About the Heart

Don't Forget to Come

The promise I stranded last night, it seemed to ease my mind. My days that some time is always gamang, now feels calm. My sudden marriage was probably God's way of forcing me to leave a wound and sow a laugh. Forgetting Mas Rud forever and accepting Dion completely.

When my mind is clear, I wonder about myself. Why can't you let go of your ex to hold a husband that every woman like Dion craves. Yes ... Dion! Husband that I always ignore his feelings, there are many women out there who long to be his partner. Indeed, he is not just handsome but his romance in love, I think not just any man who has.

Love must be welcomed. Don't let me waste the best man God ever gave me. He was the second chance present by my side. I can't be bad anymore and ignore it. My love was born out of a love that struggled tirelessly and was full of patience.

"Smile, sweet! How many seasons did you get last night?" tease Mr. Aryan as we walk hand in hand towards the room.

"Eittts ... Don't you fucking know! Later if I continue to be a story want, try to copy the bad luck? You can't be naughty, you know!" I said with a serious mimic.

The hour hand that has not been pointed at eight, makes the office atmosphere still quiet. Along the way we only met Bang Kotan. He just smiled at me and looked down respectfully at Mr. Aryan walking on my right side.

"Just the manager, he was so honoured, yes. How about if the child who has an office, nyungsep time yet Bang Kotan so deep nduk," chirped me.

I felt a small rub at the top of my head. Who else would have done it if it wasn't my fake brother. Longer and more courageous. I hastened my steps to leave him while tidying up my hair that had just been in a smooth randomness.

While humming softly I sat myself in my chair. Start opening the laptop and turning it on, checking my smart thing. A message from Dion was sent five minutes ago. Reporting if you want to come to lunch in the cafeteria.

"Again read what, anyway? Just a smile from earlier," chirped Anggen from the next table.

"There you are," I said with a secret.

"You're smiling too, hayo?" search me instead of flirting with Anggen.

With a red hue on her cheek, Anggen started whispering softly towards me. "I have a new gig."

Hearing Anggen's confession I was also happy. "I think you have a crush on Mr. Aryan as well," I'm honest about the thoughts that have been hanging over my brain in the name of Linanda Anggen.

"I just love the carrier, Pe. Relaxing, calm but still have authority," explained Anggen as he glanced to find the right disclosure sentence to explain the figure of Mr. Aryan.

"Good, that means there's no rival. I'm horrified, pity the rival. He's playing santet online, bribe bribe, his love is hairy and agile, ah anyway really nyeleneh really tuh the editor team leader," I explained relaxed without realizing the presence of Tya behind me.

"If not a sister-in-law candidate, I make sure you are the first victim of my online santet," Tya said as he placed the cookie setoples in front of us.

"If I die horribly, your key witness, Nggen," said I who was responded casually also by Anggen. He was busy opening the jar wrapped around by clear tape twirling without end.

"Don't die first, enjoy being the sister-in-law of the sorcerer, ha-ha-ha ..," Anggen laughed with his mouth open.

"I'm also a classy courtesan, elegant. The media is not a puppet, but directly the person, I open, check the fur, fumbling, wait for the agility and ..," explained Tya while closing his eyes. Imagine the next step that could make her smile look suspicious.

"And now it's time to work!" said someone who just passed us by without stopping.

"Ahhh Pak Aryan ...," exclaimed Tya with spoiled pretentiousness.

"Dissolve!" banish me to those two absurd women.

With lazy steps, the two left my desk and returned to his desk. Wrestling again with a pile of work that should be done but instead budgeted for the sake of an event, gossip congregation.

"Hi, Everyone!" my broom to Tya and Anggen who are sitting at the same table with Mr. Aryan.

"Hi, Bro! greet Dion to Mr. Aryan while choosing to sit near his chair.

"What's up, huh?" asked Mr. Aryan who seemed to not suspect the presence of Dion here.

"Kangen's wife," Dion's casual slumber.

"About having a wife, do not make me a single more contemplate fate, dong," replied Mr. Aryan no less relaxed.

"No need to reflect, sir. I have stoodby in front of Mr. Aryan," said Bu Tya without shame.

Anggen just clucked in shame from Tya's timid behavior. While I only lowered my eyebrows when Mr. Aryan briefly saw me after being teased by Tya with his bulletproof style, uh.

"Yes, pepet hold Aryan, yes! Make sure that to my recipe, you will be holding his arm throughout the event" said Dion who increasingly makes Tya smile with confidence.

"Make sure, he took you to KUA!" I added that practically makes Tya more drifting and Pak Aryan more immersed in bullying.

"Nggen, bring your new shit, yeah!" I asked while handing over an invitation with a combination of blue sea and white clouds.

"Anggen's got a thump too, Pe?" tanya Tya who seems to have not gotten the leaked story of the absurd girl.

"Kok Tya called you, Pe, honey?" Dion was curious about a call that did not refer to my name.

"That's because you are mostly DP with Rosa, so now your wife is they call Pe-Depe" said Mr. Aryan, chuckling.

"How did you know I was DP a lot?" ask Dion casually.

"Now," Anggen casually brushed the hair I deliberately stall to cover some red marks on my neck.

Quickly I clap Anggen's hand, and I'll straighten my hair again. Dion only smiled while the three of them clucked while shaking their heads.

"Other times, make it somewhere else, Bro if it's a workday like this," Aryan said while looking at me relaxed, precisely looking at my neck.

"Either more," said Dion casually, not feeling uncomfortable with everything.

I'll pinch his thighs immediately. He grimaced a bit but instead stole a kiss on my cheek later. I pursed my lips, feeling swallowed*ngi all out. While Dion relaxed without any change in expression. A smile still lingered on his face, just as it had been when he had just arrived.

"You are less skilled in disguise, Sa," bright Tya was flat, flat expression and flat without a high voice.

"What are you experts on?" investigate Anggen by frowning.

Tya set his eyes on Pak Aryan who was right in front of him. Advancing his body and smiling seductively. "I can hide with great all the signs of love, but above it all .. I'm more skilled at making it."

I heard him gasp and could gawk. I think Dion and Anggen are the same. Mr Aryan? I don't know. I can't imagine being her. It may be rage or it may also hold back the curiosity. Or just want to prove. Yes it is .. That is his business. The important thing is that he is happy, then we are the ones who are interested. Eitsa!