About the Heart

Dion's? The nadeo? Kepa's?

Dion, my super romantic husband always has a way to make me happy. I have bad taste, it was never a problem for him. Especially my hobbies that love football. Indeed, not a few women who have hobbies like me but for him I am still a special woman.

I still remember clearly, how he gave me a surprise by making Nadeo Argawinata as a figure who launched his proposal. That's what he did because he knew I idolized the handsome young goalkeeper. And this time, I came back he gave me a surprise.

Sitting alone among thousands of cheering spectators in the middle of Stamford Bridge Stadium. Looking directly at my idol, Kepa Arrizabalaga is focused on keeping his goal from the opponent's attack. The handsome figure that was sweating sweat, was more admirable in my eyes. Until I didn't realize that my screams were blaring, repeatedly calling him in a high tone.

"Honey, I'm jealous" whispered Dion as I stopped shouting Kepa's name from my mouth.

My eyes pierced through her bright eyes that were sulking. "I love you" I told her to shed the sludge at the bottom of her heart.

"You never yell my name when you see me fight first" she said coldly.

"I used to support the school football team, honey. Not to support you," I'm keeping my last sentence I know is sensitive to her.

It's true, I used to watch the game. But it is to support the school, not to support it. What I shouted was not his name because at that time I was upset with his behavior that always followed me wherever I went.

"At least don't yell at the name of the other man in front of me, dong, honey," he asked for a long-ago story.

Yes, I used to call "Akbar", the name of the second striker in his team. It might be cruel but it's all I don't think is excessive. Dion could become an idol because he became the main striker, not just because of his skill but also his attractive face. But for me, I don't like to be disliked, I can't be forced. After all, Akbar also has a sweet face that is no less charming.

"Accad?" I clearly grasped his fingers.

"Nadeo?" I chose one more name as an option.

"Head?" I said the name of the last man I just shouted his name.

No answer came out of his mouth. I know, everything's right. Those three names made him jealous. His eyes did not see me even though his fingers were still firmly attached to my fingers.

"Dion Wijaya, I love you," I cried indifferent to the people around me who looked astonished. The name I mentioned is not on the list of players from the two teams that are competing. Scratch my husband's red face. I'm sure his heart is blossoming, not expecting that I could do something this crazy. The look on his face made me anxious and powerless not to throw a kiss on his cheek.

The cup!

Dion gasps. Do not think will get two unexpected things on an ongoing basis. But then he can control himself. Smiled happily and gently rubbed the hair on the top of my head. Closer his lips to my ear and whisper. "I love you so much too, baby. Go, yuk! Season three," his god with a spoiled glancing.

I pinched his stomach with anxiety. Protests with increasing anxiety. Always wanted to taste and spend time fighting in love. "Not a goal, wait until the opposing team conceded, dong," I look for reasons to buy time that only fifteen minutes of normal time.

"I can also ggegolin, loh, Yang. You haven't forgotten that I'm a striker?" dion said with a smile.

"You've been gnagolin twice, honey. Want to score a hattrick?" take a quick look at it and watch Kepa's every move below his goal line.

"Hattrick, yuk!"

I pinched his thighs. "Rest first, honey. Normal time and injury time are over. We start the game two days ahead" I glanced at him instead.

"It's a friendly match, honey. Outside the official match schedule," he continued to look for loopholes to smooth the action.

"Well, you get a red card if you protest a lot, the referee is fierce" I said with an expression I made that looked ferocious.

"Don't get a red card before your red one comes, honey. Time again the honeymoon was told to fast," Dion's voice spoiled.

Judging by the voice that was spoiling it, I am tickled myself. Is this how a thirsty man gets spoiled? Okay if Dion sulked like this, his face was cute. Try if the fierce-faced bodyguards are sulking, does that not lower the level of his fierceness?

I shook my head while holding a smile with my eyes closed. Dispelling a wild delusion I don't deserve to think about. Don't all men have the same desire? Regardless of the type of face, whether baby face, ice block, or comedian face type, they can sulk longing for love.

"Don't be so slovenly!" remember Dion pinched my nose.

"Once again, you've been acting strange" Dion said, showing me a picture. A picture that hurt a girl with an expression I just explained. Yes ... The girl is me.

"Tell me, what's on your mind?" dion's orders later.

I was confused looking for answers. There's no way I'm being honest, imagining another guy sulking like him. "I just think that the seven twins in the world are real" my next reason I think he can accept.

"Kepa and I?" search for the next Dion.

"And so is Nadeo" I added with a perfect smile.

Dion Wijaya

Don't we? The three men who are this butterfly turned out to have a similar appearance. Dion, my striker is the Indonesian version of Nadeo. Nadeo still has his bulls while Dion has a real Indonesian face. Nadeo is known as Kepanya Indonesia. Sounds complicated, but it's actually not that complicated. The point is the three of them are similar, face to face and love of football. The difference between Kepa and Nadeo is the goalkeeper, while Dionku is the goalscorer, the goal taker.

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Original Merchandise Shop Chelsea, this is where we are now. Choose original merchandise from this British beloved team. Jersey Kepa and everything about him, that's what I'm hunting for. Choosing from one side to the other, I finally got what I wanted. A pair of jersey and jacket couple and a variety of Chelsea trinkets, such as key chains, glasses and scarves entered our shopping cart.

"Thank you, yes, you are indeed my best husband," I commend for the umpteenth surprise Dion gave me, rewarding Kepa's original merchandise.

"Season three, don't forget!" remember Dion with a laugh.

"You're not being sincere, are you?" gertutuku.

"I'm not sincere, what try? You admire other men I let. I even bought everything that would remind you of him. Where is there a husband like me in this world?" dion with his PD.

The cup!

A sweet kiss on the left cheek, I'll give it to him. Such a sweet love filled with sincerity that she poured out only for me. What is Rosalia Citra Atmadja?

"What do you want? Why are you so sweet today?" Dion can read my mind.

"Season three," my next god.

Dion glared at his eyes. Didn't expect if I asked for something that was already in the crown. "We, go home now!"

"Season three, Kepa, darling. I want to take a picture with him?" I said by showing off the puppy eyes.

"Season three, Dion Wijaya," he said.

"Kepa Arrizabalaga," I said.

"Dion Wijaya," he said, holding me out of the merchandise shop and down the sidewalk.

"Nadeo Argawinata" I said everywhere.

"Dion Wijaya," he insisted did not want to be duaed or ousted.

"Dion Wijaya," I replied one last time.

"Dion Wij-Dion Wijaya" he said, paused and then affirmed for the last time before embracing me all the way. Walk the streets with happy laughter. The sky is clear and the air friendly. Love in the dark is beautiful.