About the Heart

About the Heart
Sp.OG Handsome



The night was past magrib's time, Dion's permission to the pharmacy for a while. Test pack, he's gonna find the thing we need the most this time. While waiting for him, I chose to watch television. The more I stay away in the morning, the healthier I get. What a strange body abnormality.


A loud noise from the door disturbed my hearing. It's clear it wasn't Dion because he could enter without excusing me. A name most likely to meet at this hour is the neighbor's front apartment. Yes ... Mr. Aryan, the eldest brother of the Dinata family, who actually bears the last name Dharma as his family tree.


"Fruit ..," he said, raising his hand with a bag full of what he had just mentioned.


"Thank you" I said, taking her pocket and leaving the person who took her.


Without letting her in, I left her in front of the open door. The choice is in his hands, follow me or turn back to his door.


"Where's your husband?" she sat down on the sofa.


"Apotek," I replied from the kitchen, washing the fruit for me to eat immediately.


"Hm, still nauseous?" asked Mr. Aryan then while rolling the shirt sleeves up to the elbow.


I returned to the sofa with some fruit and a knife in the tray I was holding. "In the morning brush your teeth."


"I can't wait to be called uncle" he said, picking up an apple and peeling it.


"That's my apple."


"Yes, I'm peeling. You sit down, please," he ordered.


Okay fine! Pamper me, sir! I used to want to have an older brother, but it didn't happen because I was born first. Now, that dream has come true. So, just enjoy it.


"Now, eat a lot! Let's be healthy Mama and my niece-to-be" he said, handing over pieces of fruit ready to eat.


This man is loving. The woman who will be his choice must be very lucky. Not only handsome and well-established, but also very considerate. May he soon find perfect happiness. Not just happy to see me happy, but also happy with someone who wants him to be happy and wants to make him happy too.


"Darling, how do you put another guy in when I'm not around?" chirps Dion when I just entered the room I was living with Mr. Aryan.


"Still suspecting me too?" timpal Mr. Aryan with his calm smile.


"The marriage hunt" Dion replies, meaning double, between wanting him to let go of his combo and eliminating a rival who really doesn't need to be considered a rival.


"Later, now I'm going home first. Quickly rest. Do not forget to immediately see a doctor if the test results are 2 red lines even though the one is faint," advised Mr. Aryan before he chose to remove traces of the discussion about marriage.


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Two lines, one visible with a bright color while the other a vague appearance. Just like Mr. Aryan said. Absolutely amazing. Same with my feelings at the moment. Feel the excitement of happiness driven from the paper with the shape of an elongated line. Although not yet full of confidence, but my heart still holds the belief that in my womb is developing a drop of blood that will turn into a small creature of life.


I unconsciously gently rubbed my stomach. A smile develops that paints such a happy feeling. Dion who just finished praising the Khaliq, approached me still with his great clothes, cocoa clothes, sarong and kopyah in white. So adem in vision, especially after he rubbed my queen's stomach.


"Something that is growing in there, is growing well. Feel the happiness we were born with in your presence" said softly Dion with a smile that clearly exuded joy.


I put my body in Dion's arms. Both are attracted to the dimension of taste that reveals the peak of pleasure. This is the third life we are looking forward to. Liven up deserted because of the two residents. If both are happy then the three, four and even eleven are the highest happy point of a household.


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Hospital, we decided to be here now. Stand in front of a new patient registration counter. A woman was busy asking some questions that Dion immediately answered. It was ordinary, what was unusual was his gaze that seemed to be fascinated with my man he was talking to. I'm jealous.


We were directed to wait for the doctor we wanted to meet in a room with the inscription on the door "dr. Ibam Gunawan, Sp.OG". There were several couples who had filled the waiting chairs. Dion and I chose a row of chairs at the end of the room.


"Kok choose the boys' doctor, honey?" Dion asked for a second time.


"Because he practices today, he's the only one I'm following" I explained.


It's clear that I chose doctor Ibam, the odd woman said that she was a handsome young doctor. Wouldn't that be a logical reason if I made a choice. Who doesn't love eye sweeteners? Any taste caused by pregnancy factors will subside if the checking is pleasing to the eye. Didn't we?


"There's Nafa's doctor," Dion told the female doctor, who immediately brushed off with a NO answer.


"I don't want you to sweetly talk to him. Doctor Nafa is our sister in college first. When we got in, he was taking his specialist. My brain still remembers clearly how he chased you without shame" I remember a woman I never cared about near you and now I'm being very anti-pigeon.


Dion seemed to take a long breath. Overwhelmed by my jealousy which has become increasingly popular these days. I don't know, I'm confused about myself, too. My heart seems unwilling when there are other women who enjoy my husband, even if just looking. I can't.


"Take a second look, we'll find another hospital, okay? Who's got a female doctor but not Nafa's doctor, how?" bargain Dion who I think he also harbors jealousy if I get checked out by a male doctor, let alone being young and handsome.


"Are you as jealous as I am?" my God to Dion who was putting on a face without a smile.


"Your letter cannot be seen in the eyes of another man if it is not an emergency, dear," Dion explained with a gentle look at me.


I know it. But why am I still ignoring it. Is this just my feeling or do you read also feel? That the more I lived with him, the more I found the piety of a Dion Vijaya. Choosing it, the bonus I got was very abundant. Attention that does not decrease is more and more life that is closer to the creator of nature.


If being with him makes me better, may my love and love will be eternal, not only to age in the world but also again made husband and wife in heaven later.