About the Heart

Freer

I felt the side of the bed next to me that was empty was now inhabited. Waitaminute! Wasn't I on the couch? How come it's here now? Did Dionkah move me? I think he is. Who else would have done it if not my husband? To be exact, who would dare to do that if there was Dion beside me.

I looked at this sleeping face. Calm and exudes a good looks that I cannot deny. Slowly, I stretched out my hand, stroking her cheek. Remembering if I just let her down. The obligation I should have fulfilled, must be a sin because I am carried away by feeling. "I'm sorry, I."

Again, I looked at this face without pause. Thick beautiful lips, so distracting my mind. Not because of lust. But also stumbled on the memory of a long sigh that escaped from there. Disappointed because I rejected it. I approached the chewy thing, slightly tilted my head and without hesitation I touched it with my lips as well.

A little kiss I let warm him. Letting go of a little bit of guilt because I just let her let go of that disappointment. I put my head on his side. Wrap my left arm around her stomach and close my eyes again.

*****

"Rud has been released, Yang," Dion said after picking up the phone.

Listening to that sentence, it felt like my body had just charged. My spirit is back. My face was getting brighter and of course my smile was blotting. "Thank God, he's fine, all right?"

Dion smiling. I'm happy, which means there's no more worry I have to address him. The car I was riding in kept going through the morning jam. This relief is saturated that usually reigns when you have to contend with the hustle and bustle of the city streets that never deserted.

"You, happy?" dion asked with a smile that I missed after last night's disagreement.

"I'm relieved" I reply to dampen a jealousy if only the taste was in his heart.

"Later tonight, there's a ration meaning, huh?" seductive Dion with his mischievous smile.

"Sorry, you haven't been lucky, Mr. Dion Wijaya. Red Cross ...!" I shouted half mockingly.

"Seriously?" Dion took a closer look, wishing I was just joking and that was the case. I was just teasing him.

"Seriously," I replied with a sad expression.

In my heart, I laughed because I could work on it. Pardon me! It is not outrageous to play with a desire that must be channeled properly, but I just want to give a surprise. Actually do not have the heart also when seeing the look on his face, want to immediately dismantle the game. But the responsibility, after all only about twelve hours, all these lies will be finished.

"Fasting, first!" I kissed the back of his hand and got out of the car as we got to my office.

*****

"Why smile?" asked Mr. Aryan who happened to meet in the elevator.

"Without husband," I honestly smiled.

"Sin, tau," always relax.

"Once, this," I'm looking for a justification for my attitude that doesn't deserve to be imitated.

"Don't you work last night?" look at Mr. Aryan with an accusatory tone.

Last night? What happened last night? Oh .. I remember! Last night Dion pamit nyamperin Pa Aryan. Are they becoming confiding friends now? Isha!

"Evening, what?" I'm sure my mind is wrong. Dion where might be the bucket. If Mr. Aryan can guess Dion's expression, I just believe. Because the mature man does sometimes like to be right with his thoughts.

"Overnight, your husband tangled up in my apartment. Poor, him! So late in the night you are pending," explained Mr. Aryan without awkward.

Dion ...!

He might have leaked the bed secrets out of the house.

Maybe he could read my face. The expression was clear because I was not good at theatrics. Or it could be the origin of guessing but it just so happens. Let it!

"Give me your husband's ration! Sin if you refuse it, especially because of another man. If your husband wasn't Dion, I think you'd be silenced" Mr. Aryan explained before stepping out because the elevator doors were open.

Stunned for a moment. I look at the words of Mr. Aryan that are true. I have to apologize immediately, that's the first step I have to take. "Aww ..," I cried in shock that someone had pulled my hand away from the elevator that was closing.

"You coming down again? that's the elevator to walk, look!" mr. Aryan said after taking me out of the elevator.

"Thank you, sir" I said as I walked behind him.

"All you have to do now is not to thank me but to focus, not mostly daydreaming" said Mr. Aryan as he continued to walk in his elegant style.

"Now, drink! He said the commercial on television, if it wasn't focused on not drinking AKUBE," a bottle of mineral water taken from Bang Kotan's tray that happened to pass by, he handed it to my hand.

He smiled and then left me standing glued because suddenly presented with a drink like an ad that I often watch. I took the bottle and smiled for a moment. Immediately to the table, sit down and unseal the bottle. Gulped it down and thought, is it true that Mr. Aryan is that sincere with his feelings?

*****

My phone rang about half an hour before the office hours ended. It was my husband's name on his screen. Without waiting for a long time, I lifted up with a smile. Maybe it's time I apologized. Not because of Mr. Aryan's advice, but also because of my own consciousness.

"I'll be home late from the office, you go home first, yes," he said immediately.

"Well, you don't have to worry. Don't come home too late, yeah!" I asked with a sentence I kept in my heart "There's a surprise tonight".

"Yes, are you now unable to part from me for long?" the god half laughed.

"Yaaa .. maybe so," I am ashamed to choose a sentence that does not explicitly acknowledge.

"Pengen gemesin, deh," godanya from the end there that can make me blush embarrassed.

"Udah, don't be kicked! I'm afraid I can't stay away from you for long" I said to end the temptation.

"Yes, go home be careful! If Aryan comes home spitty, with him alone, not 'pa 'pa," asked Dion who made me immediately want to interrupt a question.

"Not jealous?" tanyaku relax.

"I believe him, but ... if you ...?" sentences hung.

"I can also trust you, one hundred percent. Uh ... 99.9999 percent deh," my clarification.

"What's 0.0001 percent?" telisiknya.

"Khilaf," I cried with a laugh.

"Yes already khilaf, what is the most khilafnya? Caressing half of her hair," sneered at Dion, which made me giggle.

"Yes, I hung up the phone, yeah. Later if you keep talking, my return is getting night. I miss you, my wife, baby. Mmuuuaaacchh ...," he said before closing his call.

I can only smile at myself with all her sweetness. Feel deeply loved, valued and given freedom within limits. Because love is not just about caring for each other but also trusting each other.