About the Heart

The Happy Love

London is one of the big and famous cities in the UK which is visited by many tourists from all over the world. The magnificent city with its neat urban layout and there are various unique and amazing historical buildings make tourists feel at home for a vacation here.

Is a romantic place in London the main destination for tourists while on vacation? It could be, because romantic places are usually a hunt for couples who are in love, or even for couples who are on a honeymoon so look for a romantic place in London. And we were one of those couples who were enjoying their honeymoon.

The second night in the Land of Queen Elizabeth, we deliberately visited the "London Eye". This romantic icon is also often referred to by the name The Eye and Millennium Wheel, located on the banks of the River Thames, London, United Kingdom. We deliberately enjoyed the beautiful view of the city of London from above 135 meters while riding the capsule of the London Eye.

I could not stop from amazed at the beauty that was presented before my eyes. My smile was always engraved and kept Dion with his camera. There was no protest that I aired, but usually if you want to take a picture of me must steal first.

"That's as happy as it is?" ulik Dion kept taking pictures of me.

"I like to enjoy this atmosphere. A bright night, the stars scattered with the moon, the city lights ... and .. and there you are with me" I said shyly at the end of the sentence.

"Can!" exclaimed Dion while showing a photo he had just taken.

"Well, anyway, photographed? Huffing, you know," obviously I'm still focused on looking at the distance.

"That's my goal, honey. Fulfilling all my heart's space, the space in my gallery, the space in my camera, the space in my apartment with you and everything about you" Dion's seduction made me soar even though I was above height.

"Just keep going, let me be immune," I continued.

"Immurvance? Should've fallen more in love, then," Dion confirmed my words.

"I'm afraid, if I fall in love more, you will" I explained without looking at him.

"Can you read my mind?" dion asked, still taking my picture.

"Of course, something you're sticking around with, once you give it up again and again, make a noise," I said, adding something related to 21+.

"Ha-ha-ha .. You're smart, my dear!" I don't cover up.

I pursed my lips in response to her praise that was full of meaning. Not something wrong actually if he wants it, because it is already a right that must be received. Pull the thread that he did some time ago can also be Iaklumi. He wanted to ask my previous guardian's blessing, the late Papa.

"Go home now, yuk!" take it after stopping taking pictures of me.

I saw Dion looking at me too. "Kok, home?"

"Season two," he explained by showing a seductive look.

"How many seasons, anyway?" search me with a plain face.

Dion pinched my nose. "Like, I."

What answer is that? As he pleases? Does that mean I have to standby 24 hours? Does the honeymoon have to be like that?

"I still want to be here,"

"Why do you like to ride a reanglala, anyway, honey? Enjoy riding Dion Wijaya, you know," he said shamelessly.

I pinched his thigh with anxiety. His mind is so perverted. Fishing for my dirty thoughts that had disappeared back came. "Save a firefly, can go up and down and muter-muter."

"You haven't tried all the Dion Wijaya facilities, honey. If it's just going up and down the commuters, that's, small. He can even go back and forth, in reverse, stand up, sit down, fall apart ..," I shut his mouth with my palm.

"Come, buy me a meal!" my orders while pulling him immediately out of the london eye capsule happened to stop just as I silenced his mouth.

With a full smile she followed my steps. Our hands are interlocked, walking hand in hand with me as a guide. Tracing the crowded streets of people enjoying the night. I suddenly stopped my steps and started to linger in his arms. "Indonesian food, dear."

"Kirain wants to try bule, uh. Boule food I mean," chuckle Dion meant to tease me.

"So you want to try bule, deh. More steady, times, huh?" selorohku relax.

The plot!

A flick landed hot on my forehead. Swiping to reduce the pain, but still felt. "It hurts, you know," I grumbled my hand on his arm.

"I can satisfy you, don't be naughty, you, Yang!" he said while embracing me and dragging a step away.

"Kok, come here? I want to eat, hungry," demoku with a walking strike.

"I'll give you a special dinner" he said.

I stopped my steps, sculpted. Waiting for Dion to realize that I don't want to eat anything special, but I want to eat normally. Wear the rice and side dishes I usually eat. Not eating something special that will make me hungrier because it takes extra energy to devour it.

Dion stopped and approached me. Grabbing my finger and reviewing her smile. "Come on!"

"Where?" many ensure.

"I sometimes forget that we're married" I murmured.

Dion put his lips to my ear and whispered softly there. "After this, I will sharpen your memory of our status. Lupamu disease you do not make a weapon to spread charm with other men."

There's no word I put out to reply to Dion's whisper. I clearly understood what he was going to do. Sharpen memories? That's kind of the word of season two. Ah .. I've imagined a longer duration than last night.

"What do you eat?" ask once the menu book is on the table.

A waitress was already waiting for what food and drink we would order. Flipping through the thick paper and I found something that intrigued my taste. "Soto the flesh," I said with confidence.

"Far down here, eat soto too" Dion sneered.

He then ordered the food he wanted. Adding two types of drinks and not forgetting a bottle of mineral water for me.

"Truly soul mate, we. Meet again here," said Mr. Aryan who suddenly sat on the empty seat of our table.

Dion and I looked at him. But all we looked at was a relaxed smile. Get together and order the same food as me. This strange atmosphere created was fluid as he chattered as if he was the host inviting us.

"Why do you see me like that?" ask without guilt.

Dion cleared his throat before starting he said. "If you've returned to Indonesia, meet me. I'll introduce a woman to you. Marry me!"

"What do you think I'm married to?" Mr. Aryan responded to Dion's speech casually.

"Aggressive, possessive, and realistic" Dion explained, tweaking his HP.

"I want the plain ones, the ceplas-ceplos and ...," said Mr. Aryan as he glanced at me for a moment and returned his gaze to Dion.

"Women like that don't suit you. You need a woman who is passionate for your life to be colorful," Dion explained, then thrusting her picture.

Mr. Aryan took Dion's HP and looked at it for a while then put it back in front of Dion. "I don't like vicious women."

"She's a hot mature woman" Dion explained.

"I like simple young women" I'm Mr. Aryan.

"You're an adult, when dating young women, it's thought om-om likes young leaves" said Dion.

Their debate was first I followed the plot. I was angry for a long time too. Want to know what Dion showed until Mr. Aryan was not interested in seeing it linger. A little stretched out, I reached out to Dion's HP. Turn on the HP and get a sight that makes me frown.

"Who is he?" ask them both.

"Ask your husband! He keeps his picture why ask me, Sa," said Mr. Aryan lightly.

Let's take my eyes off Dion. Staring at him sharply and looking at the look in his eyes. Trying to answer but can't. He was not cornered at all by my intimidation.

"He's a novelist, his name is Tya Gunawan. The novel has many elegant ++ scenes, so I want to introduce him to Aryan anyway," explained Dion before I scolded him.

"The more I stick myself to him, sharpen my eyes and put on a more fierce face. " Why do you know him that far?"

"I know him, too, Sa. Don't be jealous of that! How much would your husband want to be with him, "Aryan even tried to relieve your jealousy.

"Tuh, horrified! I just want to find him a mate," Dion said casually.

"You guys are very compact when it comes to women models like this. Men, same thing!" grumbling.

Our little debate broke down for a while as the waitress came to present our order. Without waiting, I immediately ate the food that was in front of me.

"Darling, slowly dong eat it!" remember Dion to me.

"How long haven't you been feeding her, anyway?" sir Aryan.

I keep getting hot soto that's still billowing it. Warming the body in the cold of the night. "You continued the matchmaking, I was hungry, I wanted to eat. Don't disturb!"

Dion stroked the top of my head. "Slow down!"

"So, how?" Dion asked Aryan again.

"Find me a twin of Rosa, if I meet you, marry you right now" she said casually.

"Forget it, wife! Or you choose our friendship over" Dion replied no less casually.

"I chose to be friends with you guys" said Mr. Aryan by clenching his hands and then reaching out to Dion.

Dion greets you with the same thing, a fist bump. Smiles decorate their lips. I'm smiling too. This is what beautiful love is. Happy somehow the way the heart chooses the way.