About the Heart

What Badness?

First I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe it. Seeing the private room that used to be where I spent time, now plastered real in front of the eyes. I used my net many times to make sure that this wasn't just a dream. Stay the same, my beloved room that I'm occupying this time. Pleased but curious. How am I supposed to be in this place?

Many times to stretch my body, I finally decided to get out of bed. Tidied up my messy hair and exited the room looking for an explanation. The first thing I went to was the kitchen. I hungry. Visiting the house of Mama does not afdol if you do not spend the cooking.

"Ma, cook what?" I asked Mama who happened to be making tea.

"Chicken lodho, your favorite," replied Mama with a smile that I always miss.

Hearing the cooking made from the chicken with a little yellow sauce that was previously burned and revealed, made me unable to resist. Deftly my hand opened the dining table cover. Serve the food that makes me swallow. Without waiting I took the plate and filled it with warm white rice and chopped chicken lodho. Do not forget the spicy anointing and dry noodles that I ended with a watering sauce on it.

It's so uncivilized.

"Slowly, Ma'am. Can be wrapped back home really," said Kristy who just returned from college.

"Boye, Kris. I haven't eaten this for a long time" I said as I continued to feed and chew vigorously.

"Eat it here often! Ma'am must have cooked it-that's all," joked Kristy who was right.

I am not a hobby of cooking, but I am a hobby of eating. Fortunately, the more skilled Dion was never too hard-hearted to help me prepare food in his spare time. Not infrequently, he gave himself up as my personal chef. Ah ... lucky me.

"Tumben, ma'am here on weekdays?" look at Kristy who reminded me to look for Dion to ask her why I was here.

"Ask Masmu, aja! My people are also confused, waking up is already here," I replied casually.

"So your husband carried you because he fell asleep in the car," said Mama who was greeted with a roar said so sweet from Kristy's mouth.

"Then, where is Dion now, Ma?" I asked because I hadn't seen him before.

"I'm from the front, talking to Mr. RT," Dion replied, choosing to sit next to me and his hand was taking a loodhoku chicken for a digadoin.

"That's mine, Mas!" grumbling.

"Feeding together is romantic, honey," Dion's excuse to launch his action to eat my food.

"Ngeles mulu, Mas," my timpal replied with a smile.

My husband, his face is always adorable. Whatever his expression was always handsome. Want to grin a horse, zebra, giraffe or whatever, the inn is delicious to look at. Pantesan I used to remain strong even though the heart is upset because it is always pursued.

"Tumben you guys here on weekdays?" Kristy repeated the question she asked me.

"We're from the doctor" Dion briefly replied.

Mama who had listened to me immediately wanted to know when there was a word of pain between Dion's answers. The question is to see who is less healthy. While waiting for an answer, Mama watched us closely. I returned a smile that made Mama look away at Dion.

"It looks like you're all healthy" Mama said before Dion had time to give an answer.

Hospitals are not just places for the less healthy. Although public places that have never known the holiday are synonymous with people who need healing through medicine.

Dion raised both ends of his lips to form a perfect arch. A very sweet smile. "Thank God Dion and Rosa are healthy, Ma. We're going to Sp. OG."

"I want to be an aunty?" chirp Kristy with great enthusiasm.

"Not sure yet, Ma. I was waiting in line for the doctor but not so," I explained while thinking about the next answer if Mama asked again.

Kristy scrunched her forehead. "Kok, then?"

"You want to find a female doctor. It just so happens that the female doctor who practices today, is young and beautiful, so Rosa does not want to," explained Dion while slipping the sentence of temptation that I reply with a whip.

"There's a jealous look," Kristy's mouthfuls full of insinuations.

"Something seems to have just realized that I'm too handsome, Kris," Dion said, glancing at me.

The lodhoku chickens were too tasty for me to leave, let alone just to get back at their throats. I let myself be the laughingstock of my beloved husband and sister. What they are talking about is the truth. Whether it's the jealousy that Kristy said or I just realized I have a handsome man.

"You know, Kris, usually after marriage people will find a partner's ugliness. I'm the opposite. The more I was with him the more I knew he wasn't ugly" I said, which made Dion smile.

Dion ruffled my hair with his left hand. "Not yet, dear."

Not what? For ten years all I didn't like was his indomitable attitude fighting for love. But that's not a bad thing either. It is precisely an unyielding attitude that must be possessed in order to remain resilient in the face of all the problems that will surely come. What is so ugly about Dion?

Of jealousy? Reasonable level. And all this time that made him attacked by great jealous only a Mas Rud who indeed deserved his jealousy. Mr Aryan? In the past, very jealous. Now then? Still, but it's only natural because he's the man who once loved me.

Angrier? Not at all. He was the most patient man I knew. Being one level above Mr. Aryan. It seems like the soul mate is right if it complements each other. I'm the ketus paired with a very gentle Dion.

"Mas Dion, has a community of guys like Mas, right? Mau dong is known as one," said Kristy in response to our chat about Dion's perfection.

"Sir Aryan, 'tuh. She's a good husband candidate nominee, although of course the winner is still Mas Dion," I said remembering what I just thought.

"By, Mas Aryan eleven twelve equals Mas Dion. Mama will be the luckiest in-laws. Her ex-boy dreams of all," joked Kristy with a laugh of her smile.

"Aamiin," said Mama suddenly.

"Green light, nih," Dion again teased.

"Will I resign if betrothed, Mas Aryannya? Escape him," continued Kristy with a big laugh.

"Aryan has a candidate?" Mom joined the conversation.

"Yet, Ma. He's gonna blow himself up like. At home alone," my timpal ignored the fact that Pak Aryan was at home because he had not moved on from me.

"Huss, it's not polite to say that. Pray that he will find his soul mate soon" Mama ordered after scolding me for speaking ill of his eldest son.

"I'm always rejected, Ma. Tya said he was ban**," I said casually, being rewarded with a pinch on the nose by Dion.

"Darling, when did you teach me that? You can joke but you have to know the limits. He's our brother, don't talk bad behind his back. I'll be angry if you do it one more time, not just to you, but to anyone."

"I'm sorry Dion, Ma. Not yet able to be a good priest to Rosa," pinta Dion later after advising me at length.

Mama nodded with a smile. I just looked embarrassed. Stabbed. Feeling a lack of morals is like a tiger that immediately shrinks into a cat. Losing the courage to look at others.