About the Heart

Is Love Chasing Or Chasing?

Seconds after seconds of the clock that rotates I feel so shaken that time feels very long running. Waiting for him to return left me overwhelmed with endless anxiety. I was completely unsettled, repeatedly sitting down but I also repeatedly stood back up and paced incessantly.

"Calm down, Sa!" tell Sharika Mom somehow for how many times.

Still pacing from the door and peering out through the wide glass wall, I could not find his figure. "My heart's not good, Ma'am. My gut feeling is, this time Mas Dion flirted," I'm endlessly watching the clock hanging on the wall.

"They're adults, they know how to solve problems. Violence is not a justified step but if it is the last step to deter, I think I will too" Sharika said.

Dion was not a person who liked to use his martial skills carelessly. But emotions that have long been muted, will certainly be blindly if always ignited embers fights. Moreover, they have been brawled before, yes .. when on the engagement of Mas Rendra. Their faces were battered, like hearts lodged in their bodies. That means my worries aren't excessive.

"Stay, Ma'am, I don't want them to fight" I insisted as I walked towards the open door.

"Darling, are you okay, all right?" greet me as soon as Dion enters the room quietly, without anger and instead smiles as usual.

"He, who is not well, is fine" Dion replied casually as he walked towards the sofa in Sharika's room and sat himself there.

My premonition did not miss, the answer was clearly referring to the wound that Mas Rud had suffered. I took my breath, choosing what step I should take. I don't want to be rash and repeat the same mistake. In the past, Dion was furious because I asked about the situation of Mas Rud who had just been involved in beating each other with him. Now, how should I behave?

"Are you hurt too?" I chose to ask her about her condition that did not show any injuries in the visible area of the eye.

Dion stood up and took my hand to follow him. "Come, we're home!"

"Sir, we go home, first" I said as I walked to the exit of his room.

"Be careful!" advice Mbak Sharika with facial features that show concern.

Kangguki, the words that Ma'am Sharika just said. Throwing a glance at him and slowly rolling his eyes back to look at Dion who was already walking in front of me. Right at the door we cross paths with Mas Rud. Accidentally round my eyes right raining on the bead of his eyes. Spoons. There were no bloodstains I found, though there were bruises he couldn't hide. The blood can be removed but the marks of the blow can't lie. There were no words I said, nor did my feet keep on following Dion who was walking regardless of Mas Rud.

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The car is running at medium speed. I was still silent, feeling awkward to start talking. Preventing misquesting, that's what I'm actually doing. Waiting for Dion to start a word but not even talking. I stared at the streets ahead while occasionally glancing at him. His face flashed a smile as usual as if nothing had just happened.

Suddenly, my right hand was grabbed. He warmed up with his finger link. There was a warmth that he tried to flow through his touch. I can feel. I looked at his face but he focused on looking ahead. I turned my eyes back on the empty streets.

The sky that had been clouded earlier, slowly shed its tears. Rained out. The season that should have entered the drought, suddenly there was rain. A little weird but fun. Dots of water that began to fall and roll on the windshield of the car to my left, opened the memory of my love that was always coupled with the rain.

The first rain about my last rejection to Dion who finally made a slide deja vu with Mas Rud. Ending feelings for the love fighter and be the beginning for love that never crossed, the scenario is so deep, full of likes and ends in wounds.

The second rain, the beautiful rain with the style of Dilan and Milea. Falling in love for the first time with someone who never crossed. Beautiful even if only for a moment. It ended with the wound that is still raining until it settles lara.

This rain is like my series of love journeys. And the whirring of the water that fell this time, became his latest session. The story follows two men who become the main players in the rain love story two episodes earlier.

My reverie about the rain made me not realize that we had stopped at the apartment parking lot. It was too late with my own mind that I didn't realize when Dion took off my seat-bealt.

"You're coming down, aren't you, Yang?" the soft tan that teased my own imagination.

I gasped and stammered with the words I wanted to say to her. "Hm" only that murmur finally came out of my mouth.

"Are you thinking about what just happened between me and Rud?" dion asked me about my unfocused thoughts.

"Yes" I replied weakly without looking at him.

"There's nothing to worry about. I'm fine, all right," he said, showing his face that had no trace of violence at all.

"You beat up Mr. Alex's bodyguard, is that gonna be okay, all right?" I'm trying to broaden the scope of the people who will react to this incident.

"Are you worried about me or her?" the one question Dion had avoided finally came to light as well.

"Are you sure she's getting married?" dion's real question also hung in my mind from earlier.

"Why should I doubt it?" askaku.

"Because he still wants you. It's strange that all of a sudden he's going to turn himself in to another woman" Dion said in his detective style.

"Maybe that's the way to move on" my analyst responded to Dion's rejection.

"That's a crime of the heart, dear," asserted Dion.

What other kind of crime is that? Is there a law in law? Are there any previous examples? Can the perpetrators be punished? Ah ....

"Wouldn't his decision to become a heart criminal be profitable, us?" my question is to make the heart like a law of profit and loss.

"Of course I'm lucky to have you" said Dion.

"Do you think I'm lucky or lost?" my investigation followed Dion who got out of the car and immediately pressed the lock button on the door in his hand.

"Your luck is all the more, honey. I am the man of the limited edition of the century" he admitted.

I was lucky, very lucky, and probably the luckiest woman of the century. Loved by heart with all his heart without caring his heart is hurt and always there for a heart that loves another heart and in the end that heart is hurt and he brings a heart full of love to heal the wounded heart becomes a heart full of love.

Ruwet, right? Yes, that's how I'm lucky in a heart wrapped in love.

"Hi, my limited edition husband, wait for me!" as I chased after Dion who increased his walking speed.

Bruk!

Due to the focus of running, my eyes did not catch Dion's step which suddenly stopped. "I told you not to come after me! I'll always be after you."

Even a smile full of cunning I sing. Staring at him naughty and soon I ran away leaving him. Down the hallway of the apartment on the floor where our room is located. My breathing began to rage I was forced to keep running to avoid the catch. Another moment of my distance from him, suddenly Mr. Aryan appeared from behind the door of Mas Rendra's apartment. Without a second thought, I immediately turned to his back to seek protection.

"Why do you run, anyway?" bewildered Mr. Aryan who was surprised by my actions hid behind his back, while Dion was already standing in front of him with a breath of breath.

"Kok, you're out of Rendra's apartment?" dion asked so aware of the peculiarity I had just realized as well.

"Hu uh," I unknowingly moved beside Mr. Aryan and took a sharp look at his face.

"Because, you!" catch Dion, grab my shoulder and embrace him into Mas Rendra's apartment.

"I live here now" said Mr. Aryan who followed us on his way first.

"You got a taste, huh?" accuse me with a fierce look.

"Tomorrow, check on your wife, bro! His brain is completely complete like," said relaxed Pak Aryan while bringing snacks from the kitchen area.

"Let's go for a short, bro. I love the shortcuts," Dion slurried with his mischievous smile.

"Ih .. You guys are a bitch! Beautiful like this, said konslet," I grumbled while looking for our apartment door opener in various clothing pockets attached to Dion's body. From the shirt pocket to the pants pocket nothing escapes the touch of my hand.

"Honey, why are you trying*me?" seductive Dion with his ambiguous smile.

"Today!" show me off when the thing I was looking for was found at the table by the sofa we were sitting on. I also walked towards the exit. Open the door and pass. Leaving two men who had feuded and now became a brother like Mama.

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