbak Intan to me

I smiled sweetly. "Saking sweetness, until I was afraid of being mobbed by other love fighters, Ma'am." my gut was met with laughter by Mbak Intan.

Be the massage this time I stay awake, even until the stretching process is complete. I look fresh n sparkle. Ready to welcome a long special night, wedding.