About the Heart

He's my husband

The incident in the office cafeteria was still on my mind. How awkward Mr. Aryan who continues to be patted by Bu Tya, funny. I really want to laugh if I remember. But I held back to maintain my eldest brother's self-esteem.

"Picked up your husband, didn't you? Or do you want to be with me?" asked Mr. Aryan as soon as he passed my desk to go home from work.

I put my head to him. "picked up."

"Yes, I went home first, yes," said Mr. Aryan kindly.

"Sir Aryan's really paying attention to you, Sa?" curious Anggen with his cute face, after Pak Aryan step away from me.

"That's what it's good to be a cute person" I said with an ambiguous smile.

"I'm also cute, but I'm not careful with Mr. Aryan, either" he grumbled.

"You, have a crush on Mr. Aryan, too?" my God to strengthen my guess if Anggen also put a taste to Mr. Aryan.

Shame and wrong behavior. Fix, there's a heart in love. But he tried to lie to me for whatever reason. Well, man, I appreciate your decision.

"You don't want to know me as your husband?" asked the next Anggen, trying to cover up his attitude that I just could tell what a sign.

"Come on! My husband is already downstairs," I explained, standing with the bag in my hand.

*****

"Depe!"

I heard that name repeatedly but I ignored it, as did Anggen. We still talk about the little things about ourselves. Try to get to know each other more closely and intimately. This is the first step to a relationship called friendship.

"Depe, I don't call out, do I?" said Bu Tya with a big breath.

"Deepe?" seruku along with Anggen.

"Yes, you are Depe" said Bu Tya by pointing a finger at me.

"I?" I convinced myself.

"Yes, I call you Depe, aja," said Bu Tya.

Depe? I'm Rosa! Change people's names. Huft ... basic! Sebel, don't take it, but what can I do? Accept, that's all I can do. Getting a new name refers to the dangdut singer who is famous for her sex wobble. Isha! Shame dong, I. Can it shake? a shake? a shake? Ih .. so inget hairy and agile will be. Rosa, awake! Keep your kiss in its place.

"As for mom, just," I replied resignedly.

"Sssssstttt .. Don't call me, Mom, donk! Call Tya, aja. We're the same age, you know," she explained, which made me and Anggen look at each other.

"Isn't it rude to call names, ma'am?" Orggen.

"Now we are friends, three beautiful editors," said Bu Tya with a big smile.

Again, Anggen and I just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"Come, let's go home together, my friend!" take Bu Tya while holding our hands in each hand.

"As a sign of the beginning of our friendship, today I will take you home" Bu Tya later recalled.

"I've been picked up, ma'am," I honestly saw that Dion was waiting for me in the lobby.

Bu Tya showed his curious face. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I kept quiet, just continued to step closer to the man who was endlessly spreading his smile. Grabbing her right hand and leaving a kiss there. "Here, my husband, Mom."

"Husband?" mam Tya exclaimed in disbelief.

"Sir Aryan?" tanyanya.

Dion frowned as soon as he heard the name Pak Aryan called by Bu Tya. It didn't take long for him to realize that this woman in front of him was putting his heart on my boss. With a friendly smile he familiarized himself with Bu Tya. "Do you need my help to get close to Aryan?"

Bu Tya showed a red hue on his cheek. Shy but willing, yes that is the expression of people who long for love. His mouth was silent but from his eyes was a reply, yes.

"Then we go first!" I say goodbye to both of them.

*****

An hour of fighting with traffic, we finally arrived at Mama's house. The car immediately entered the courtyard as soon as I opened the gate and Dion immediately searched for a parking spot. After that we immediately went down to look for a relaxing sitting point. The door opened as soon as I called Kristy to tell her we were in front.

"Cie .. newlyweds. Bring it with you, 'what's that hand?" sindir Kristy saw our hands clinging to each other.

Instead of letting go of my hand, Dion grabbed me. Intentionally teasing Kristy and strangely I also launched the action. Next, we followed my sister's steps towards the family room that Mama had there. Hugging warmly and then sitting nearby spoiled.

"Ma, Rosa's kangen," I'm with a sling on Mama's arm.

Touched my head by the loving hand of the owner of eternal love. "Have wanted to be a mother, less spoiled," said Mama who I believe was only a blur of lips, not something that came from his heart. Because for a mother, until whenever her child remains a child who will always be asked.

"Let it go, Kris, he seems to miss Mama so much" said Dion, who made me even more spoiled.

"Don't pamper Ms. Rosa, Mas, later crashing, youh," Kristy's message which again only returned a smile by Dion.

"Born of the sirik" I sneered at the snoring Kristy.

Dion again and again just smiled looking at our debate. Take a look at Kristy and choose to see me and Mama. "Ma, how are our wedding preparations? Is there something we should help?"

"You don't have to worry, everything is in order. Leave it to us!" Mama assured.

"This is our marriage, Ma, why are you taking care of everything without involving us in the least," said Dion, who did not want to lose responsibility.

Mama stroked my hair softly. "Your struggle to get love is hard and winding. So now let us change fight to make you happy."

I held my arms to Mama. Deepened by everything Mama and everyone are doing to support us. Dion has struggled to get my heart so far and now they are fighting to consolidate our relationship. This is the time when I also struggle together, eroding the taste for hearts other than my husband's. "Thank you, Ma. Rosa feels so lucky to have you, "my isak is happy.

"You're lucky to have a husband like Dion" said Mama, who I admit to one hundred percent truth.

Dion is my luck.

"Yes, you take a shower first. Mama's with Kristy ready for dinner, first," Mama's orders later made me give up my arms and stand up.

"Still remember where your room is, right, Ma'am?" tease Kristy with her naughty smile.

"Mas, I forgot. Show me, dong!" I whined at Dion who was still relaxing on the sofa.

"Cieee .. call him now Mas .. uhuy!" ledek Kristy is becoming.

"I think your mother's starting to bucin, Kris," Dion followed me.

With a smile full of charm, Dion began to leave his sitting position and walked over to me. I embrace my shoulder and start walking. "That was beginning to wash should be on Kris's shoulders, lest he regain consciousness" Dion said in a satirical tone.

The pinch on his stomach that I did made him complain a little. "You think I'm a khilaf, 'that's, '" I grumbled.

*****

"Ahhh ... finally can also fall on this bed," cried after finishing bathing and changing clothes.

Straightening my back all day I forced it to sit sweetly in the office chair. I closed my eyes and felt the smell of the room I had left for a few weeks. A longing that infiltrates the heart with the atmosphere and activities that I used to always do here, lazing around.

"Mas, tonight we'll just stay here, okay?" I was spoiled as soon as Dion came out of the bathroom.

"May, all will ...," Dion paused for having to wear his shirt.

Noticing him without blinking, I waited for the continuation of his sentence. But Dion approached me with a smile that made me feel suspicious. Sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking my hair.

"You guys want to make a story here" he continued.

"What story?" I'm not suspicious at all.

"Later, deh," said Dion as if he wanted to play a secret.

"What, anyway?" I wondered with a hopeful look.

"That's ...," Dion was forced to stop because he heard a knock three times on the door.

"Eat time! Don't stay in the room, you'll eat each other!" kristy's voice from the outside that made me amused mixed with shame.

My little sister always had a sentence to tease me. Even so, I'm happy. His presence always creates laughter and joy.

"Come, down!" take Dion and get up from his seat. I stretched out my hand and immediately greeted. Pulls me gently and we can finally stand in line. Staring at each other and polishing smiles on the lips.

A pinch clamped my nose. "Come on!"

*****

Play guesswork, yuk!

Does Anggen love Mr. Aryan in silence like the title of the novel below?

Is Mr Aryan going to be tempted by Bu Tya? Or will the feelings of Mr. Aryan always return to Rosa? Like the title of Aldekha Depe's beloved sister novel,

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