About the Heart

Jakarta, I'm back (2)

The time has come, back to Indonesia. Jakarta full of stories will return after a long journey that will begin this meet the end point. Delay one hour from the schedule listed on the ticket, which is 13:00 London time is not a problem. As long as you are alone with a loved one, all hate will be a taste that is enjoyed.

This time, the plane will transit in Amsterdam, and will then land for the last time this time at Soekarno Hatta Airport, Indonesia. During the trip, there was always romance from my husband. Sweet little attention, able to make me fall asleep and repeatedly thank you for having been given the opportunity to have it.

"What do we want to go home, Mas?" my question sounds sweet because it's getting used to Mas's call to Dion.

"Ask, yes," the idea while pointing at a car that has the same police number as shown on the app.

"Good day newlyweds, let me take you to the apartment!" greet the driver with a smile.

"Sir Aryan!" I was surprised to see him more deeply.

"I thought after a week in London you wouldn't recognize me" Mr. Aryan said, putting our belongings in the trunk of his car.

"Are I amnesiac?" chuck me as I walked towards the car, opened the back door and sat down to rest there.

From inside the car, I saw Dion and Mr. Aryan talking with a smile on their lips. Familiarity that has recently been felt more and more. I happy.

Not long after, they got into the car and occupied the front seat where Mr. Aryan sat behind the wheel while Dion was next to him.

"Where's honeymoon? Success?" asked Mr. Aryan as soon as the car started to exit the airport area and into the toll.

"Ssssstttt .. unmarried no honeymoon ask! If it's tough, it's hard" I said from the back bench.

"I'm not married, Sa, but if that's the case I'm already khatam. Don't take me for granted" he said, which I replied with a laugh.

"That's exactly it, sir. Ha-ha-ha ..." My laughter forgot about Dion who might have returned with jealousy.

"You guys, if you meet the debate, let's invite you to Najwa's ear tomorrow, huh?" timpal Dion was engrossed with HP in his hands.

"Out of Mr. Aryan, he said handsome, well-established, handsome, generous, satan .. uh. I'm afraid he's rusty, honey," I sneered without knowing the word condescension.

"Tuh, your wife likes to miss. Fortunately I consider it a sister, if not already imprisoned," replied Mr. Aryan showed his spaciousness to Dion.

"The two of you are the same," Dion casually replied.

My heart blossomed from winning to argue with him. There was no cheating and no jealousy I caught from my husband. The look in Mr. Aryan's eyes began to feel normal in my eyes. Maybe he started fading his love and growing his affection as an older brother who had no sisters.

*****

"Mas, don't forget to tip the handsome but single driver sir, yes," he said as he walked to the kitchen to get Dion and Mr. Aryan a drink.

"Please, Yang. I'll give you a phone number of a beautiful woman, she, "Dion replied to my ridicule.

"The two of you are the same," said Mr. Aryan, mimicking Dion's words in the car.

The three of us were together. Laughing at Mr. Aryan's terrible combo. It's not polite, but in friendship this is familiarity. Actually I do not intend to mock him, this is just an exclamation and a screech so that he is more eager to pick up his soul mate.

"Good talk, yeah! The hostess wants to take a shower and rest first" I said after putting two cold canned drinks and a few snack jars on the table in front of them.

"Good rest!" saut Pak Aryan answered me while grabbing the canned drink I just picked up.

*****

Slowly I opened my eyes. Once, twice and several times. I caught a clear clock that pointed at two numbers forming at 17:30. It was already magrib. Move shifting the body from the bed, approaching the nightstand and sipping a glass of available water.

"Who put the water here?" I thought but was soon distracted from the place where I slept.

Just realized that this isn't my room. The color of the walls is white, unlike my room painted tosca blue. I spread my gaze and did not find a faithful globe standing firmly on my bookshelf. Where'sisthis?

Suddenly the door opened from outside. Dion walked in with a smile that added to his good looks. He walked straight towards me without hesitation. I just stared at everything, as if I was in pause mode.

"Wake up, honey?" hers was about to kiss my forehead but soon I was patted.

Dion scrunched his forehead. Seemed shocked by my reaction but briefly pinched my nose slowly. "Forgot that we're halal and live at home?"

A halal? Housemate? I patted my own eel to make a plaque sound. Just remembered that I'm not Miss Rosa but Miss Rosa. Slowly I looked at my smile. Feeling a little certain that Dion's talk about my brain is completely true.

"Go take a shower, honey. In a moment magrib," asked Dion while rubbing my hair.

"Mas, have you taken a shower?" I asked when I saw him sitting on the bed and started struggling with his HP.

He turned his head to me, smiling. "Have you taken a shower yet?"

"Don't flirt, I'll be pre-timed" said Dion, who returned with a misguided smile.

*****

When we finished our dinner, we relaxed while watching television. Rest a tired body after a long London-Jakarta trip. Get ready to go back to fighting with the pile of work tomorrow. I sat up leaning on the sofa while Dion fell down with my thighs as a pillow.

"When are we going to Mama's house, Mom?" askaku without forgetting the word Mas in front of his name.

"So I called Mama, she said again outside of Kristy. The plan is they will stop by here instead," explained Dion while playing his HP.

"really?" ask me to make sure to remember the taste of my kangen that has been piled up with them.

Ting-tong!

"Maybe it's them" I guess happy.

Immediately I lifted Dion's head to move out of my lap. Get up and walk quickly to the door. Wishing full if the one who hit the bell is Mama and Kristy, my dear sister. I can't wait to talk to Mama and argue with my chatty sister.

"Hi, sister! greet Mr. Aryan who just entered by carrying a large box wrapped like a gift.

Stunned for a while, I finally regained my senses. Immediately close the door and follow the steps of Mr. Aryan who has disappeared. Arriving at the living room that doubles the lounge, I found two men at odds that age was handing over the parcel that Mr. Aryan brought.

"Circuits for me, sir," I chirped as soon as the big package had passed into Dion's hands.

"Make you two, dong," explained Mr. Aryan while sitting on a single sofa that is green tosca.

Ting-tong!

A bell rang out again when Mr. Aryan had just sat himself on the sofa.

"You have an important guest? I'll just go home, then" said Mr. Aryan later.

"No need, Bro. It's like my mom's with my sister. Here alone all I know," pinta Dion who began to easily call Mr. Aryan as Bro.

"Well, who knows your brother's soul mate, huh?" kekeh Mr. Aryan.

As they were engaged in a detention chat, I welcomed the arrival of a guest whom I thought was my nuclear family. Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, Kristy slammed into my arms. "Mbak .. I miss!" kristy said happily.

"You're like a kid, aja. If the fight gathers, once separated lebay," explained Mama first left us who are still fun to let each other miss.

"Come, let's go in, first!" take me as soon as we let go of each other's embrace.

We walked along while holding hands. Like a pair of lovers who are trapped in the LDR and can only meet. Our steps came to a halt when we saw a rare sight. Mama was surrounded by two handsome men who took turns kissing her hands.

"Ih .. so sweet," cried Kristy who made Mr. Aryan turn towards us, seeing Kristy of course.

"You, Kristy, huh? I know Aryan, your eldest brother," said Mr. Aryan with his PD.

"First brother?" I was wondering where that lineage could come from.

"Yes, right, Ma?" Mr. Aryan made sure of Mama.

"Call Mama, again," I won't accept.

"Come, sit down!" my mother ordered me to watch us talking while standing up.

"From now on, Mama's kids aren't just Dion, Rosa and Kristy. Aryan now Mama made your eldest brother," Mama explained to prove the truth of Mr. Aryan's words.

"Delighted, got two super handsome mas," continued Kristy who can not refuse the charm of a good looking man.

"Be careful, Chris! Brothers are so much the mode," my lyrics to Dion are met with a smile by her.

"Proven, right? Slowly the status will level up. From brother to darling," Dion's seductive geek proved the truth.

"Well I have a sister-in-law, old," I said to Mr. Aryan who did not understand the insinuations I was playing and Dion.

"Don't listen to the newlyweds leveling up from brother so baby, this is. Let's go to the dining room, Mama's got a lot of food," Mama told my coachman's debate.

Kristy followed in Mama's footsteps while wriggling in Mr. Aryan's arms. "Come, my new handsome Mas!"

Dion embraced my shoulder and became the last occupant of the house to leave the living room to the dining room. The boisterous atmosphere of the family is bustling and full of laughter, happy.