About the Heart

The Perfect Love

Standing leaning against the fence that became a barrier, my eyes were ceaselessly staring at the water that was swayed by the breeze that hit. There is a feeling that strikes my heart. It causes a pain that somehow comes to greet the heart that is happy. I found the man beside me, someone who had fought for me without knowing the limits of hurt.

"Why see me like that? Am I more beautiful than the sight before you?" Dion asked without looking at me.

No, it's not about beauty. Although I admit, if you are more beautiful even the most beautiful among the facts that are present in my eyes. It's about my feelings just rolling around. Seeing the water walking away and approaching again, I remembered you, my husband.

If the water will pull, back and forth in the wind, then not with you. You, continue beside me, though I always hurt. No longer days but decades you faithfully accompany. Even when you leave, you are willing to return when I am hurt. And wickedly, I still doubt and even wish for your truly unbound race.

"If time can be turned, I don't want to be here, right now" I explained after a long silence on Dion's question.

My words immediately greeted Dion by turning his body. Find an explanation for the sentence I just said. "Are you sorry about our marriage?"

Still staring at the water in the distance, I shook my head. "I'm sorry for letting you fight alone for ten years" I glanced at his bead and looked back into the distance.

"If you don't reject me that long, maybe it's happy that I can be with you won't be as big as it is now" Dion said grabbing my finger, grasping it and clutching it into his arms. A kiss he pinned on the back of my hand he held.

"Can I ask the Lord, let my time cease in this second. I want to be like this forever, with you," I asked in sobs because love was so great that I was only fully aware.

Slowly Dion brought his body closer and led me into his arms. Gently stroked my black crown and dyed the top of my hair then. Putting my head in his arms, and again dipping it in the same place. "Don't stop in this second, fight with me to always pass the changing seconds. Both will not be beautiful for a long time. There must be the carefree laughter of the children that completes our journey of love, dear."

I held my embrace, as if I didn't want to take a second off her side. The long struggle that I wasted, turned out to be regretful, when his departure left me was a decision that could not be bargained. Lost, in fact I miss the moments with him that I once hated.

"I don't regret spending so much time by your side even though there's no return for my feelings. For me, you are the heart I have always wanted to have in my entire life. It should be, not regret that you say but gratitude that you should hear. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to always be there even if you don't feel. It's always a place to throw away anger when you're tired. Because without you knowing it, I'm where you lean."

The more raging the feeling that plays in my heart. His wounds can always be changed to happiness. There was never any fault in his eyes. There is only love, love and love. There are no words I can say, melted together happily could be loved so perfectly.

"Darling, look at that building!" Dion looked at me with his index finger.

"The bridge?" ask me after finding something he wants to show you.

"It was Tower Bridge, a bridge that could hang and open. Like our story from long ago. Even though my love is always hanging, it can never die. It's like there's a second, third taste and there's never an end. My heart always opens for you back, there is no pain in your rejection of me. There is precisely the love that is increasingly bloated that you must feel. I've always been challenged to prove that I have an incredible love that I created and gave up just for you. And you have to realize and feel that, "a long explanation that makes me feel small in front of him.

My love? How much is my love for his love? If it is likened to the vastness of the night sky scattered with billions of shining stars, as the feeling of Dion which he bestowed upon me, then how many stars represent my race? One, two, or three? Ah ... how small.

"Don't compare my love with yours. Because my race is not for you to compare but for you to compare, become one forming a heart that blends, passing through time happily," Dion explained then as if he could guess what was on my mind.

This is how it feels, when dealing with someone who has accompanied you through time. There's nothing you can hide, it's easy to read. Especially me, never able to play a show. What is in my mind, that is what is described in my face. And now maybe my face is full of question marks.

"Here we're honeymoon, why is your face like so many minds?" sloth Dion while touching my nose. Awakened me to immediately stop the line of questions that were busy moving the way.

An awkward smile I showed him. "I .. I love you," always that's what I make a scapegoat when I'm being squeezed into confusion.

"Ha-ha-ha .. I'm always worried that you're cornered and can only confess love to me, honey," again Dion knows my cipher.

"Why are you always able to read my mind?" grumbling.

"Ah, you are not exciting" I grumbled again because I was not satisfied with the answer.

"Later to make exclamations you don't want to," he said with a cheeky smile that marked the third season's request.

"Where are we going?" ask me to shift the subject.

"Where are you going, honey?" Dion gave me a choice.

"I still want to be here" I'm obviously not synergizing with the question I just asked.

Dion scrunched his forehead. Found something that felt awkward in his hearing. Ask where but the answer is here. That's how a woman is, understanding it requires extra everything. Patience, cleverness and perhaps cunning.

"Will not go to the flower garden?" ask Dion later.

I took my HP and then reflected. Looking at the reflection of my face from his dark screen. "For what? I don't want to make them jealous."

Dion looked at me with his slightly narrowed eyes. "Dear?"

"Yes, envy. Am I not the most beautiful flower that dominates the heart garden of a true lover named Dion Wijaya?" my wombal to redden the hue on his face.

"Of course they are envious, because the male beetle full of charm is just a stop at a flower called Rosalia Citra Atmadja," Dion just overpowered me.

Wanted to catapult it but it was me who crashed into space. My match couldn't beat the sweet word. However, the holder of the crown of purity is still a Dion Wijaya

"When I want to gombalin you, you know, why am I the one you're fighting?" my sadness.

"So so? All right, now try gombalin me!" challenge Dion as he led me to sit on a bench not far from where we were standing.

Want gombalin but once given the opportunity even confused to start it. "Fisher, huh!" I asked so I could continue the fight.

Dion started with a smile. "Look at me and find something you want to praise! lead Dion with a basic combing trick.

Trying to find the advantages but the ones I caught were all excess. His face looks excessive, his posture is excessive and his skin is also excessive. "You're too perfect, honey. In that case, how can I be a bucin like you?"

"I'm enough to be a bucin, you don't! Always be the love I pursue, don't try to pursue me" she asked with a perfect smile.

"Your readers want to see me as a bucin, honey. They are not sincere if you are alone. They want me to fight, too" I explained, giving the reason behind the appeal I wanted to offer.

"It's love, honey, not revenge. I don't need your chastity, which I want you to be the mother of my children," again Dion found a loophole to fight over me.

"I've always been cornered, and it makes me like a criminal. I'm said to be selfish, wishy-washy and even now forced to be bucin," I said softly, bowing my head.

"Do you know Aldekha Depe, author of the novel "About the Heart"? Be like him! Strong to be yourself, step on the path you want to walk, for I am happy with your love for what it is" Dion instilled in me how much love he wanted from me.

Keen, that's my feeling. Loved so big, sincerely and without demands. Always bracing when I'm in a state of disbelief. It's always a back-up when I need a shoulder to share my story with.