About the Heart

Disappear

Spending the night in his arms, feeling the touch of his skin on my skin and hearing the roar of his breath behind his ears, I didn't want the morning to just come. My eyes were still closed but I could see how he also felt what I felt, comfortable. If only I didn't remember this workday, I'd like to spend the day in this state. With her, in her arms, I think I'm full even if I just eat her love.

Dion's phone rang, inevitably forcing her to give up her embrace on my body. Grabbing a flat object that vibrates on the nightstand even though the eyes still do not fully want to open. By applying the sense of sight many times to be able to recognize, he suddenly sat himself down. Just picking up the phone, he was immediately swept off the blanket that from last night warmed our bodies. With a quick movement get up and go out to the balcony.

I was just watching his strange movements. I became curious about the caller. Wh who? What was? Why did Dion wake up when he was not fully awake? This is the first time Dion's picked up the phone away from me.

I was confused as to what I should do. Better pretentious not to care about pretending not to be aware of everything? Or get up and wait for him to come back to ask what happened? Hmmm .. He's gone, which means he doesn't want me to know. Well I won't force it.

Go on a show, I close my eyes. Warm yourself up in the blanket because it's still too early. Even dawn has not come. Forced real sleep but my mind rejected it. Keep curious, there is news of what and from whom to this hour contact. I finally tried to close my eyes again.

Even though I pretended not to know everything, I could tell when Dion came back into the room and sat by the side of the bed. From behind his back I could peek if he was busy typing. I slowly started moving my body as if I had just woken up. Lower the blanket slightly to the stomach and look at it from behind.

"Udah, awake?" dion asked as soon as I realized I was starting to open my eyes.

I nodded my head to answer her question. Slowly sit down, and ask him again. "Well, how did you wake up?"

"There was a phone call just now," to be honest with a smile as usual.

Shifted away and I sat down next to her bed. "Who's calling at this hour? Is something going on?"

Hearing her honesty, I was more and more convinced to keep asking. He did not lie with his phone, maybe he will tell you what made him anxious earlier. But the answer made me think negatively. He was trying to be as normal as possible but I could catch the unusual gagat.

"I have to leave early, you can go alone, right, Yang?" dion asked while kissing my forehead to cover up the awkwardness of his attitude.

"Of course, I used to be, too" I was convinced with a smile.

"Well, I'll take a shower, okay?" he said while scrambling to caress my long hair.

Right, there must be something going on. Departing so early, too out of reason too if it is related to work problems. What else is bothering my husband?

*****

"Sa, how come I didn't get it?" asked Mr. Aryan who was suddenly behind me when I entered the lobby.

"Depart first, sir," I replied, choosing the sentence incomplete.

"I should have, you said I was. Can go together," said Mr. Aryan while following me into the elevator.

"We are staying at Mama's house" I said, looking back at the walking elevator wall.

"You, sick?" asked Mr. Aryan after looking at me and found me away from him.

I'm shaking. "N sleepy."

"Eat him if you stay up late know the time of sister, dear," seduced Pak Aryan by putting his hand on the top of my head and scrambling it.

"Who is the merchant? I woke up before dawn" I replied while tidying up the hair that was randomized Mr. Aryan.

"You have to make a schedule, 'uh. Do not make tangles early in the morning, look," advised Mr. Aryan with a smile that is always sweet.

I left my own position and stood ahead of him. "Father 'uh who should make a schedule. It seems like two of the sisters had a crush, 'tuh, '" I explained before leaving it as soon as the elevator door opened.

"Is that how?" asked Mr. Aryan by raising his eyebrows alternately.

"Don't be so smart, sir," my great-granddaughter continued walking.

"Why did the new woman instantly have a crush on me, while you used to, didn't you?" sir Aryan was on his way to his room. When I stopped at my desk, he stopped. Take out a box and put it on my desk. Without saying anything, he left immediately.

I opened the box in front of me. Although not giving up but I'm sure if he gave it to me. Fruit salad in the serving is filling the white box. I immediately put the sentence on my favorite smart thing.

Thank you my eldest brother, this is not a mode, is it? Inget, I'm somebody's wife! You're too old for me to tax.

After being sent out for a few seconds, there was a reply coming in from him shortly after. But I ignored it because I started struggling with my laptop. A minute later, my HP rang. Who else, if not, is he? I'll ignore. If it is done there will be no end.

*****

"Mas," I said as soon as Dion picked up the phone, my video call to be exact.

"What, Honey? I'm sorry I haven't had time to call you in the morning" said Dion, who appeared preoccupied with papers strewn across his desk.

"Sounds you're busy? Don't forget lunch, yeah!" remember me with a cheering smile.

"Yes, don't forget a nutritious lunch, too!" the advice I answered by showing off my fruit salad.

"You, diet?" Why eat salad?" dion asked with his face focused on seeing me.

A smile I answered for his question. "Once in a while, it's okay, right?"

"Later, I'll make dinner. Your unsatisfied lunch substitute" promised Dion, who I thought would be tiring to remember the heaps of work that awaited him.

"No need, honey. I'll just cook later," I bargained because I saw it too tired if I had to cook after work.

While chatting, I heard someone knocking on the door of his room. As a result, our chat I deliberately decided immediately. He seems to be very busy today. I also choose to focus on my salad, my next mission is to devour it to the end.

"Cock eaten now?" Mr. Aryan came when I started tasting his salad.

I turned my face towards his arrival. "So early in the morning it was a heavy breakfast, sir."

"Ngapain, are you here? Shouldn't we have lunch?" a little curious I found it in the rooftop instead of the cafeteria.

"I'd be uncomfortable with those women if there wasn't you" she explained, sitting next to me.

"Father must open their hearts to them, who knows their soul mate" I chanted casually.

"Do you think I'm too old?" the question went off the track of the topic I was presenting.

I looked at his face carefully. No wrinkles, tend to be younger even compared to his age. Especially if she is dressed casually. "If these two are 'this may be a lot of people who think we're lovers, sir. Or the newlyweds, he-he-he ...," my gura-ku responded to his curiosity.

"Unfortunately, I'm your brother now" he said, shuffling my hair again.

"Father don't keep this up, there will be a misunderstanding," I murmured while restoring the neatness of my hair.

"Did one of the sisters do this to his sister?" tanyanya lightly.

"Unfortunately, the father is a plus-plus brother," I said, which raises another question for him.

If Mr. Aryan is really my eldest brother, of course I am very happy. Sweet behavior like hair shuffling earlier must be very I enjoy. The problem is that our brother-sister relationship exists because of the assumption from Mama. There is no blood relation but rather a sense originally called love.

"You mean I'm a big brother but I love you, 'that's it?" guess with a big laugh.

"That, you know," I must have cleaned up the salad leftovers in the box.

"I sincerely consider you my sister, as sincerely as I love you, long ago," she explained, but I paled because I saw the look on her face.

"Have you?" I asked as I received a bottle of mineral water that he poured.

"Now you're my sister's wife, where I might have taken you" he said.

I looked at her face gently again. Find another sincere man who loves me besides my husband. Him, my eldest brother. "Sir, be my brother, if that'll make you happy!"

"Allow me to do this, as your brother. I will know the situation, not just do it in front of others," she asked with sincerity radiated from the look in her eyes as she again rattled my hair softly for the third time.

I raised my right hand and held my little finger in front of him. He also knitted his little finger. Smile each other and say. "Sister."