About the Heart

Bridal Night Together

The knock of the door the third time it has made our desire to decay. Dion took my warm shirt and his black jacket. Open the door and exit, leaving the people nailing at the door. The two women who deliberately put on her cute face, instantly like ice cubes.

Anggen and Tya, like losing charm when we just ignore it.

"Hi, You!" tya shouted from behind when he realized that he was far behind.

"Old bride new style, wait for me!" again Tya shouted with her cry.

While Tya was busy making loud noises, Anggen was busy admiring a mature man who had just passed in front of her. I don't know, the girl's eyes seemed unable to shake the charm of every clear man who caught his sense of sight. Even though Mr. Eric who is sexy lips has pledged himself as a prospective husband for him.

I, who had turned around and stopped, was instantly stunned by two different situations. "You guys, why?"

"Basar Depe, the mentang already dapet hairy and agile then we are considered trash," said Tya with a breath of breath.

Dion looked at me questioningly. "Furly and agile?"

"Yes yours, hairy and agile," Tya sternly answered Dion's question.

"Mine?" Dion was getting curious.

I was just listening to the conversation between Dion and Tya. The man was excited to know while Tya was enveloped in frustration because the one being spoken to never understood. Wanted to immediately stop that useless chatter but unfortunately I still enjoy it.

"Aren't you agile, Dion?" search Tya to make it easier for Dion to catch the conversation.

"What kind of nimble do you mean? Is it like Youngflash jumping from one tree to another? Or like Gibran who always gets a chance at narrowness?" look at Dion with seriousness.

"Youngflash's agility on occasions is like Gibran's," Tya concluded.

I decided to end their conversation which began to lengthen. If left could be the night my bride changed like a talk show on television next to "Bibir Tya" with a hairy and agile hastag.

"Darling, enough! If you keep serving, you can age with him" chirped me with a rude swipe at the top of my head.

"Why are you knocking on our door?" dion asked after agreeing to my request not to continue discussing the topic of somplak, hairy and agile.

"Come, join! We set up a campfire in the backyard," explained Anggen who had just come to his senses from his wild fantasies and approached us.

A bonfire? What other event? It's the bridal night not the closing night of the wedding.

"Whose ridiculous idea?" tanyaku was in a quick step towards the event being held. Leaving Dion and the two women behind that absurd behavior. The unpredictability of the show made me be ambushed with curiosity.

"That's a brilliant idea from us" Anggen chirped with his innocent face.

Me and Dion? Are we part of that time?

The bonfire as a supposed filler of the night is fiery, sounds very slicing. However, I appreciate. Having friends with reasoning above the level of Doraemon's brain, I should have prepared myself with this surprise.

"Our bride, come!" exclaim Mas Rendra and Maya by draping a series of former names along the circle.

What else is this?

"You've had a lot, honey?" I asked as I read the very foreign names in my eyes.

"What is this ex? The only woman who ever received my word of love was you, my dear. You refuse repeatedly, it should be you who perch without rivals here," said Dion while reading the line of names, starting Shala, Asa, Veyona and who knows, Dion did not feel familiar with him.

Mas Rendra approached and pointed one by one at that name. Paipai, she's a 5-year-old who's already signed up as Dion's wife when she grows up. Brontok, she's the girl next door in Jogja who is so crazy about your husband that he bought a Persian cat and named after his idol, "Dion Wijaya". If this is Mbah Plentis, she's a rich old widow chasing after my handsome cousin until she's willing to inject botox, vitamin C and all sorts of things."

My eyes glared in disbelief. This explanation made me realize that the people around me have a weirdness that should be checked. Not anymore in psychiatrists but in pinter people. It seems their insanity is getting more acute.

"You, ruin my image as a high-level lover," Dion's timpal was about to remove the flower arrangement on his neck but was immediately banned by Mas Rendra.

"Groans, Brother!"

Dion finally allowed himself to be the victim of the snubbing of his friends. After rejecting the name of the former pinned for her, she noticed one name that filled the circle around my neck, Rud. Without much protest, my husband who must have been chastened with jealousy immediately removed the shackles on my neck. Making fuel on the campfire that began to burn with embers that began to enlarge. The same thing he did to shackle his neck.

"Everything, Dion and Rosa is true love. An ex is a memory that must be destroyed. So that one day not to ignite the fire and make the heart again divided."

Sensitive, Dion's speech was like positioning everyone on a narrow road flanked by two ravines. One is rocky ramps, the other side is a very deep landslide prone chasm. Simalakama, go back to get hit. So you should be silent, do not need to be responded to because it will make the atmosphere uncontrollable. Discussing the ex is like making the emotions of women who are PMS, Baperan and will definitely be angry without direction.

His fingers had just erased the old story. I clenched it in my chest and looked at it full of depth of taste. "Mas, here's just your name. As deep as the feelings I once gave to the name you have burned, rest assured that my feelings are embedded much deeper. Already have roots that not only plunge into my heart but also spread with my blood flow."

I concluded a smile, replying to both corners of her perfectly raised lips. For a moment I let that smile curl beautifully. Without hesitation, I put my foot down and kissed the chewy thing. Shame has been removed for the sake of making the angel of love calm. Surprised, he did not expect me to do this.

"When I decide to marry you, then my courage to reject all other love that comes do not doubt you, dear."

"Don't be here .. one time. Even more of this I dare if it's to prove that my love for me can't be underestimated."

Dion grabbed me into his arms. "Enough, Honey. I don't let you be someone else's attention. No more playing with this than the two of me" Dion said, pointing at my lips that had just kissed in front of everyone even though they were friends.

"Suit .. suit ...!" goda Mas Rendra with his whistle which then answered everyone's call.