About the Heart

The Last Morning in London

Saturday, 06.00 London time.

Go to come back. Every trip will surely meet its end, as well as our presence in London. Today is our last day to breathe the air in the city that gives us memories we will never forget. The beginning of a beautiful relationship, when something so precious, I leave it to him, my beloved husband.

"Why smile?" ask Dion who just came out of the bathroom.

"Again the same video call Maya," I explained while sitting sweetly in front of the laptop.

Dion got closer to the bed where I was taking off the kangen with my new cousin. He immediately got into bed and sat down next to me. "Where's your tomboyfriend, May?" greet Dion to the point without asking any news.

"Why lookin' for me? Would you like to ask me for a word?" said Mas Rendra who suddenly showed himself behind Maya.

"I've got my own style," snobbed Dion with a smile.

"How many times this week? Or not at all?" search Mas Rendra in his mocking style.

"Every waking up, sleeping again" Dion chirped without thinking.

"Maklumin aja, ten years ago," seloroh Mas Rendra skak mat.

Letting the two cousins joke, Maya and I were engrossed in their respective HPs. I opened a few chats that I haven't read yet. Average asking how our honeymoon is here. Starting from Mama, Kristy, Mami, Sister Sharika and also Mr. Aryan. Huh, Mr Aryan? Why is she WA?

I read it immediately and it turns out he gave me some leeway if I went to work on Tuesday. Truly a very understanding boss. I'll pay it back if I stay in Monday. I've been leaving the world I love for too long, I miss.

Do you miss your friend, this? I was really excited to enter Monday,

That's how it was in return when I cheated not to add to the leave. Suddenly my HP was taken by Dion as I was about to type a rebuttal for his question. I didn't hold back the thing he took and I refocused it on the laptop screen. Die. "May?" tanyaku later.

"You're, after all, too engrossed in HP, until they say goodbye don't know," Dion explained as he began reading messages on my smart objects.

"His soul diverted your world?" grumbling with Dion while throwing my HP just like that in bed.

He ordered his body to get off the bed and walk back to the bathroom. I followed his steps quickly. And managed to catch his arm before he could open the bathroom door. "Don't be jealous, please."

"Who is jealous? I'm gonna take a shower, it's noon. We have to have breakfast immediately" he explained, moving his legs back to where he wanted to go.

"Your face says you're jealous, honey," I'm honest, as fast as lightning stands in the way of the bathroom door.

Without answering my statement Dion turned back his steps and returned to bed. Grab the remote and turn on the television. "If I can't take a shower, come with me! call Dion while smiling.

With a full smile, I made sure to step up to him. Get on the bed and lay down beside him. Hugged his body and felt a thin masculine scent. Tracing my sense of smell and bringing a sense of comfort that flowed through all my feelings.

"Mas," call me friendly.

"You, asking?" Dion responded to my powerful attitude.

"Sir Aryan ..." I said choked temporarily.

"Why him?" Dion started to snatch.

My determination is unanimous to set the story straight between me and Mr. Aryan. Relationships that are no more than just friends do not runyam in the future. Despite her feelings, she never interfered with our relationship. I can't stop him from loving me. All I can do is prove that his love won't make me turn away from Dion.

"Don't insult Mr. Aryan, I just consider him a friend, nothing more" I explained, hugging him.

"I also consider him a friend. However, he is still the man who loves you, however do not get too close to him," said Dion by carving his smile. His hand did not escape from stroking my broken hair.

"Yes," I briefly reassured the trust he had given.

"I know your heart is not the type to turn away easily. You are a woman who has a hard time falling in love but once that comes, it will be very deep. The heart that you have put for me, I will make sure that no other heart enters it" said Dion with firmness but still with a soft tone.

"That's what my heart is like. Although I once hurt you with doubts but now I'm sure that you are the best for me. A happy future, not a past that has hurt" my confession may be too late but I'm happy to admit it.

"Of course I'm happy, because I introduced you to heaven" he said ambiguously.

I lifted my head, wanting to catch the expression of the multi-interpretation owner. "Heaven, what?"

My nose hurts from the pinching. "You understand, huh? Ha-ha-ha ...," she laughed with satisfaction.

Reply I pinched his stomach covered in a black t-shirt. A screech he voices. Instead of replying by tickling me, he stole a small kiss on my lips. Smoked, but I like and always like the sweet action.

"Night, what time do you sleep, Yang?" I asked after remembering that Dion was preoccupied with his laptop while I was packing, even until I was about to close my eyes.

"Not long after you go to sleep" he replied, focusing on television.

"Hmmm ..," Dion seemed to have just realized that I was listening to the television. He looked up and then smiled.

"Yes, virginity. How important are you?" ask me a second time and the more I clarify the sentence.

"For me, it's not about her virginity but how she looks after her. Every woman must be trying to take care of her crown. Mirisnya, often he became a victim, whether the victim of sweet promises because of wrong association or became a victim of abuse. However, I am happy, because my wife gave it to me. Thank you, dear," he explained with a kiss on my forehead.

"If I had not ...? Are you going to leave me?" ask me to make sure something that actually will not affect anything.

"Of course, I'm still dancing, I'm still really slow, too" he admitted, which actually made my question intrusive.

"Times?" my tease.

"Don't believe it? Here, I'm proof!" a slanted smile carved on his lips.

"You don't want proof but mode" I woke up from the fall.

"You doubt me! Though I'm looking after him only for you, you know," grumbled Dion.

"Still smart but how good are you?" investigate me while sticking an index finger on her lips. Hinting at a high-class kiss from someone who claims to have never done it before.

"Aww!" my cry endured the pain and shock. Suddenly my index finger was grabbed into his mouth and his teeth were held together with my fingers between them, bitten. Spontaneously I hit his thigh hard and he also shouted too.

"Ex, your boxer, which? Your punch hurts," he said, rubbing his thigh which I just hit with all my might.

"Newly know? Anyway, play bite-bite, aja. Sick tofu," I nodded with my lips pursed to form the letter U.

"You think I'm not sick either? It hurts to know," I'm not less upset.

"But the pain is nothing more than me resisting many times, right?" my tease.

"It hurts more to see you being kissed by Rud on the train" Dion suddenly misses a sentence he never said before, even when we were fighting over Mas Rud in Jojga yesterday.

Immediately I turned my body to face him who was also sitting leaning on the bed. Want to unravel the feelings that have been hidden all this time. "You, see it?" telisik.

"Forget it!" dion commands without seeing me and instead pretends to be busy with the HP he just took from the nightstand.

I took his HP gently. "We have to finish this. Forgetting is not a solution."

"I've forgotten it," I'm convinced that it was a lie.

"You just brought it up, even you just admitted it, honey," I said as gently as possible to dispel the quarrel.

"Yes, I see you guys, maybe even Aryan knows it, too" to be honest, which makes me even more unable to resist the feeling.

Kuhela deep breath. Strive to neutralize the taste that begins to mix. "What do I have to do, so you can forgive me and forget about it? I'm not evasive, I'm wrong" I said as I felt.

"I can't take it, but I can't hit him for doing that to you. Because what I saw, you enjoyed it, too" said Dion who was in fact.

I was carried away by the pleasure of kissing. Even though I knew it was wrong, but my subconscious couldn't resist it.

"Maybe I'll keep remembering it. Hopefully time can erode my anger because of that" he admitted that incised a wound in my heart.

The cup!

"Please, forget! Help me to forget it from my memory and from your memory!" I said after tucking her lips softly.

The cup!

The cup!

The cup!

I pressed my lips against the surface of hers. It was like an aversion to my anger at the kiss that had taken place on the train. Angry, because the kiss that was stolen just like that left a deep wound in the heart of my beloved husband. The guy who should have gotten my first kiss and unfortunately only became my second.

The cup!

I kissed her lips again. Not just a kiss but a wild touch. Full of angry desires.

Dion let go of my kiss. "Already, Honey. This is not how I forget it."

My breath was still panting, making an up and down movement in my chest. He gasped when Dion suddenly touched my lips very gently. A kiss full of love. The proof of sincere love contained in lust is framed beautifully, not anger but love.