About the Heart

Suddenly Riveted

Our steps that were initially aligned changed to go hand in hand once we entered the boutique. Dion walked first and I followed behind him. Greet kindly with a smile every time you meet a boutique guard. And strangely they seem to know each other. It was seen from the back greeting that called Dion with the greeting of Mas.

I just watched all those sights. The hospitality and familiarity that I feel is more than between the guest and the host. But I didn't take it lightly, because Dion was a smiley fellow. I also offered a smile that was greeted with a smile back that was no less friendly. Passing through a spacious room full of eye-opening dresses, Dion climbed the stairs to the second floor. As if he had mastered the terrain, he sauntered without the need to ask questions and was afraid of getting lost.

A knock he pointed at a white door. There was a voice of a woman who let her in from the room. Dion immediately grabbed my hand and took her in to meet the owner of the room.

"Mbak Sharika," I was shocked to find my sister-in-law sitting in a chair that I believed belonged to this boutique designer.

Sharika left her seat and walked towards the sofa in the corner of the room. "Hi, newlyweds."

Dion led me to walk up to Sharika's sister, sitting on the couch. After the cupica-cupiki, I chose to sit next to Dion on the light gray sofa. Listening to the chatter of the two of them who were greeting in laughter.

"Here, Ma'am's boutique?" I asked because I was attacked by curiosity.

"Yes, Sa, why? You've been here, haven't you?" guess it's Sharika's sister I have to answer honestly, yes.

"Have you been here?" Dion took the snoop.

I looked at the two of them in turn and then made a small nod. Glide the word yes in a voice that is not too loud but I am sure it can be clearly heard. "I've been invited by Maya here." I did not explain the second time here with Mas Rud.

"Oh ... same Rendra that is, huh?" timpal Ma'am Sharika.

"I'm both here, ma'am. Although I finally met Mas Rendra here. Then they decided to go home to .. a," I paused my last word because I realized that I had slipped which could have resulted in a long interrogation.

Dion twisted his body to look at me more freely. "You, coming home alone?"

"I, escorted by Mas Rud," I shrieked while bowing my head.

"Of course, don't fight! Rud will soon be married too, really," explained Sharika calmly as she took a book from her desk.

Is Rud getting married? Why so suddenly? Ah .. wasn't my marriage sudden too? But why did he follow? Is that an impingement?

"Which one did you choose?" asked Dion who only faintly sounded in my ear but I ignored.

A gentle touch on the arm, slowly bringing my consciousness back into place. I gasped and sighed deeply to neutralize my shock. Reviewing a smile to reduce my awkwardness because it has been coughed up while daydreaming.

"What?" ask me then because I know if until held my arm I must have ignored a question that I should have answered.

Dion handed me a book with some wedding clothes. "Select which one?"

I smiled as I received the picture book. Look at each one carefully. Comparing them in detail in order to be able to choose one that truly represented my desires, was simple but still elegant.

"Help pickin can, can't you?" I asked after some confusion came to my mind.

Dion flipped through the paper in his hand. Sharpen my eyesight to match my desired taste. Her gaze came to a halt on an image visualizing a transparent long-sleeved dress. Looks beautiful with curves in the upper body and expands in the skirt. Elegant sexy is not fun. "I think it suits you, honey."

"I like that too, just still doubtful about this one," I pointed at the sabrina-modeled leaves that exposed the neck and shoulders to the maximum.

"It's too open, honey. Don't let your beauty be enjoyed by other men's eyes in excess" Dion said, making me feel very guarded.

"Well, if that's how I choose this one, yes," point me at the dress Dion chose.

"Where are you making it, mom?" I'm curious because Dion seems relaxed, not bothered by choosing his suit.

"Make the bridegroom have the same package of dresses that women, Sa," explained Sister Sharika who from earlier was busy with a pencil and paper in her hand, drawing.

"Owgh ..." I reply.

"I'll still be good-looking in any model outfit, honey," he snobbed with a perfect smile.

"Don't fight mulu, later Rosa vomits ngedengernya," said Mbak Sharika.

"I'm as if Rosa's throwing up, that means I'm mighty" chuckled Dion, who I gave her a pinch on her stomach.

"Sa, never shut up 'well your husband's mouth, no place, '" continued Mbak Sharika without hesitation.

Dion pursed his lips and approached my face. "Here, honey, shut up!"

Sharika stood up from her seat. "Come down, the dress is already in the fitting room."

We are following Sharika's steps. Get out of the room and down the stairs. Re-entering a spacious room with half the room sealed in half, male and female room fittings. While there is a sofa arranged in the corner of the room to wait.

"Sa, you try it first, yeah! Let me be helped by Ms. Sita," said Ms. Sharika while introducing a woman who was carrying a white dress for me.

"Come, Ma'am," said Sita's polite.

We immediately entered the fitting room. Patiently and patiently Sita helped me to wear that beautiful dress. I saw my reflection in a large mirror attached to the wall. A beautiful dress is exactly what I want. Simple but elegant. It turns out that Dion's choice was very appropriate.

"Very beautiful and fitting, Ma'am," said Mbak Sita after seeing me wearing it.

Turning my body to the right and to the left, turning once in a while. Smile radiated. "Beautiful, huh, Ma'am?" ask for an assessment.

"Mbak is always beautiful using the design of Mbak Sharika," the value of Mbak Sita that makes me confused.

I clenched my forehead and looked at Madam Sita. "Always?"

The look on Sita's face changed. He closed his mouth as if he were talking. Displeasure is pervading him until it can be read from his gesture.

"What's up, Ma'am?" my question is to approach it.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I still remember when you were here buying kebaya with a guy but not Mas Dion. I still remember very well how the series you guys until I always imagined," I Mbak Sita with his face down.

"Why are you scared? The one that was my ex, Ma'am," obviously I'm as relaxed as possible.

Slowly a smile began to expand on the lips of Sita Ma'am. His anxiety began to fade and could act as usual as before.

"Bak is lucky, losing the handsome Mas gets Mas Dion who is not only handsome but also friendly."

"really?" I made sure the compliment was to hear the next story.

Sita's mother nodded. "Mas Dion is here often, Ma'am, the person is friendly and likes to joke with us who are only this employee. Not infrequently bring a lot of food for us to eat together."

Is that how good my husband is? He was good.

"Mbak, show the same Mas Dion," said Mbak Sita who made me immediately leave the room fittings.

"Where, Mas?" ask me as soon as I open the door.

The deg!

The man sitting on the couch looked at me. And I was the same, glued to see it. We were both surprised. I didn't think that the sofa had changed occupants, not Dion but Mas Rud. Aye ... Mas Rud's.

"Beautiful" he muttered, still sounding faintly in my ear.

That compliment felt like it stuck me. Roll together the waves slam into the middle of the ocean, then again sweep the sand on the beach. Couldn't find a bubbly taste in my heart. Intending to reverse the pace, dodging from it.

"You're beautiful, honey!" compliments came back to my ears when I was just about to turn my body.

Dion has been squeezing my waist. "I'm sorry, I picked up the phone outside."

"Yes, I'm surprised, you don't exist but he does" I explained, hinting at Mas Rud's eyes.

"Rud, this is yours, you try it first, yes!" pinta Mbak Sharika with 2 suits in both hands. He held out a black suit in his right hand. While the same colored suit that was on his left hand was extended to Dion.

The two men received the suit that Ms Sharika gave them.

"Try it together! all empty room fittings right? Sa, you sit here first! Ma'am stay for a while, there are guests," said Sharika's mother.

I headed to the sofa to wait for Dion to show me his suit. I took my HP to drive away the desolate. Taking my own picture, capturing it as a memory. After some photos I got, I was shocked by the opening of the door to the room fittings. Two men came out together as if they had already been in the scenario.

"Handsome,"