About the Heart

The Abduction of Mas Rud

"Related, do you want to drive?" dion repeated the second time when I volunteered to sit behind the wheel chair.

"Pity, my dear husband is exhausted" I replied as I peeked at his cheek.

A smile bloomed on the sweet lips of my handsome husband. It's my shame to be with her, always wanting to kiss her. Ish ... I'm a pervert when I think of that knight of my love. It's strange why I only realized it now. Where have you been?

"Yes, let's go!" dion's orders while installing his seat belt.

I slowly stepped on the black metal car's gas pedal. Leaving the office area, entering the inner-city toll road and leading to our apartment not so far from the office. Splitting the streets that began to be crowded but far from the word creeping. Focus on the streets ahead but occasionally turn to the handsome man beside me. Smiling because it turns out he's the same, looking at me.

"Street ahead there, honey. If this is your way of love" seduced Dion, because the more I glance at him.

"It feels like I want to turn left and stop now, Yang," I said instead of teasing her.

"Is that a sign we're having dinner sooner?" ask her with a naughty smile.

"What do you want to eat? Kan hasn't cooked yet," I plainly responded to the special dinner menu version.

"You eat you" he answered, bringing his face closer to me.

It was my glance who responded to his mischievous actions. Surely I have been hooked but I'm selling expensive. Actually, it was ngarep from earlier. Too busy fantasizing about it to not realize if the car began to enter the parking area in the basement. Find a good parking location, and immediately stop the car there.

*****

The night is past its rush hour. All matters related to cleaning events, be it cleaning the body or cleaning the contents of the plate or called eating is finished from ten minutes ago. Now is the time to relax tense muscles. Relax enjoying a television show with snacks that do not stop filling the mouth area.

I sat on the fur rug with my back on the sofa. While Dion chose to lay himself down, making my lap a pillow.

My hands were busy playing with his hair that began to lengthen and my man was enjoying it while playing HP.

"Tomorrow, no more dawn, Yang?" my real telisik wanted to ask about the incident this morning but I still hesitated to ask him directly.

"Over usual, we can go to the office," he answered still focused with a burning object in his hand.

"Well, hmmm ...," I hesitated to investigate further.

Dion still continues to focus on sports with his finger. "You ask me what, Yang?"

"Just as busy as this morning ...?" stopped again my question, as well as the game I did to his hair.

Realizing what was happening, Dion put down his HP. Raised my head to reach my vision. Unfortunately, I was looking in another direction. Intentionally, in order for my husband to know that there is something different about his wife, I. Slowly he got up and sat down next to my feet. Both of his hands he poked on my face and pointed at his face. "Are you ready to hear my story?"

I'm nodding my head. "Tell me everything that's bothering you, honey."

Dion took his arm off my face. Sigh in deeply and throw it away a little harshly. Scooping his own face and looking at me with a hard look set the depth. "Rud's been kidnapped."

The deg!

"Then?"

"There's no word yet, Mr. Alex is still trying to find any trace of his whereabouts" Dion explained with his flat face. There's a sense of anxiety there. However the kidnapping happened after a quarrel involving him. Despite the other facts behind the abduction, he was the last to have physical contact with her.

"Calm down, Mr. Alex will definitely deploy his men to free Mas Rud in a safe condition," I said who somehow gained strength from where to speak that strongly. Though my body is actually lunglai. I'm worried about her situation, as a human being especially as someone who has ever twisted the sense of both.

Dion grabbed me into his arms. "I should have strengthened you. I'm sure if you're more worried about the situation."

Maybe what Dion said is true. But I feel proud that Dion is a true rival. Knowing his competitor disappeared suddenly instead of being happy but instead feeling lost. What a knightly attitude.

"May Mas Rud be well and soon be able to get together with us again" I prayed that the last sentence was something I shouldn't have said.

No refutation from Dion. Maybe he understood the circumstances that made me unconscious, the prayer just fell off. And if examined more deeply, my prayer will impact on our relationship because he will again disturb the peace of the household that we just started to build.

"I was worried about him as someone who knew him not as someone who had spent time with him," I was then very aware of the mistake I had made by accident.

"I don't mind that, I just ...," Dion paused as he set his eyes on the ceiling, holding something tight to his chest.

I took his finger, I grabbed it and I left it in my finger link without any intention of taking it off. "Dion am I afraid? Does a Dion still consider his Roses fragile? Did Dion think Rosa would turn back with Rud?" my story without pausing.

No words came out of my husband's mouth. It was just a hug he gave. Cuddle me into the warm of his feelings. He felt his heart beating faster than usual. My head that he had buried in his chest convinced me that he wanted to point out that he was my back.

"Dion and Rosa are pieces of heart that have melted into one," Dion said as he relentlessly kissed the top of my head.

I stretched the circle of my hands around her stomach. Increasingly diluting the actual distance is no longer there. I lifted my head, finding tears on her cheeks. I lightened my hand, gently rubbing the clear details. "Darling, crying! Don't be so strong that I don't know how to be around you."

Dion tried to put on a thin smile.

"Be a weak man this time, dear. Just promise! Don't always try to be strong for me, allow me to strengthen you once in a while" I said as I pulled my head from the shade on his chest and turned to immerse him in my arms.

Really, I can feel the fragility of the heart that is suffering from it. The strength he always showed was actually just the camouflage from his heart that wanted to let go but he was powerless. As strong as he wants to take care of me with his body, on the other hand I also want to keep it with my feelings. Ijab Qobul yesterday has linked a heart filled with love. And love will always have words to strengthen each other. As of now, we were bracing each other up when Mas Rud's abduction drama required us to be shackled in two flavors between anxiety and wanting him to be unharmed.

******

Dion, fragile?

Men can cry too. Let alone Dion, Lord Krishna who is familiar with firearms, ever fiery when faced with two wives.

Kepo, no, what's the full story?

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