About the Heart

Romantic In Simplicity

The departure schedule is still four hours away. All items are finished in packing so stay relaxed enjoy the time. Dion took me to the park at the front of the hotel. A large area planted with various flowers with a fish pond that surrounds it. It's pretty!

Many couples sit on park benches. Just talking or watching their children who are playing there. Dion and I became part of it. Sitting relax, telling each other that sometimes interspersed with laughter and not infrequently pinch and tickle coloring it.

"Happy is simple, isn't it, Di?" I said I saw the laughter of parents who saw their children running around.

"Di?" dion's real question was a word of warning.

I realized my mistake. A smile that I put on her. "Mas Dion, honey."

"Forgot continues. You may also forget that I am your husband" he said.

"Forgot a little, forgive me, won't you, dear Dion?" rayuku with a spoiled glancing.

"If I'm the one who forgot, I'm sorry too, honey?" the chirps turned my sentence.

I pinched his thigh with anxiety. "No! I don't want to share even a little and forget."

"Then I won't forgive your error either" he said lightly, raising his eyebrows.

Looks like Dion just amended his Romance Act. Article 1 which states that There is always an apology for the love of betrayal has apparently been replaced with Sorry I exist if your Sorry is also available for the khilaf created. Do not want to be cheated and lose both times apparently.

Isha!

"Still interested in a little forgetting?" inquiringly.

"Still, but I want to do a lot of it, if only a little. The punishment remains the same, this," I explained to make it even more aggravated.

"What do you want to do?" Dion is investigating more and more.

"Hmmm .. haven't thought, anyway. A lot of things," my reason while grinning.

"What is my lack? Is there still out there that's more interesting to you?" cerca Dion casually without the slightest burden.

My eyes wander, turning to the right and to the left following the direction I thought looking for answers. "People say the grass of the neighbors is greener. I can't believe I didn't prove it to myself" said my goofy self, who was presented with a pinch on my nose.

"We're going to live in an apartment, no neighbors are planting grass" Dion broke my sentence.

"If there's no grass, it's a neighbor," I chirped, I didn't run out of debate material.

"Green neighbors? You want to be with the Hulk?" dion's chirps made me laugh.

Funnier. The grapevine of that sentence I had never heard before from the comedy presenters. Fresh from the oven. My husband's sense of humor is good too. Did he read my novel by Linanda Anggen "Reply Revenge of a Duck Boy" left in his car at that time?

"Yes, I read your novel" Dion explained before I asked.

Again he guessed exactly what I was thinking. For a long time I didn't have to talk because he could read my mind. Pretty, right? Energy-saving. I just need to look at her, look at her face, focus on her bead and then kiss her lips. Oops! Why would I be so perverted when I remember her lips?

Isha!

"Reverse, novel! I haven't finished reading," I ordered with a fierce snob.

"Take it yourself! People are on the bookshelf decking sofa lounge, really. You forgot we're home now?" dion said as he touched my forehead.

The plot!

"I think your brain is a bit short, deh, Yang," Dion's verdict after I forgot some of the memories associated with it.

Where is the story of a Rosa brain shortcut? It's not a complete but a pure forget. Ah ... not forgetting but not getting used to being forgotten. Well, why did the tip forget too? Or is it true what Dion said? That I'm now forgetful and that means something's wrong with my brain. Oh ... no!

"Well, it's good to relax in the park like this?" dion shifted the subject.

"Obviously nice, honey. The park is in London, it's necessary to take a plane for tens of hours, first" I joked.

"When we come here again, yuk! This city holds an important history for our love, Yang," Dion asked, saying that London is a city that must be remembered all the time.

"Do you have more money?" my investigation somewhat underestimated the contents of his savings.

Dion took his embrace off my shoulder. Picked up the wallet that was in the back pocket of his pants. Open and then remove some of his debit cards. "Now, pick one, make you a snack!"

My mouth was gawked. This is no longer like in the novels that are given unlimited cards, I was even told to choose. Emejing!

"There's a lot of cards, isn't there?" led me by laughing at him one by one.

The sentence once a year seems to make him a little doubt about the amount of money saved.

"You just take it, I'd rather rely on you," I explained as I put the cards back in place. Closing the wallet and returning it to his hands.

"Is that another word from you wishing the two of us anywhere?" the question is to find the truth.

Of course I said yes. Ten years more with you, used to pamper you even though I rejected it, but still I'm not used to being alone. Especially now that you are mine, the more powerful I am in front of you.

"You've made me unable to without you" I continued after being paused by my thoughts on the question.

"That's my goal to keep you going, to what extent you can resist the charm of the famous flawless Vijaya descendants" he admitted with a nagging ruckus.

"Means the descendants of the great Atmadja dong? Can make the descendants of Wijaya mepet ten years," proud of me by upholding my posture like a beauty queen.

"Wait, you will bend your knees to the descendants of Vijaya!" the threat that made me even more challenged to prove.

Ddrrtt-ddrrtt-drr!

The vibration of an object in Dion's pants pocket could be felt by the hand I happened to put on his thigh. It was ignored during the first ring but not with the next ring. Dion took it with little distress due to the influence of his sitting position. With a slight shift of the body, move the sophisticated object from his pants pocket to his hand.

"Mi" said Dion as soon as the phone was picked up.

"Where are you two?" ask Mami after paying close attention.

"Garden," Dion said calmly.

"Honeymoon was plentiful in the room not in the park," continued Mami with a teasing smile.

"If that's not asked, Mi. Is there anything important about Mami bothering people again honeymoon?" asked Dion without feeling awkward.

Mami even more widened her smile to hear the speech of her baby boy. "Mommy's only 1 pesen, special souvenirs from London."

"Rosa has bought gifts for Mami," I said plainly.

Dion rubbed the top of my head with a smile. I looked at him too. Feeling that my words are wrong but I can't find any fault where. "Mommy's not for sale, baby."

The more I clenched my forehead. Confused!

"Mommy is waiting for the news of your monthly guest delay, my beautiful daughter," explained Mami after seeing my confusion that did not get an explanation from Dion.

A red hue met on my face. Blushed by the speech that led to the evening activities we had just passed in two seasons. I looked in any direction to neutralize my feelings.

"Your wife is shy, how many seasons have you done it until your wife is not used to it?" mami's temptations made me bow my head.

"Mommy, kepo," said Dion who could not bear to see me embarrassed because he was tempted by a very taboo thing.

"Ha-ha-ha ..," Mami's laughter exploded hearing Dion's words.

"Remember Mami's pesen, don't stop if it doesn't feel sore yet! The passion for working on PO Mami!" mami said fieryly before hanging up the phone.

We both looked at each other as soon as my HP screen blackened. Dion lifting

her shoulder marks don't understand while I don't know what to answer. Early in the morning has been pitched something delicious but embarrassing if told.

"Go back to the room, yuk!" ask me, my mind feels black after getting an absurd Mami order.

"It turns out you're a devoted child" Dion said, following me up, embracing and walking in tandem.

"What?" I asked as I looked my face up to hers.

Dion only showed off the perfect arch at both ends of his lips. Pause for the answer he should have given immediately. "Back the room and PO Mami isn't that one thing related?"

After I've been working on it for a while, I just figured out that what he's talking about is season three.

The natureak!

Why Dion's mind is like the mind of the author's Breath "Marry Me" who wants seasons 1 and 2 that have made the reader relieved, must continue until season 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and so on, 8, 9, 10, even a hundred?

Are they a college?