About the Heart

Dishonesty Does Not Mean Lying

The office hours were five minutes late. I still hesitate to call Mr. Aryan on Dion's orders. Fear came to my heart, what if people thought improperly of my closeness to my manager. Although in reality we have no relationship outside the circle of friendship and brotherhood ala-ala, but for people who do not know will certainly interpret the other.

"Come, go home!" take Mr. Aryan with a tone of command, soft but firm.

"We weren't invited home either, sir?" suddenly Tya interrupted and shamelessly offered herself.

"Sorry, yeah. I've booked her husband to drive her home" replied Mr. Aryan with a friendly smile.

"You dong, you got a husband like Mas Dion?" chirp Anggen with his ridiculous.

"You want to be an actor?" sindirku while showing sangar's face.

"Resiko has a handsome husband" Anggen chanted in her songong style.

"Tuh, Mr. Aryan, scoundrel, gih! He is not only handsome but also charming, charming and clearly single. Don't bother my husband!" I said at length.

"I don't want a rival with Tya. That's the cake, the play is good, he," chirped Anggen with calm involuntarily that was talked about was already behind him.

"Who's playing?" tya asked with a smile on the blankets but the fall even neremin.

"I'm not following, yeah. Papay," I want to avoid civil war, brother somplak.

With a definite step I leave a beautiful virgin different nature that, uh. Tya beautiful ala bule, while Anggen beautiful ala asia. And me? Beautiful in my husband's eyes. Ha-ha-ha .. is truly the complete Trio of Somplak.

"You guys made fun of it, huh?" asked Mr. Aryan as soon as we were in the car for the ride home.

"We or them? Or Tya?" my God raised both eyebrows.

"She's too mature, beautiful little brother. Brother likes the spoiled ketus," continued Mr. Aryan without looking at me.

"Stop!"

Did you say that my husband nitipin this beautiful wife to you?" I asked after suddenly remembering the chat with Trio Somplak earlier.

"Hmmm," Mr. Aryan replied with just a mutter.

Isha!

Husband, what is your wife? Why titip-titipin? Yes, if the trust is signed, if amaAryan is like this, right?

"Nitipin is my own brother, safe," replied Mr. Aryan as if he knew what I was thinking.

"I forgot to have a brother" I said casually.

"It doesn't matter you forget me, just don't forget your husband" Mr. Aryan joked but I caught something different.

Is there something behind the word DO NOT FORGET YOUR HUSBAND? Ah ... It was just an origin sentence that escaped from Pak Aryan's mouth. I don't need to worry because I believe I have my heart patented on my husband.

******

Dion PoV's

"Should I tell Rosa about Rud's situation, now?" I asked Sharika.

"Are you ready for the worst?" ask back to Ms. Sharika who actually made my mortality rate increase.

"Am I selfish if I want Rosa to stay by my side?" ask me not to answer the question asked by Sharika Ma'am.

"She's your wife, keeping her is your duty" Sharika said.

That's what I'm going to do, not tolerating Rud's situation. I think I should be evil, this time. However, what if one day everything is revealed. You know the circumstances, the facts about his memory. Am I not going to blame you?

"If I had told Rud what he was doing, what would Rosa do?" ask me while bouncing my head.

"Given what happened yesterday, I'm sure he'll ask for permission to see Rud" Sharika thought.

"If once I allow it, will there be a permit that I will issue for the second time and after?" I just kept looking for the answer that would happen if I chose to let you meet Rud.

"Maybe .. and it could be that he will ask permission to treat Rud until he recovers" Sharika said.

"Does that mean he'll leave me?" ask me while scooping my tangled face.

My only biological brother approached me and rubbed my back gently. "Don't think too far. Believe me if Rosa wouldn't do that. Even though we know how they store flavor, marriage is not something that can be played with. Rosa will stay by your side."

"So, what should I do now, Ma'am?" ask me for advice.

"Go home! Just focus on your reception. Rud matter, we can only pray. The path of his destiny was written down, he had to go through, even though it was bitter," advised Ma'am Sharika who finally opened my mind.

Every soul has its own way of life. We've been walking down a long road, where it's possible to choose to turn around. What we must focus on is to continue the step, always united heart to face all the obstacles that will be blocked.

*****

Tonight, I've made it my heart to give my husband a night ration. His disappointment last night, I should have redeemed it more beautifully. My price must be picked up. To complete her night ration, I also prepared her stomach ration, dinner. The food I prepared was in full session at the table before seven in the evening. Fortunately, Dion has not returned. So there's still time for me to clean up.

I summed up my shower procession, slashed some scenes that would take longer. I purposely left the soaking session in order to slightly polish my face. A thin sweep of powder and lipgloss is enough to make me look fresher. Not to forget the spray of spoiled thin-scented perfume has been out of my body.

With a perfect smile that I arched from both corners of my lips, I set my feet waiting for his return. Going to the sofa in front of the television but I caught the presence of a figure on the dining table. Yes ... My husband is apparently home.

"Old old?" I held her in my arms from behind after I reached the room where she was.

Dion looked over and revealed his happy smile. "I can't let my wife miss me too long."

"You go home, I miss you. Miss your touch" I whispered in a seductive tone.

My shaved hair made her not hesitate to caress. Pulling me slowly from the chair behind him and directing me to indulge in his lap. This position makes me more affected by gegana. Want to eat, uh no, but eat it. With a spoiled look, I looped both of my arms around his neck. Holding him mischievously and landing a kiss without hesitation.

Thin touch and fleeting time, apparently making the turmoil even more crazy. The blood ripples more and more and the skin becomes harder to resist touch and miss the entanglement in the taste buds. As soon as I burned desire, just as quickly as that, Dion introduced me to a quick, slightly violent, tempo kiss. Still feels soft as usual, only there is a warmth that increases the boiling point.

"Eat move into the room, aja, Yang!" pinta Dion with a seductive hoarse voice.