About the Heart

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Thirty days had passed since the reception. Life is running normally. I keep working three with Trio Somplak as a subordinate of Pak Aryan. Nothing has changed. Dion is still managing the company he built since college with his fellow majors. Same everything. But this morning something was different. Body meriang. Not longing for affection but the heat that strikes. Demans.

The glass of warm sweet tea that Dion made doesn't make me any better. My stomach is getting uncomfortable. There was an inner urge that jolted to be let out. Nausea, yes .. I want to vomit but nothing gets expelled. This situation makes me feel a little weak because I have to go back and forth the bathroom. Dion became anxious and decided not to work.

Mr. Aryan who every morning visited the apartment, this time also came again. Knowing I was not feeling well, he gave me permission to look into the room. And somehow eventually, Dion just let it go. Or maybe there's a written agreement I don't know about. With a curious look, he stood beside my bed.

"What pain?"

"Hot and nauseous. It felt like vomiting but could not," explained Dion answered Mr. Aryan's question.

"Is your guest late?" asked Mr. Aryan again as if he was investigating something.

I remember the last time, my red guy made Dion fast. "It was supposed to be a week ago, but until now it hasn't come."

"Maybe pregnant," Mr. Aryan's verdict later.

Getting pregnant? Is there a blood clot that's gonna turn into a cute baby? Could it? How did Mr Aryan know that what I was going through were signs of pregnancy? Has she never been pregnant? Ouch, wrong. Has he never had a wife? Especially knowing the ins and outs of pregnancy? She wasn't a doctor either, so what was the reason she could say that I might be pregnant?

"Buy test pack, there! Tomorrow morning, after waking up urinating, collect your urine. The cheque! It was the most accurate time" explained Mr. Aryan long and wide.

I was bengong to hear a detailed explanation from Eldest Brother. What school did he actually study first? Or maybe he likes to collect books about the ins and outs of women? Why does he understand so much?

"Stay in your stomach even if you feel nauseous. Eat what you can swallow while it is safe and healthy. Take good care of your wife! Don't be surprised if he gets spoiled. I go to the office first. I'll be here tonight, again? I'll bring you, what?" cerocos Pak Aryan without pause.

"Be careful, sir," my message chimed in on his incessantly triggered sentence.

Mr. Aryan smiled at me before leaving the room. Dion rubbed my queen's stomach as soon as Brother disappeared. She was so excited to hear about the possible pregnancy I was having. A kiss she gave me, greeting a baby candidate who might be there from under my clothes.

"Honey, I hope what Aryan says is true, huh?" hope Dion still continues to gently rub my stomach.

"Yes, do you want it so much?" I just watched him so enthusiastically respond to the best possibilities that happened to me.

"Well to want, honey. Our baby is a testament to Dion and Rosa's true love" Dion said, kissing my forehead warm and soulful.

"Related ... Rosa ... Disa .. isn't that a good abbreviation?" I said by tapping my index finger on my cheek.

"Isn't that the name of one of the loyal readers of About the Heart, Aryani Disa?" ask Dion to make sure.

"Yes, he just did not realize that his name fits perfectly with the abbreviation of our name" explained later.

Dion smiling. I didn't think there was an accidental coincidence. We also busy each other playing with thoughts that go by thinking, a name. Until accidentally you both smile and point the index finger at each other.

"How about we name our son Alex, then? May he be like Mr. Alexander Kemal Malik, the handsome rich businessman," my idea with a perfect smile.

"I don't agree, he's too stiff. Can not be invited to joke and pervert not kelulungan. I like little girls."

"Ehm ... How about Keenan? Hopefully later our children can become a reliable doctor, such as dr. Keenan Adelard," proposed Dion steadily.

"drs. Ken is great but he's also perverted. Especially the cold, the refrigerator. Did you intentionally let us not have to buy a refrigerator, did you?" I refused to reply to Dion's refusal of the name he proposed.

Alex and Ken are the perfect man of a woman's dreams. Handsome and handsome. But unfortunately, the complexity is acute. You have to look for other options, a truly perfect figure to be an idol.

"If it's Arga, what?" tawar Dion takes his nickname from a sexy-lipped young businessman and his aura is extraordinary, Mr. Arga Hutama.

"Farhan's? Let him be a hafidz,"

"Mas Farhan Alfarizi who died while his wife was pregnant? Ah, naw. I'm traumatized forsaken," I refuse next.

"Then, Zainudin is the adjutant" Dion resigned with a small smile.

I hit his thigh with full force. Dion's list of names is getting worse and worse. Rich businessman, okelah. May it be a prayer to be rich in the world. The names of the pious, good. Let the hereafter be rich. But why did the last choice fall on the name Zainudin?

"Mas, don't tell me because Mas has already read my novel Reply Revenge Village Guys, so exposed to Zeno's absurd behavior. Zainudin is the name of a chicken, why should it be the name of our child?" my gertutuku is so upset.

"I'm hungry, so it's Zainudin's hen, Zeno's bar-bar's chicken. Good time huh, trashed? Rooster that must be very yummy, ehmmm ..," said Dion while showing the expression of enjoying the delicious cuisine.

"Huft .. I'm happy with you, Mas. We discussed the name of our child why it was a chicken," I grumbled again and again.

Dion rubbed my black hair gently. "Regardless, Yang? We're debating something that's not certain" Dion said, then peeked at my forehead.

True, we have been busy choosing a name, even though the certainty of pregnancy does not exist. What if I'm just sick? But I am sure pregnant, because of the talk of the eldest brother. There is no harm in finding a name. If not now someday it will be used. A man's name, if a woman, who?

"That's a prayer, dear."

"May be affirmed, dear. Aamiin," said Dion with sincerity.

I held my hands up and said "Aamiin".

"If our child is a beautiful baby, what name do you want to give him?" If it's Jessie, 'how is it? Let it be the same as her beautiful Mama," seduced Dion while pinching the two gnaws on my cheeks.

"Zeno's Jessie? Who likes to be attacked by Zainudin for being burned with jealousy?" cercak.

"Hm, isn't he like you? Ketus-etus make fall in love," said Dion while glancing mischievously.

"The one who fell in love with Dion, only Rosa. There can be no competition, including from beautiful babies. I want a handsome baby like her Papa" my god back that made Dion smile proud of getting compliments.

"You'll always be the prettiest thing in my heart, baby. Although there will be a beautiful baby born from your womb," Dion's dreadlocks who managed to make the red tinge of my cheek more noticeable.

"I love you, Mas" I said as I looked into her fixed, soft eyes full of snares.

"I don't love you" Dion said with a mischievous smile.

"Mas!" my peek.

"Hm,"

"Maaaass ...!"

"Hm,"

"Darling!"

"Love you too," Dion replied as she kissed my lips.

Ooh .. so sweet!