About the Heart

Bright Point

Two days since I received the news of Mas Rud's disappearance, Dion gave me an information that could make me breathe a little easier. The figure behind the horrific abduction is well known. Mr. Alex is trying to figure out how to find Mas Rud's captive location and release him. Leaking this news to Dion's ear I don't know who the source is nor do I bother about it. More important is not that but the freedom of Mas Rud.

To be honest, I feel sorry for the man who is my former status. The journey of his life I think has been very winding since our separation. Long ago, all I knew was that her life was going well. The day is full of happiness. However, his decision to end his one-sided relationship with me as well as his new job which is very risky, there must be something big that triggers that background.

Unfortunately, he chose to get hurt himself. Lifting heavier weights and knocking me down so I don't get sucked in with him. If he finds out, I will fight with him. Ready to get hurt and feel pain both.

"Sir," call me to my sister-in-law.

Yes ... After returning from the office, Dion took me to his brother's house. I don't know what the business is but my guess leads to the kidnapping case I just thought of. Because, the last time Mas Rud went to Ma'am Sharika's boutique before disappearing. So, I think Dion knows everything from the older brother.

"What, Sa?" ma'am Sharika replied as she sat herself down after she finished preparing dinner at the table.

"Actually, Mas Rud wants to get married really, no, Ma'am?" I asked after days of keeping my own curiosity.

"Of course" believes Mrs Sharika. "Are you not sure?"

"It feels too sudden. Besides, I didn't see the bride either. Shouldn't they be fitting clothes together yesterday?" my analysis is long.

"Initially, Ma'am also thought he was joking when he came to the boutique to say he wanted to get married. But after chatting with him, Mbak believes that he is serious," explained Mbak Sharika who still makes me not satisfied.

"Who's the candidate?" ask me to convince you if it's all true.

"His brother Mr. Alex."

My disbelief in Mas Rud's sudden wedding plans grew when I learned who the woman would be his bride. Is that really all? A bodyguard would be part of his Master's extended family? It seems that everything is becoming more mysterious. What secret is behind all this?

"Sa," called Sister Sharika because I was daydreaming after hearing her last sentence.

"What's up, Ma'am?" dion asked who had just come out of the bathroom and felt strange seeing her brother patting my upper arm gently.

"Your wife is 'nih, again chatting with Ma'am but instead daydreaming," explained Mbak Sharika who hinted her eyes at me.

Dion followed Sharika's eyes. Seeing me who is stuck. The eyes were empty and without a hue of spirit. My man rubbed my back gently with the mention of my name a little soft. He repeatedly did it patiently, so that I could escape from the depths of my daydream.

"What are you daydreaming about, honey?" dion asked as she stroked my hair gently.

I hugged the man in front of me. "I feel sorry for you, Mas Rud. He must be in pain right now."

Suddenly my tears are shed. Moistened the Dion shirt on which my head rested. This is something I don't deserve. Crying over another man in my husband's arms. But this excessive feeling, I am not the master. He came alone, ambushing me in the depths of grief.

"What if Mas Rud doesn't survive, Mas?" negative thoughts have taken over my entire brain. Praying for his salvation is certain but given the cruelness of the corporate world, human lives are worthless. Isn't it natural that I think about the worst possible situation? Moreover, I was once in a very terrible situation at that time, a shootout at the auction event. It feels like my arms are back.

"Your thoughts are part of the prayer, dear," Dion continued to strengthen me. Sowing the seeds of positive thoughts about Mas Rud.

"I've only been told that Rud was held at the top. Mr. Alex and his men are moving there" Sharika suddenly said.

"Start there's a bright spot, honey. Rest assured that Mr. Alex would definitely not allow Rud to become a victim," back Dion gave reinforcement advice.

I shut up, thinking about everything Dion said. I slowly let go of the hug on my husband's body. A glass of water that Dion thrust out, I slowly sipped. Drain the liquid to replace the crystals that have been flowed by the angle of my sense of sight.

"Mister, how's the Rud family? Do they know about this kidnapping?" Dion looked further.

"Mr, I don't know. Since becoming a bodyguard, Rud has lived in Mr. Alex's residence. Only once every two weeks he comes home. Poor him, his father died when his company went bankrupt a few months ago. While the mother lives with her first sister.

Hearing Mas Rud's poignant story, I was getting mired in nostapa. Why don't you know about him at all. Even the news of his father's departure why escaped my hearing. Though Mama and Tante Mas Rud, friends, why is there no story I heard from them.

"Why, Honey?" dion asked as soon as I saw him back pensive.

"I didn't know that Mas Rud's father was dead" I explained with the thought of something that kept troubling my mind.

"Really, Sa?" Sharika sounded surprised by my statement.

"How much did they hide this from me?" my anger immediately took HP and picked a number for me to call.

The voice across there sounded, just after I contacted him. "What's up, Sa?" ask Mama gently as usual.

"Is Mas Rud's father dead, Ma?" without further ado I asked, I meant to call Mama.

"Yes, it's been a few months ago," explained Mama the same as the explanation Mbak Sharika.

"Kok, Mama didn't tell Rosa?" cercaku's next.

"Mom thinks you already know, so Mama doesn't tell you anymore. Mama doesn't want you to go back to grieving because of it," said Mama who I can't take anymore by my brain.

My mind has wandered into a field of sorrow. Where there was only Mas Rud there. The middle of tears because trapped two opposite situations that I believe are equally painful. Leaving me for what, and being abandoned by the Father because of the shock he suffered. How was his heart then?

The smart thing that was stuck to my cheek was about to fall when my consciousness crossed the air. Fortunately Dion noticed and immediately took it over. My phone that was still connected to Mama was taken. A bit of small talk and then shut it down. In the meantime I haven't closed my imaginary sheet. Still peeking into Mas Rud's past through my fantasies. Follow feeling the wound created in an interval that is not long.