About the Heart

Substitute Liver Advisor

After Dion's departure, I was still fixated on my position. Wanted to call him back, but I haven't been able to change the mood. I finally decided to lay myself in bed. Pick up a flat object filled with those memories. Touching his screen to open with the series of ciphers I chose from the date Dion pledged the qobul ijab to justify me as his wife.

I don't know where to whisper, I opened a social media account that I haven't seen in a few days. Unknowingly typed in the name of a man who made me unhappy on his current wound, Mas Rud. The account named Rud was said to immediately greet my eyes, revealing the owner who was smiling sweetly.

My heart felt very trimming. Put together a scattered puzzle piece about the story of his messy life journey. That smile? Is there now? Ah .. Never mind to look at her smile, I guess being able to tell she's still breathing that's the good news I want to hear right now.

I don't think my tears just flow back. What was wrong that he had to suffer such a miserable fate. It all started because he chose to be a bodyguard. Why did he choose a job that I believe contradicted his conscience. He is a gentle man and is anti-violent.

I just put that thing that turns my memory around. I continued to walk to the bathroom. Removing the rest of the grief that testified on my cheek. Looking deeply at my face reflected in the mirror. Smile .. I have to smile. His misfortune must be dispelled by prayer. Holy prayer for his freedom, free from abduction and from the anguish of the heart.

After trying to release the burden of heart from the man named Mas Rud, I went to the kitchen to get a drink. I feel confused about what to do too. Dion really left me alone. Whether he went to Mr. Aryan's apartment or not, he obviously didn't want to disturb my thoughts. And perhaps, he did not want to be disturbed by his thoughts. Let only.

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Dion PoV's

"Against the fight? Tumben really late at night here," as long as Aryan as I sit in the living room of his apartment.

"Son" I replied briefly.

"The answer was short, definitely yes," pursued Aryan to get my confession.

"Rud was kidnapped," suddenly the word escaped from my mouth.

I don't know why I chose to tell Aryan this bad news. This man I once cheated on, in fact proves that he can master his feelings. Although maybe his feelings have not gone away but I can trust that he will not impose his feelings on my wife and break the bond that is certain.

Aryan who was engrossed in watching the television broadcast immediately turned his eyes to me. "Then?"

"Mr Alex and his men are on their way to the top to free them" I explained expressionlessly.

"Isn't that good news, why is your face so tangled?" ask Aryan again who saw me can not hide the eternal.

Quiescent. Don't want to tell me next about your heartbreak. It was a secret, something unfit to be consumed by anyone other than the two of us as a couple. Especially known by an Aryan who incidentally there is a heart for a heart that is feeling anxiety, Rosaku.

"Rosa's worried?" aryan's guess was on target.

I didn't want to answer, but my mind led me to share a story with him. In the past, I always made Rendra my advisor. Since he moved to Jogja, there is no place to consult. At best with Sister Sharika, but it's not as fun when telling stories with fellow men. Women tend to use their feelings while our people will choose logic to solve all problems. Even for matters of the heart, my logic doesn't play at all.

"Your face is wrinkled, no rations?" aryan ridicules during the vent session discussing sadness, really do not know the situation.

"Not that," as I rejected the sentence.

"Then what?" search Aryan with a smile of disbelief.

"Ah .. yes so," I lamented as I laid my body on the sofa. Making one arm my pillow and the other arm resting sweetly on my forehead.

"Go home! Hugged your wife! His heart needs warmth," Aryan's commanding patron.

"Sok knows, like I've been married, aja," I sneered at his advice.

"The experience does not have to be from practice, it can also be from the deepening of science," explained Aryan sok as a romance expert.

"Shut up a minute! I want to calm my mind here first" I said, closing my eyes.

"Would you wait to hug your wife? All right, I'm going to your apartment, right now," Aryan calmly stood up and was about to step up.

As fast as lightning I got up and punched him slowly. "Go one more time, don't blame me if your body gets on the news tomorrow!"

Hearing my threat instead of trepidation, he smiled broadly. Take me out of her apartment and make sure I get back into my apartment. Smiling satisfied as I became submissive before him.

"Woo my sister, let me get rations! The enchantment period of the husband lost to the ex," the lead that made me grieve for him.

Ignoring all of his words, I immediately closed the door and locked it. His advice, though clad in hilarious jokes and taunts, but I felt a truth. I can be sure if he can replace Rendra as my personal advisor. They have the same characteristics. Not patronizing but pervasive in the heart. It is acceptable logic even though it is full of jokes. And that style I like.

As soon as I entered the room, I found the television on. You who are on the sofa, are closing your eyes with a half-collapse position. I see there's a tear you've been trying to erase. I bend my legs, rest in front of you. Swab your soft cheeks and kiss the forehead adorned with strands of your wild hair.

"First love will never be forgotten. Like me who can't leave you because you're a taste I know as love, I think so is the feeling you had for Rud, the first love that hurt you and now he's hurt," I poured out my heart by gently stroking your long black hair.

For a moment I looked at your face. The face I've wanted to see all my life. Blind when I open my eyes until my eyes are asleep in the cradle of the night that became the ruler. I slowly stood up and looked for the right position to move you to the room. When your body has succeeded in my arms, I immediately set foot to a place that will be able to secure your sleep, the bed.

Carefully lay down so that you do not wake up. Pulling a blanket over a third of your body and leaving a kiss of affection on your forehead. "Sleep with a happy dream baby ."

I'm putting myself next to you. Staring at your face from the side, the veil of worry still reigned there. I try to understand everything. I will wait until whenever your heart is ready to completely forget that man named Rud. Believe me if a Dion will be able to wait until that time comes.