About the Heart

Heart Throne

Dion PoV's

In a white room, a man was sitting on a patient bed. With a blank look, he passed every second of his time. If I were an evil heart, I would be happy to find it like this. My biggest rival is struggling with memory incompetence. Unfortunately, I feel sorry. Memories that only rest on you, make me want to bring you together more.

"Sir Dion, thank you for visiting Rud" said a middle-aged woman who introduced herself as the Mother of Rud.

I made a smile and put on my face. "Yes, Tan. I'm sorry, I just came by myself" I said without saying why I didn't invite you.

"Mother, understand," Mother Rud replied wisely.

Every now and then, I turned to look at Rud who was still loyal with his blank stare. When I returned my gaze, I saw Mother also looking at her son. As soon as I realized my gaze was pointing at him, a smile he developed.

"Son, things related to feelings are complicated. The mistake of making a decision, regretting and coming back at the wrong time Rud made against Rosa. Mother apologized for all that. Don't make Rud an excuse for you to hurt each other. The soul which God has brought together for you must be kept until the end of life. You must be happy" said the wise Mother who opened a little joy in my heart.

"I saw a deep love from Rud for Rosa, Tan," I explained as I watched the man clingy.

"His love has been blocked by your wedding wall. Don't worry Rud, Mommy is sure your child can get through this all, just wait for the time," explained Mother who calmed my heart.

"Auntie, I'm sorry if we were selfish. We can't help much. Just a prayer for Rud to remember everything immediately" I said softly.

Mother Rud patted my shoulder gently. "You are not selfish, that should be the path you take. Mother would not allow your Roses to accompany Rud's healing. He's yours, son."

I was moved to hear the words from Mother Rud. The wisdom of a mother who does not make the state of her child a reason to separate, but rather unites. My misgivings should be enough to get here.

"Rud, you can get through this" I said next before leaving the room. I pat her shoulder just like Mother Rud patting my shoulder. Both strengthen each other behind prayers that desire happiness, for me and for her.

******

"Sir, am I wrong to refuse to meet Mas Rud?" confide in me as soon as I get to Mr. Aryan's apartment.

"You, it is wrong to see him" replied Mr. Aryan calmly.

"Why did Mas Dion force me to see him?" gertutuku.

"Your husband is the incarnation of angels, we ordinary humans will not be able to understand. Chuckle with your confidence, I'm sure later he will also understand," advised Mr. Aryan stick with his casual style.

"You're here alone, surely again marahan. Aren't we?" guess the Mr. Aryan I took in response.

"Your anger is not important. It must be Rud again, boss I'm with him. Once the jealousy is the same as me, why the same Rud again, Rud again," teased Mr. Aryan while taking a snack in a jar and chewing it.

"Aww ..," I cried loudly and chose silence when I found out what I was bumping into was Dion. Sculpt for a while and then start walking. I haven't taken two steps, my arm has been held.

"Stay here! I revoked my order for you to meet Rud," he explained later.

"Hmmm .. I'm still angry with you. Maybe the wife was told to find the former who ngarep back," I grumbled.

I took out his hand that was holding my arm. Without saying any more I left him. Exit Mr. Aryan's apartment and choose to enter my apartment. Go to the room and lay down there. I faintly heard the approaching footsteps. The door to the room I didn't close was perfect, just passed by Dion. Heading towards me and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Backing me, Dion restored his slightly elongated thick hair. "I was meeting him."

His confession made me ignore the annoyance and sit down for a moment. "What happens until you change your mind? Is he okay and his memory is back?"

"He's pathetic, but ... Mother Rud said she would not allow you to help her restore her memory" Dion said with a large breath.

I turned Dion's body. Without distress he was right in front of me because he twisted his own body. "A Mother alone does not let her son be helped by healing by married women, then why do you as a husband force me to meet him? I know how your heart is, Mom. Without realizing it, I've known you all along. And I know you'll sacrifice whatever I'm happy for. But this time you are wrong. It is enough that you always try to make me happy by ignoring your own feelings. Now, I'll make you happy!"

"My life is to make you happy" Dion explained briefly but answered all the reasons for what he did to me.

"Bless me by always walking by my side. Not in the front to leave me or behind as a spectator for my happiness with others" I honestly stared intently at the black bead.

"I'm just making sure who's really gonna make you happy, me or her?" dion said with a firmness that I believe is a lie.

Which lovers are not selfish? Loving for happiness Dion might do. But I knew for sure that there was a small corner in his heart that remained wounded. His angelic heart still could not shed its origin as an ordinary human being. Injured and disappointed there must be.

"I have doubts about my own heart. Leaving it in between my thoughts when only you should have filled my memory. However, the gap has been closed, I do not want to wish you, Mas," I said purely from the bottom of my heart.

Dion clasped my fingers tightly. "Can I take his place in your heart?"

"Love cannot replace each other. Hearts are not the podium of victory, who reaches the finish line first he wins. Your position in my heart is single winner, dear. No more Mas Rud for Rosa's heart as a wife. Just Dion for Rosa," I said as I thrust into her arms.

Dion returned my embrace. Her hand gently stroked my hair. "I'm sorry, honey. My love for you blinds me, I want you to be happy but I forget that I should be the one to make me happy, with me, by my side, forever."

"And you forgot, too, my dear. That your wife is a stubborn ketus. Once in love it was deep. And now I'm really in love with you. Don't expect me to just let you go, it won't happen" I still held in his arms.

I felt Dion scratching the top of my head. Holds a hug and further sweetens his smile. The warmth of his love flowed and infiltrated my body. Great love, that's what I think this moment is. My interlinking race and taste are fused into a happy love.