About the Heart

Story In Bed

The tears and fondness that were just now coloring might still continue between us. With the same themed story just with a different subject. If Mas Rud had been the focus of our feelings, we would now be exchanging stories on a subject called Dion and Rosa.

The settings we chose changed. No longer the furry carpet in front of the television but switched to a roomy bed in the room. Wrestling behind a blanket in the warmth of a hug. The bodies facing each other with no more than an inch of distance made each of us able to feel the rush of breathing that spurred. The look in our eyes that clashed with each other, painted the love that you were the only one in my beautiful bead.

"What would you do if you chose to leave me?" ask me while playing my index finger on her lips.

"Focus is working" Dion replied by biting my index finger at the end of his sentence.

"Sick," I screamed as I pulled my index finger but hurriedly blown Dion away before I blew it myself.

I smile at her sweet treatment. Things like this I think only in the movies I can experience it too. It's only fair that he was afraid of losing me because for him I was the happy love of his life. Watching me is keeping his life lodged in his body.

"I chose pain and being a weathered bachelor instead of having to replace you with another woman in my heart" she said, which made me feel good.

"Your baby is acute, dear," my god looked at her gently.

"It's all because of you" said Dion, playing his index finger on my lips.

"Indeed I'm too pretty not to be glimpsed in a man's eye" I teased him again.

"If you keep teasing me, I don't take responsibility if this index finger will change with the others" he said with a smirk smile and increasingly mischievously played his index finger on my lips.

"Now I'm the only one who can look at you" he looked softly but deeply.

"And I'll just look at you, too" I replied with the same gaze.

The two beads of eyes that met each other gave birth to a tremor that made blood rustle. A taste called love, bursting and spilling over filled every pore in the body. Make the body as a prison for the taste that the lover has.

"Why haven't you seen me before?" Dion looked at the reason behind my rejection of his decades-long struggle.

"Maybe the way you approached me was wrong" I replied remembering how he used to follow me wherever I went.

"You're a man who can't be forced and I'm a forger, is that it?" guess Dion with a smile.

"Yes, but how can you endure decades of pushy when I'm cuekin?" manya curious.

The cup!

Dion gave me a small kiss on my lips. "Because, this."

"What?" I am confused by his explanation.

The cup!

Dion kissed me again. The second touch made me start to guess the puzzle of the answer he gave. "You mean, my lips made you fall in love?"

"I'm not that bad, honey. After all, which Junior High knows this?" obviously Dion ended with a third little kiss.

"Then, meaning lips?" I was curious to pursed my lips.

"Here," Dion played his index finger in my manyun.

I was struck by curiosity but Dion instead responded casually. My movements in my heart further lengthened the richness of my lips. I removed my body and chose to turn my back on it. Wish Dion would seduce me to face him again. However, a few seconds changed, no sweet word asked me to turn back.

My immunity I finally can't contain anymore. I turned back to fight my breath in close range and even super docked. I found her face smiling. "Ah, you suck! I'm angry, you're diem, aja. Kayu, cake!" my scolding is non-stop.

"I miss your nagging, honey. Because the truth that always makes me fall in love with you is that toughness of yours," she looked back at me gently while tidying up some of the hairs that were interfering with my vision.

"Times?" my ridicule seemed to not believe all his confessions.

"Yes, Honey. If you're angry it looks very funny in my eyes. It makes me anxious and wants to stop your babbling with my lips" he said with a smile.

"No, you're a pervert from before" I grumbled as I turned back.

If he had ignored me, he would have treated me so sweetly. As soon as my back was visible in his eyes, he grabbed the hair that covered my shoulders. He gave up his chin to play in that part of my body that was open. My nightgown, which is only associated with a small strap, makes it easy to give a touch to my soft skin. It made me feel a passion that might have infected him.

Meanwhile, his body that left no distance to my body, made the circle of his sturdy arms in my stomach tighter. Comfort in the arms of loved ones. Some time just rolls around. No words were spoken, just Dion's warm breath sweeping across the back surface of my shoulder. It brings out a few flavors that want to be conveyed to its owner.

"When I left you, was there ever any regret in your heart?" dion asked still with his position.

"I'm not used to it without you" I explained.

"That means that without you noticing, you are already hanging by my presence, Yang," I heard a soft laugh from Dion's words.

"Hm, Oh yes ... Ara?" call me for a woman's name that used to make me jealous because Dion admitted to being a boyfriend at graduation.

"Did you believe Ara was my girlfriend?" dion asked with a kiss on my back shoulder.

"I think I believed it, because I felt jealous at the time" I told her I had never told her before.

"I know and I'm happy it makes you jealous" Dion also confessed.

"You know, why are you leaving me?" my search.

"I just want to make you realize that my presence is valuable. You know you're kind of crazy about your handsome manager, that's, "the story of Dion that made me remember that time.

The time when I didn't know how it started until I finally fell in love with Mas Rud. It all happened so fast. Without me knowing if I had forgotten Dion's departure and enjoyed the day with him.

"Lantas, what did you do after knowing I was dating her, Di?" suddenly the call just escaped from my mouth, but some time I have been able to replace it with a respectful call, Mas.

"I'll see if he's the man you deserve. I spent three months always watching you. Feel enough, because I see you're happy with his presence. I wanted to leave that day, but instead found you passed out in front of the office" Dion told me at length.

I slowly turned my body back to face him. "That's why, you were the one I saw first when I woke up in the hospital?"

Dion tidied back my messy hair from changing positions. "Didn't I come at the right time?"

Dion's heartfelt smile with his last words really left me unable to say anything anymore. This man has an incredible love. My merciless rejection did not grow any grudges in his heart. He wanted to ensure my happiness with another man of my choice.

Dion kissed my forehead. Dropping the bright delusion, teasing the wound that brought him back to my side until this very second.

I dip my head in the chest of his field. While my senses, rubbing the surface of his skin. A hand covers my back body. Wipe the unobstructed back of the cloth from the clothes I wear. A peck landed on the top of my head. A voice full of tenderness, melodious in my ears. "I, love you, my dear."