About the Heart

Pummelling

I headed to the sofa to wait for Dion to show me his suit. Play with my HP to drive away deserted. 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."

"You two are equally handsome" said Ms Sharika who had just arrived.

Save myself who just praised me for who. Just for my husband or for my ex. Sister Sharika who walked towards Mas Rud, made me sure to rush in front of Dion immediately. Welcoming her smile that seemed so happy.

"How's it?" Dion asked for an assessment of the appearance of the black suit fitting on his body.

Walking around, looking from different angles, again standing before him. "Perfects."

"You too, dear," Dion values my appearance in the white dress she chose.

"You two, come here! I want to take a look at you," called Sister Sharika who was checking on Mas Rud's suit.

Without a doubt, Dion helped me move to the place where Ms. Sharika meant. The tail of my dress, lifted by her to make my footwork easier. Avoiding the overuse of such materials.

"Rud, where's your future wife? Let's try on the dress," asked Sharika because Mas Rud only came alone without the woman he would edit.

"While asking Rosa to try, Shar. They have the same body proportions" explained Mas Rud who made the atmosphere so unpleasant.

Hearing that, I spontaneously saw Dion.

"Well, may I ask your wife to try on my future wife's wedding dress?" it was Mas Rud's permission that made Dion yet to react.

"Where's your future wife? My woman is not for you to try!" firmly Dion who immediately cried coldness throughout the room to penetrate my skin.

Silent!

"Bring your bride here as soon as possible, it doesn't have to be today, anyway" Ms Sharika said.

"You two can change clothes, the size is right, I don't need to remodel," told Mbak Sharika to avoid a dispute that might break if we continue in one room.

"Come on!" invite me while holding his arm, smiling hoping to melt the grains of anger that are ready to roll.

"Mbak Sita, please come back to work again" I said so I could talk to my jealous husband.

Dion took off his suit, loosened his tie and placed his hand on his side belly, tracing his waist. "Maybe he tell you to try on his bride-to-be's wedding gown" growled Dion, looking from his anger-bearing face.

"Once it is, don't respond. Maybe it's a test for people to get married, honey," comfort me by rubbing his chest to be more patient.

"Today I was silent, for I was not yet your husband. Now, all I have to make is clear" Dion insisted, stepping out of the fitting room.

Wanted to chase her but I remember the dress I was still wearing. With great difficulty, I tried to open the zipper on my back. I failed a few times but I didn't give up. Finally the zipper opened, I immediately took it off and put my clothes back on, a knee-length dress patterned with small flowers.

Step out, deserted. There's nobody in that room. I tried to get out of the room but nothing. I decided to meet with Ms. Sharika. Maybe he knew where the two men were going. Remembering that Mas Rud was talking to him when we entered the fitting room.

"Bak, where are they?" my question doesn't mention names but I'm sure Miss Sharika knows who I mean by them.

"Wait, just here! Let them finish everything. Rud must know that now he can't. Dion is acting right this time, don't you stop" Sharika said, making my mind enlightened.

Yes .. I am his wife now. As a husband, he must show the power that he is my owner, my whole soul, my body and all my feelings. Mas Rud, must know his limits to fight for his feelings. The strong wall called marriage will soon be more solid if it is true that he will also get married. Fortifying the feelings that might still be in his heart.

*****

Dion PoV's

I just stepped into the room we were in. Saw you just came out of the fitting room in the white dress I had chosen. My eyes cannot deny the charm that radiates from your face. The beauty that always makes me fall in love and the more I admit that your face is so aweful.

"Beautiful" the phrase I wanted to reveal to you but had already lost was quickly spoken from her lips, the man sitting on the sofa I was sitting on, Rud.

The look on your face clearly illustrates shock. The me that was there changed into him, the ex that got you stuck in the flavor dynamic.

"You're beautiful, honey!" praise me for removing the awkwardness that just ambushed you.

Keep walking up to you and I'm getting your waistline friendly. "I'm sorry, I picked up the phone outside."

Your surprise is natural, dear. Not only because he saw it accidentally but also because he heard his praise that I believe would make your heart decay instantly. Your ears may not want to hear it, like my ears are itching for a moment. But I tried to dampen my anger, maybe he also accidentally took out the word, just sliding from his subconscious.

The awkwardness that I had melted, further melted when Ma'am Sharika came to hand over the suit for me and for him. Breath of relief you may be able to breathe when we have entered the room fittings.

The suit that Madam Sharika gave me was already attached to my body. She grinned once more in front of the mirror and smiled. "Aren't I no less handsome than Rud?"

Sure was! Who wouldn't be fascinated by my handsome face? Hmmm .. unfortunately I forgot, that my own wife had not been entangled in my charm for ten years. That's okay. After all, I have now calmed down, taking steps to reach happy in the household heresy.

I think it's enough to admire myself, now is the time for you to change your judgment. Confidently, I straightened up, waltzed out and along with the steps at the next door. Like the scenario, Rud and I stood at the door, staring at you.

"Handsome."

That word just evaporated from your mouth. Your eyes are focused on me but the corner of your eye is a small glint to another corner. Until I doubt, is the compliment purely for me? Yes ... never mind. My emotions can still be dampened for the second time.

"Well, may I ask your wife to try on my future wife's wedding dress?" rud's request had ignited a muffled emotion, returned and intensified.

I can no longer think I accept the logic. What is that request? If you want to marry another woman why the one who tried her dress is my wife, the ex who just yesterday was chased. What mode else, him?

My emotions were about to explode when you took me to enter the fitting room again. I know, you're trying to muffle a heart that's been burned by coals. Sorry, Sweetheart. This time I can't hold it anymore. You are mine! Trying to tease your feelings means underestimating my pride.

I put my foot out, leaving you still trying to hold me. Approaching Rud who was still chatting with my only older sister.

"We need to talk!" I said with a piercing glare.

Continue up the stairs and stop at the boutique roof. Rud followed, walking over to me who was standing in the middle of the vast building filled with plants. With the same cold, we stared at each other in different flavors.

"Is your marriage just a charade?" ask me to the point.

Rud looked at me deeply and began to open his lips. "Obviously my feelings aren't theatrical."

I took a longer breath, reducing the anger I wanted to get rid of. Trying to hold my hand to not throw a punch. "The man was not going to take anything else that he had thrown away."

"I just took something that should have been mine," he said calmly.

"Your own is the woman you're about to marry. Rosa is mine, don't forget that I married her" I said with a piercing look.

"Yours? I was the first to have it. And you ... just get the rest," he sneered with a slanted smile that I instantly increased his tilt with a wound, blood.

Bugs!

A punch I landed right on his face. "It's for your insolence for kissing her on the train."

His body staggered slightly getting a sudden attack. I don't think he thought that if I was the one who used to be calm, it's a rage now. He rubbed the corners of his red-stained lips. Laughs back and comes back to me. "I used to just kiss her, now I can make her my bride."

Bugs!

I put a punch back on his face. I want to make her lips battered. It is as if you want to win the heart that has a sacred bond. "As long as my life is still there, I'll never leave her to you."

"Wait for that moment! And I'll prove it if I'm gonna have it back," he said, sparking further anger.

"Dream!" ambush me with a deadly look and I immediately leave that hot place. If it lingers there I think I can kill it. I restored the normalcy of a Dion along the way to get you home. A face full of smiles, calmness and warmth, that's what I'm restoring.

"Darling, are you okay, all right?" greet you as soon as I enter the room and embrace you immediately.

"He, who's not okay, is fine."

*****

Dion and Rud fight each other over Rosa's heart. Can we call it BAD BOY AND MAFIA GIRL?

Wanna know? Cool novelty got my cute sister, yeah!