About the Heart

When Separated

Scratches of the pen of life that carve each story, always has two opposite sides as a counterweight. Farewell will definitely occur when the meeting self-listed. Like the situation we had to go through this second. When the time is near noon, exactly ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd at Mama's house will soon be quiet. Relatives and good friends who come from out of town and who are close but deliberately stay overnight begin to retreat.

Of the many who still live, Mas Rendra and relatives from Jogja prepare to say goodbye. Items consisting of daily necessities and various foods have been completed in the trunk of the car. Eyang's extended family will soon be back in three passenger cars. While the bus they rented went straight home once the reception was over.

Newness always colors when part of naming yourself. Not a story but instinct. Crying is not a proof of fragility of heart but a form of affection as fellow human beings who are bound to each other by feelings. Hugs before departure is a cure for longing that will later be present shackling. And also as a prayer so that this closeness will be given the opportunity to meet again in the next happy atmosphere.

"You two should get along well, yeah. Always remember the message of Eyang, if there is a problem talking from heart to heart instead of silence each other," advice Eyang for me and Dion before entering the car.

Dion embraced me and commented on the smile full of sincerity that I returned with the same kind of smile. "Yes, Eyang. Dion will be a good priest to this beautiful and good wife."

Actually I was embarrassed, showing affection in front of the public. But for the sake of giving peace and peace of mind, embrace Dion I do not mind. Moreover, I can find a happy hue on the look of their faces, the Jogja family who will travel back.

"Remember, don't lose to Rendra and Maya!" order Om Septian before closing the car window next to the wheel.

Start again the silliness of this family. Booking for a new soul seenteng makes a shrimp fill bakwan. Can be instant with ready-made seasoning. But the truth is not that easy. Not only unite two seeds of the best quality but also must be accompanied by prayer. And it can't compete with each other. Because a life is not a rolling wheel that can be in pol gas to los dol.

Dion put on his naughty smile. "Om what a wife needs to find. Do you need my help?" seduce Dion by raising both eyebrows.

"Bring me like your wife! Later I will overtake the team," he replied lightly do not want to be defeated by the talk.

"Go home, Om. I think my wife is in danger of a basket-eyed Om-Om" Dion pushed away with a wave of his hand.

We all waved our hands as farewells. The tears that had whimpered were now changing prayers in a light. May their journey be kept out of danger and waged to their destination. Aamyn

"You two forgot your way home?" sindir Dion on Mas Rendra and Maya who sit casually on the porch of the house.

"We actually memorized the way home, so back later," said Mas Rendra with his leisure.

"Suppit. Be careful not to be a mosquito in a mosquito net," Dion recalled because her cousin always had a new trick to interfere.

Yes ... Dion and Mas Rendra will always exchange words in every togetherness. Debate without weight but enough to enliven the atmosphere. Sometimes, I choose to leave when the two lovebirds start arguing unwell. Let them wrestle only for the sake of trivial and unimportant problems to discuss. Their presence in addition to being quiet medicine is also often a free entertainment.

"Sa, I went back first, yes," said Mr. Aryan who just came out.

Behind him Kristy brought a bag of food that mom gave to her firstborn son.

"Reverse to the apartment, right, sir?" many ensure.

Mr. Aryan ruffled my hair. "I want to go home. Because I met your extended family, I miss Papa. It felt like I hadn't seen him in a long time" he explained, glancing at Dion, who had a face that didn't like the action he had just done to me.

"Bring the prospective ghosts, let your Papa be more pleased," continued Dion while bringing my body closer to him. Anticipate if Mr. Aryan calms down and hugs me before leaving.

"I'll bring you your grandchildren. Wouldn't that be more comforting to him," he replied that he could always override Dion with clever tricks.

"Bikinin' yourself, dong! Time not able?" tease Mas Rendra who likes to interrupt if the topic tickles the ear.

Mr. Aryan turned towards Mas Rendra. "I have 2 nieces and nephews, that's gonna be a lot of people."

I was amazed by the thought of mature men who are more willing to be single than busy looking for this partner. His perfect life filled with treasure does not necessarily make him a lover of the body of a woman without a wedding frame. Even his handsome face was not used to hook women as he pleased. I don't know..when will he prepare a heart to be filled with love that will make him happy.

"Hot uncle needs a beautiful aunty, sir," I said, only to be met with a smile by him.

"If there's aunty pretty, don't get hot uncle again, dong, Sa?" timpal Pak Aryan before taking the gift of the mother that Kristy brought.

"If you miss me, just come to the house" said Mr. Aryan before stepping away to his car. I followed him until he got in the car, drove on and disappeared behind the gate.

"Darling, 'that's so bad?" exclaimed Dion when he saw me so fixated with the departure of Mr. Aryan.

"Hm" I muttered, who was still half conscious of the question but not so focused because my mind was more on someone who had just passed.

"I'm jealous if you look at Aryan so deeply" Dion said in a statement.

Jealousy made me realize that my man was starting to be in an abnormal state. His emotions that were starting to increase should be lowered at a normal level immediately. Every man must have jealousy if his woman sharpens her eyes on other men. And I think Dion's jealousy at a very reasonable level. Not like Mr. Arga who put jealousy for his beloved wife's brother. If Dion is, I think I'd rather turn to stone.

"Your jealousy towards Mr. Aryan is just a waste of energy, honey. He's been considered my own brother," I cried as I lay spoiled in his arms.

"Even if he's a normal guy, if you get too close to him, his heart can wobble. I do not forbid, just give the right level," Dion's advice while shuffling my hair that was random also by Mr. Aryan.

"Do you think I'm too indulgent with him?" I chuckled while pulling him into the house.

"I'll drag you down if you dare to indulge on him. Your pot can only be with me," he said, relaxing the pace following where my feet were walking.

"Now I will drag you to bed" I said boldly.

"I willingly gave myself up" Dion immediately threw his body into the bed as soon as he reached the room. His supine body was deliberately made to tease me.

"Don't let me be tame, honey. I'm going to sleep, my body is tired."

"I'm a pijitin, huh?" bargain with the body that he directly sat.

"No!" refuse me to choose to lie down immediately with a tilted pose on her back.

Dion started to stomp my feet. "I'm not asking for a fee, you know, Yang."

"I know your mode, dear."

"This time is not a mode" said Dion raised his massage from the lower leg to the bone section above it.

"Your lips are not modus but your hands are naughty, dear."

"He's out of my control" Dion said, increasing the massage. Getting up, going up and finally choosing to lie behind me. The thick blanket that was hanging on the lower bed, he pulled up to cover half our bodies. Below him, Dion held me tightly. He stuck it to my back shoulder. "Come, Honey! We sleep in this position."