About the Heart

The Voice of the Lovers

The wedding of Mr. Raymond Weil and Miss Alice, for which we came to London, England. Represented Papi, who received one of Mr Raymond's 100 special invitations. And this is what is behind the series marriage between me and Dion. The marriage that became a gossip and debate a number of readers "About the Heart", although from the side of the extended family we both have agreed.

It's not a serial marriage like it happened out there. The decision is heavy because it must be the umpteenth wife or because of something that wants to be covered up. My sir's marriage to avoid forbidden deeds before the sacred bond takes place. So it hurts, if they keep talking regardless of our point of view. Ah, yeah never mind!

Contrary to my simple series wedding, Mr. Raymond's event is very lavish. Of course, who doesn't know him. A CEO of the MANGO company, the company that is included in the top 50 most successful companies in the world.

This is the second time for me to attend an event held by people I cannot possibly reach. In the past, I accompanied Mr. Aryan to a charity auction and now I accompanied my husband to a wedding invitation. Ah ... why should there be a word siri, again?

Like the fairy tale wedding I saw on television when I was a kid, it's all real here. A very spacious reception building was transformed into a room with a luxurious concept that I had never witnessed. The dance is also part of the reception this time. The bride and groom are so romantic when combined with the movement to follow the rhythm that flowed. And the romance still continues until the wedding cake is cut.

"Darling, look at Raymond and Alice! Very romantic, we will prescribe it like that, will you not?" whispered Dion in my ear.

I see my full smile. "I don't like anything too fancy, gini, Di. The most important thing is to record our marriage in KUA," I explained, smiling fully.

"Can't do that, I want everyone to know that you're mine. Let your beloved Bodyguard cease to keep his love for you," again Dion expresses the jealousy that still rests in his heart for Mas Rud.

I put my lips to his ears. "Is your jealousy a recipe for good looks, dear?"

The cup!

Dion put a kiss on my right cheek. "You don't tease me, honey! Or you deliberately to ..." Dion's sentence paused when Mr. Aryan suddenly greeted us with his innuendo.

"You guys, always make out anywhere. Send me an invitation!" chirps.

"Sir, did I sincerely marry him?" my God to Mr. Aryan.

"The fool is rooted, Sa, will not be exchanged, really," replied Mr. Aryan ambiguous.

"And I was the right measure as the soul mate of Rosa," Dion always strengthen his position before Mr. Aryan.

"By the way, this is the second time we met accidentally. It seems like a soul mate between us does exist" said Mr. Aryan with a genuine smile without arousing suspicion whether it is sincere or modus.

"The fool is not just a married couple, right, sir? Maybe we're as good friends as we are," I said, loosening Dion's heart as I guessed it began to burn.

Mr. Aryan smiled his sweetest smile, while both hands he raised a sign of not knowing. Hold on to such a position and then turn around and go somewhere.

*****

Mr. Aryan PoV

Being alone without a lover to the wedding is not a sin. But I sinned when I accidentally met you here. Your hotel room I can exchange, but our two-day accidental meeting remains a mystery. Is there really a soul mate? It is this thought that makes the sin born. The little prayer that would have been if I had been by your side, holding your fingers now, was not he who was your husband, but me.

I try to throw away all my selfishness, I always have to say that you are happier if you are with him, the man you choose. Take your eyes off you and accidentally see a guy I know. My steps are sure, get away from you and walk towards him. "Key," I softly held her.

Yes ... he is Key Achilles Sanjaya, the eldest son of the Sanjaya family. We were friends because of our family business circle.

"Sir Aryan, it turns out that Brother was invited to this event as well?" asked Key who hugged me.

"That's it, a special invitation from Raymond with a sovernir 1 MANGO mobile device is also a pair of tickets to London" I explained with a smile.

"Sister, who's the same?" key asked when he saw me standing alone.

"Ha-ha-ha .. I came by myself, I can turn it into a return ticket, Elliot takes care of it, anyway this event is amazing no," I laughed at myself.

"Don't be moody, be happy like me! Loving has to make you happy, and if you get hurt, you have to stay happy! Maybe your wound is his happiness. Be an unselfish lover! Because love is happy" I realized something was wrong with Key's feelings when he saw Jessie, his fiancee.

I briefly noticed that Jessie stole a glance at Zeno, her bodyguard. At the same time, Key was talking to him. Jessie is more interested in Zeno than Key. What happened to the three of them?

Why am I being a kepo? Can I advise him? I need advice to get away from you. Even though I chose to listen to my inner voice, to stay here. Seeing you guys happy and I should also be happy because of that. Yes ... I can advise myself.

*****

Rud PoV

"Rud, are we a match, huh? It's been a long way to London, you're again you are" said Zeno, bodyguard Miss Jessie who happens to be my best friend since High School.

We are both from Egypt. And somehow God predestined, we have the same profession, bodyguard.

"Tuh, my soul mate," pointed me at the man and woman who were chatting while being accompanied by laughter that was none other than you and Dion.

Zeno straightened his gaze at the direction I mentioned. "Wake, woy! I have a man, don't be a bully!" zeno chirps in her somplak style, laughing on my wound.

"Nasihatin 'uh your own heart, '" I commanded without explaining in detail the meaning of my sentence.

Zeno seemed to be thinking, digesting my words. "Don't think 'that's it, like having a mind, all right."

"What, anyway? I don't understand," asked Zeno in a grin.

"I know you're the same Miss Jessie there's nothing," I'm obviously lazy to wait for Zeno's mind to go for a walk and don't know when to go home.

"Srstttt!" Zeno closed my mouth with his right hand.

"Please!" my sergeant shook Zeno's hand.

My little commotion with Zeno was actually just a joke of a friend, noticed by a few pairs of eyes from the people around us. Maybe they were astonished to see two bodyguards who should have appeared fierce, even behaving like children.

"Rud, looks like we're gonna have to rename our duo. Dashing duo no longer fit, replace Duo Lovers Nyesek, aja, how?"

I'm mangosteen. "Nyesek, huh?"

"Hu um," Zeno went with the mangosteen.

And finally we got the beard. Can shadow, right? Two bodyguards who were trapped in the sense and obstructed status. Make a suck but must be professional. That is the harsh reality that we must swallow.

Lucky I have a best friend like him, the somplak Zeno. At least my wounds can still be laughed at. And finally we laughed together, lamenting lara in a joking thread.

I'm afraid you're on the sidelines to endure the grief, feel the pain. If only and only supposing words filled my thinking space. If I had chosen to keep you back then, I would have been the one who asked for you now. However, it now remains if.

*****

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