About the Heart

Jakarta, I'm Back

Jogja who gave me colorful memories I finally left. The plane I was on brought me back to Jakarta. A place where my love will be tested again. The heart that has chosen hopefully will always be able to maintain the taste. Being with him is the best destiny God has laid out for me.

"If you are not ready to be blasphemed by our marriage, I'm sincere if you ask me to keep this a secret until we officially register" Dion said when we reached the apartment and took a break.

"No, Di. You don't have to do that. There's nothing wrong with our marriage" I replied with a finger.

"People will definitely gossip about you because I want to marry you in series" he explained.

"Let it go, people don't know what's really going on" I explained.

"Aren't you worried that I'd just leave you?" I'll take it again and again.

"I've been left painfully, if you leave me at last, maybe I deserve to be left behind" I said.

Dion stroked my hair. "As long as I live, I'll always be by your side." He kisses my forehead tastefully. Let go of her lips and turned to look at me gently. He got rid of the stray hairs on my face. "Unless you leave me" continued Dion.

I threw myself into his arms. "Unless you leave me, I will try as hard as my soul to bring you back to me."

"Why?"

"Because you're my husband" I said.

"The husband who has not fulfilled his duty" he remembers with a seductive smile.

"Please, Honey. I can accept in any form, cash or transfer," I explained by raising both my eyebrows.

"I haven't paid, honey. While eating potluck, huh? Like in the kitchen there is soy sauce krupuk, deh," Dion joked with his expression.

"The cat is now a fish dish, when I eat soy sauce with crackers," I murmured.

Dion rattled the top of my head. "Your husband is not the son of the sultan, dear. Want to marry in KUA aja not yet able, we have to save."

"Did I choose my husband wrong? I should have been realistic," my god as he rolled his eyes at her.

"We're still married siri and I haven't touched you yet, you can still back off" Dion said casually.

I hold his fingers. "Wedding is sacred, dear. I'm not gonna mess around. The destiny that has been written for me is my best happy path, and you are my happy."

"You're also happy, we'll be happy together, three, four, five, beren ...," said Dion before I got to the end.

"Fourth," I said

"Five," added another one.

"Fourth," chuckled me while glaring.

"Six," he added two more.

"Fourth of me, if you want six, two are pregnant alone" I suggested with a laugh.

"Cie .. ready to get pregnant. When do I want to get pregnant?" godanya.

My face is red withstanding shame. Hearing the word pregnant and impregnated gave me goosebumps. It feels so foreign that word in my ear. To drain the cold that burst when it sounded in my sense of hearing.

"Shame, again," Dion's umpteenth time tease that made me flutter.

"Where your former aggressiveness was, I miss it," his god brought up the past.

"Don't turn the facts around, dong! His name is slander, that is," I said as I stood up.

"All aggressive adherents must unite" he said with a seductive smile.

"You have instant noodles, don't you?" ask me after being able to break away from it and immediately head to the kitchen to avoid the next sentence of temptation.

"Find dong, honey! Let me master the ins and outs of your new home," replied Dion, who was relaxing on television.

Right, I have to master and deepen a lot of knowledge now. Start layout science to do research to find items that are usually forgotten, such as keys.

*****

"Well, how do you turn here? Mama's house is straight ahead' tuh," I asked after Dion turned his car to the left before reaching Mama's house.

"You go to Papa first," Dion said.

Spontaneously twisting my body towards him. "Kok, didn't tell me from earlier?"

"I want Papa's permission to touch his beloved daughter" Dion said with a mischievous smile.

Right after Dion spoke his words we reached the TPU where the late Papa was buried. Buy flowers at the florist who peddles his wares along the path of the cemetery area.

"Kok, you first, you know which Papa's tomb is?" I was curious about Dion walking ahead of me.

"That's why I come here often with Mama, really," he explained who was completely unaware of that fact.

Really sweet back play. Without me knowing, it turns out that Dion often visited Papa in his final resting place. Why is it that the more I know her, the more she makes me fall in love? And I feel even more sorry for ignoring him for so long.

Dion took my hand, and led me to sit together. Started to fill the navel with a sprinkling of flowers. Pray for Papa and start talking as if you can hear him. "Pa, Dion has kept his promise to bring Rosa before Papa as Dion's wife. Now, it's Dion who will take over the responsibility of looking after the beloved daughter, Papa."

Hearing what Dion said, my tears just melted away. I really didn't expect my man to do a lot of things I didn't know. Not only approaching me but also trying to get closer to my whole family including the deceased Papa who is gone.

"Pa, Papa can be relieved now. Papa has a surrogate who loves Rosa without Rosa knowing it turns out her love is far from what Rosa imagined. Rosa's husband is a perfect lover, Pa."

Dion tightened his finger link. Wiping the tears flowing down my cheeks. "Don't cry in front of Papa! You want Papa to think you're not happy?" he said as he stroked the hair at the top of my head.

I held Papa's headstone and spoke to him again. "It's happy tears, Pa. Rosa was lucky to be reunited and is now joined by Mas Dion. She loved Rosa with all her soul and body. As much as Papa wants to always take care of Rosa, that's what Mas Dion has been doing all this time for Rosa. She's really like Papa, Rosa loves her Pa."

I looked at Dion's smiling face at me. I returned his smile, appearing happy above Papa's belly button. Happiness that emanates from the bottom of the heart and not just a charade. Having it turned out to be a happiness that I had never estimated before.

*****

"Take what you really need, aja, Yang," said Dion so we don't spend time.

"Yes" I replied, choosing the things I would bring.

Dion asked me to bring enough clothes. Let the others stay here so that at any time playing here do not have to bother carrying a change of clothes again. Even Dion's shirt over there was partly brought here for a change of clothes.

"Finally, it's done" I said with relief while dropping down on my soft bed.

Dion sat on the bed, looking at me with a smile that never stopped admiring me. "Racid?"

"Kangen is lazy here," I replied by laughing at my thoughts.

Delivering the stories I've been through in this room. The best place to spend time. When happy, when crying becomes a story or even a time of laziness comes to say hello. Yes ... This room is where I share all the flavors. From now on, I will leave him.

"Yes, enjoy relaxing here. After Magrib we just got home. There are still three hours to go" suggested Dion, lying next to me.

This place can always make me like a palanquin. A comfort I found nowhere else. I tilted my body, facing towards Dion who was being moved*ng with eyes starting to shut.

"Sweeting, huh? Just fell asleep, aja," my little murmur by playing my finger on his cheek.

I looked at Dion's face, there was a trace of guilt in my heart. Knowing everything he did behind my back for my family made me feel guilty. I spent too much time hurting him when he was always struggling to make me happy. "Di, I'm sorry."

"Sorry, what for?" suddenly, he asked her to open his eyes.

I became clumsy. I was playing on his cheek and talking to myself. Apologizing for something I refuse to tell you. I slowly lowered my hand but on the ground.

"I will fall asleep again and play as you please in my body. I think you're ashamed that I'm awake" Dion said with a smile full of temptation.

I still put my hand down but it was held in her hand and she put it on her chest. I could feel her heart rate that was normal at first but then it was getting faster, faster and faster. I looked at his face, wanting to see the expression of someone whose heart was racing. Normal! There was no suspicious expression I could find on his face.

Until I was suddenly struck by a tenderness playing on my tiny lips. I found her face that was not far away was above my face. Looking at my eyes softly, as soft as the kiss she played in my mouth. Slewed so beautifully, sweeping through all the space and its contents. The pampering and slight biting and the gurgling movements hypnotized me and started to reply to everything he was doing. Fight softness and sometimes a little mischievous with a small bite.

Impregnated with the sensation of taste so long to be satisfied that it does not care about the rest of the oxygen that is getting thin. The increasingly stingy breath finally forced to let go of each other.

Trembling taste that is still tempestuous, again attracts a desire that has not been fully channeled to wrestle to enjoy it. A small peck reached near the wet lips by a thrilling sweet struggle.

"This is the new DP, honey. To be Continue," he said softly with a mischievous smile and a spoiled wink.