About the Heart

Threesome, Brother

The three at our apartment dining table, two men and a woman were enjoying a sandwich and warm milk. There was a joke in the middle of their breakfast. There was even the occasional fanfare of laughter aimed at teasing a man in a dark gray shirt. Sometimes there's a flick of the nose for the woman who's none other than me. Yes ... I was busy joking around and forgot to eat until my dear husband became anxious about it.

"Barter breakfast gini, good, huh? Thrifty," I'm responding to this breakfast exchange. Mr. Aryan suddenly visited early in the morning with three servings of sandwiches in his lunch box. Dion prepared three glasses of warm milk for us. Me? Spoiled by those two handsome men. It's delicious, isn't it me?

"Every day, yuk! Breakfast alone is not good. Sepi," said Mr. Aryan always have a reason to be able to join us.

"If you want to swish every morning, please!" chirping.

"Kayak gini, nih, for example," Dion immediately practiced my speech by taking a glass of warm milk and touching it directly to my lips. Forcing indirectly to drink milk, a drink I really dislike. I was forced to gulp it down even though it was no more than a third.

"No problem. Let alone being a mosquito repellent, so the mosquitoes are also willing," Pak Aryan replied casually.

"If you two are bartering breakfast, I'm good, early in the morning," I grinned.

"Good brother is the brother who makes his brothers happy," sir Aryan brightly lit up with his hand that was almost outstretched to scramble the top of my hair but was immediately diverted to scratch his head as soon as he realized he could not do it in front of Dion.

I realized it could only help but laugh by puffing up both of my cheeks. Dion who saw me became curious and finally chose to ask.

"What the hell is so funny?" the question was thrown from Dion because he saw my actions and the actions of Mr. Aryan who smiled awkwardly while scratching his hair.

I looked at Mr. Aryan's face. There's no way I'm being honest with Dion, there could be an expulsion later. And there is a song soundtrack Kumenis typical soap opera Indos*ar. Wouldn't it be horrendous world of cinema, there are children of the king of films expelled with a swipe like a soap opera scene usually worked by his Father. Ah ... the real hassle.

"It's funny, Yang, if you want Pak Aryan dipepet same Bu Tya. One is awkward, the other is unmitigated. Ha-ha-ha ..," which was originally just to divert the alibi I ended up actually laughing amusedly.

"Samber aj, Bro! Saucy, she is, " said Dion with a smile.

"I'm just passing by, sir. Gebet!" I keep provoking.

"Maybe cute, maybe you pass, through in front of him, but until now I have not been tempted," I'm Mr. Aryan with his indifference style.

"Witing tresno jalaran soko kulino (Growing love because they are used to being together)," always Dion tumben uses the proverb answer.

Mr. Aryan frowned because he was roaming with a foreign language in his ear. "What's that?"

"Tya Gunawan is the soul mate of Mr. Aryan," I chanted with a grin that was presented with a spoon of milk to my mouth as Dion had done.

I finally coughed because I accidentally swallowed the milk he was feeding. Mr. Aryan and Dion were surprised to see me. The guilt felt by Mr. Aryan seemed perfect because it also got a scolding from Dion.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make Rosa choke," she apologized to Dion who came up to me and rubbed my back gently.

"I'm fine," I said so that Mr. Aryan would be free from Dion's anger.

The truth is I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about. And I admit that I started all of this. Mr. Aryan just reacted, showing his dislike with the joke I was making. I understand how it's so hard to pair with someone we don't like.

"Come, we're leaving! It's noon, the boss will be scolded," I said with a smile to restore the atmosphere that had been bad.

"Today, I'm your driver, yes!" said Mr. Aryan with a smile that has returned.

"Do you want a nyopirin or a nebeng?" chirp Dion while getting ready with his briefcase.

"What is the origin of all cars with you, does not the family have to get along?" she said with a happy smile.

The three of them immediately got out of Dion's apartment and headed for the parking lot. Choose your own seat according to the desired position. Mr. Aryan was behind the wheel while me and Dion chose the back seat. We throw each other smiles seeing Mr. Aryan like a real driver.

"Where are your reception preparations?" Mr. Aryan started to open talks.

"Everything's taken care of a big family, sir. We can't interfere, either" I explained, smiling.

"What do you want from me?" mr. Aryan's question made me look at Dion for answers.

"We haven't opened yesterday, bro" Dion said.

Oiya, why did we forget to open the gift from Mr. Aryan. So busy he forgot a big thing he gave. What is the contents of the box?

"What was it yesterday, sir?" I want to know directly from the gift giver.

"The answer is, I ..," cried Mr. Aryan with his chuckle.

"Keep that here, who?" The scene is Miss Tya?" my tease.

"Hei Rosa, brother, don't keep flirting, yeah. Later on Dion's same marriage brother, the pleasure again," replied Mr. Aryan with a smile that sucks him.

"ish .. he is my dear handsome husband, brother," I said, kissing Dion's left cheek.

The owner of the cheekbones, feeling surprised by the sudden touch from me. I pinched my nose and returned with my arms around her. "Don't get spoiled here, honey. Poor your single brother," Dion also insinuated Mr. Aryan.

"Sorry, yeah. Brother is already immune to your behavior," the style of Mr. Aryan is strong-witted.

"Bang, later to the sister's wedding, take the couple with ya, Bang!" my door is full of mode in indulgence.

"Calm down, there's Kristy," said Mr. Aryan casually.

"Would you follow in my footsteps, Brother Bro?" Dion who had just listened to my babble and Mr. Aryan finally made a sound.

"Don't get his brother, his sister was okay. It's equally funny" said Mr. Aryan, turning the car he was driving towards our publishing office.

"What does Kristy want, same Om-Om?" my ledek carried around his age of nine years adrift with my dear sister.

"The man is getting mature more addictive," continued Mr. Aryan who I deny immediately.

"There is also alot" I said.

"You've never tried, don't be pretentious!" reply Mr. Aryan who I reward my annoying face.

"Have it been, the hunt's down! How long are you going to argue?" remember Dion kissing my forehead and I reply by kissing the back of his right hand.

The three of us got out of the car. Mr. Aryan stood on my line, while Dion moved to the front bench, becoming a driver for himself.

"Be careful, honey! message me while waving my hand.

Dion's car drove back after replying to the wave of my hand with a smile. Then, I and Mr. Aryan compactly turned around and stepped back. Walking together, continuing the debate that had been cut by Dion. "Don't tease me, if I'm going to change from brother to darling!" threatening Mr. Aryan to scramble the top of my head in a pretentious style accidentally.