About the Heart

Impacted Kidnapping

New night shows at eight. Dinner was just over. Niatan wanted to go home immediately but stopped when he saw Arrki who was sleeping soundly in his white box. I stopped my steps in front of his room. Wanted to enter through a half-open door but felt awkward. Dion, who was walking in front of me, stopped his steps when he realized that my steps were far behind him.

"You see Arrki, first?" the bargain was so standing that it paralleled me and went along to look, find out what things caught my attention inside Sharika's nursery.

"Can?" ask me with sparkling eyes.

"Of course, Come on!" take Dion by knocking on the door as Adab enters the room. After hearing the welcome reply from within, we immediately went in.

"Funny, really," I cried softly as I rubbed the cheeks of the cute baby's padlocks.

"Snap, make a funny one, Arrki!" tease Sister Sharika who I did not respond because it was fun to look at the face of her child without sin.

"Every night also makes, Ma'am," chirped Dion who was rewarded with a spoiled punch by his sister.

"Love your wife off, don't tell her to keep going overtime" Dion chuckled at the feeling that he had succeeded in bullying his only brother.

"I'm not that bad, times, Ma'am," Dion said with a sweet smile.

My husband is not naughty, but I miss his mischief. Deliberately fishing, although in the end it was just a spoiled temptation. Pouring each other's love in the warmth of the deck until the morning came to say hello. Only to that extent, limited to telling stories about the past that is lyrical and finally ends sweet. Although occasionally bring a love story that ends in wounds as a topic of discussion.

"You guys or guys, who?" dion asked after Sister Sharika came out of the room and she turned to stand behind me. Clenching her by wrapping one of her hands around my stomach. His chin he put on my back shoulder while the other hand he used to gently rub his nephew's cheek that looked funny.

"Baby, pelin! Shame when you see Ma'am Sharika or Mas Dito," my orders while denying his arms.

"They, never young, must understand. They used to be like this, I was quiet too, aja," Dion said with his sweetest smile.

"You don't know shame, Mom. I still have my shame, you know," I still try to let go of his sturdy arm circles.

"Back, yuk! We make funnier than Arrki, "pinta Dion with a seductive smile.

"Pbuh, how do you still think so when the situation is like this again, anyway?" Pending first, yes," I asked by changing the expression from a smile to a wist.

Dion breathed. I felt a warm gust hit my shoulder. Makes me look and find his face bent. Without a smile and instead shows his pursed lips forming the letter U.

"So frown, is it still worth it?" I sneered while rubbing his arm that was coiled around my stomach.

"Briety, aja!" he replied without changing his expression.

"Then, same time as Arrki," I sneered to compare it with a baby who has beautiful talent when he grows up.

"Why bandingin' arrki? Obviously I've lost a lot," his dream was getting sulky.

"Who do you want to be with?" tanyaku.

"Our chick, dong!" his reply slightly added twinkle to his eyes.

"I want a boy!" my firmness.

"Wouldn't compete, would you?" the accusation is one hundred percent wrong.

"Is my romance not enough to make you baper, honey?" ask her with a very seductive smile.

Anyone, would admit that a Dion is the king of romance in this world of traveling. The level of purity of the person who is the victim of his sweet sentence has even reached the highest level. It destroys the heart of a woman who thirsts for love and attention. That's why I want to have a son too. Dion is a junior who has great love, loyalty, sincerity, and struggle. Just like the love that senior Dion had for his Rosa.

Dion kissed the shoulder that was hiding behind my shirt. "Let's daydream."

"I'm not daydreaming, I just remember that we have to get out of this room. Poor Arrki's Om bucinnya," I replied as I rubbed Arrki's cheek and then kissed her adorable cheek.

"Back, yuk! Make a cousin for Arrki. Pitying her own, this beauty must have a male cousin who can protect her," mode Dion to immediately take me home.

After following me kissing the cheek of his niece, Dion invited me to go out of the room and look for her brother's whereabouts in the living room. Sure enough, the two of them were engrossed in watching television in a friendly manner. Mas Dito spoiled in the lap of Mbak Sharika.

" Aww my virgin eyes are stained!" seduce Dion by closing her eyes when she had just arrived at the living room.

Brother Sharika threw a snack that was in his hand. "Where's the fuck from? Before marriage, it's been caught by me as a virgin."

"Emang so? I, forget," said Dion, picking up the snack his brother had thrown and then eating it.

"You want to do it, right?" ask Mas Dito without feeling distressed by his position.

"Here we go home, Mas," I replied, throwing a glance at Dion to let him follow my words.

Apparently my husband understood my code and immediately threw a smile before streaming word for word. "We want to make Arrki a handsome cousin, Dion junior."

"Bikin here can also, times," as well as Sharika with his leisure.

"Well, there will be a crush," said Dion next then immediately take the car keys on the side table of the television. Saying some annoying sentences to her brother, and immediately go to leave the brother's house.

*****

Before ten, we reached the apartment. As soon as I entered, I immediately headed for the room to change clothes. Dion followed behind. With his leisure he passed the button for the sake of his shirt button from the hole until all separated and opened the cloth that covered the upper body.

Then, he laid down his tired body on the bed. Plastered stomach that looks sexy. I who just finished changing my work shirt with a nightgown consisting of a top and sepaha shorts, had not blinked to see it. As much energy swallowed the saliva that was about to pour out because it was fascinated by the tantalizing offer of the upper body of the front of my dear husband.

Smirk's smile seemed to escape from the corners of those thick lips. The eyes are closed, as if just a charade because in reality he can know if I am fighting to dispel the lust that comes stirring. His hand then patted the side of the bed next to him. "Come here! Teasing the husband is on the head. Don't be shy!

"I thought you were asleep, Yang," I said, sitting on the side of the bed next to his feet.

"I'm waiting for you to sleep together" he said, opening his eyes.

"Not tonight, yeah! I ...," I deliberately stopped my sentence when it wasn't time.

There's nothing wrong with tonight. Merely, my heart still felt uneasy considering Mas Rud's abduction. I don't know what it's called but I obviously can't have fun on top of the suffering. Probably too much, for someone I have no relationship with. However, I do not want to be a sinner, seeking reward with my husband while the name of another man disturbs my mind.

Dion seemed to be breathing deeper. Close your eyes and reopen them. Woke up from the fall and immediately picked up the shirt that he had just let scattered. Put it in a dirty laundry basket and immediately change to his plain white t-shirt and shorts. "I'm going to Aryan, you go to bed first!"

I stared at Dion with guilt. Why did I refuse the request of such a super patient husband. Is he angry?