About the Heart

Is There Something?

My mind still couldn't escape the chatter at the dinner table this afternoon. There still seems to be a disturbing feeling. Cursing yourself who can't filter words while speaking. As a result I minimized the sentence with Dion afterwards. Even at dinner time, which I usually get very excited about being quiet. Food was just a little bit of what I touched. Though there is my favorite lodho chicken that decorate delicious on the plate.

Mama who has memorized my habits, let. Choose not to comment. The usually critical Kristy and the sadistic critic are out, so the dining table is like a grave. Only Dion chose to be the speaker. Chatting with Mama.

I quickly got off the table even though I had plenty of food left. Walk to the second floor and reconcile the heart on the balcony of the room. My daydream attacked, ringing with all the advice Dion had about Mr. Aryan.

Huf ... Take a rough breath out of my mouth.

"Mas just wants you to be more polite talking, Yang. You, would you? We will stay together in heaven" said Dion, who was suddenly standing next to me.

I'll take a minute and I'll turn my eyes back on the vantage point before Dion comes.

Just sec. It didn't last long because I chose to scatter into his arms. Wishing a soft caress to my black hair, which is true, what I think he is doing now. The more I drown myself in his arms.

"I want to apologize to Mr. Aryan," the sentence escaped my lips.

I don't know. Although he did not hear, but my heart was very unsettled because it labeled him with a very disrespectful word. If that were true, I wouldn't be able to talk like that behind his back. Where would Rosa prefer to talk what is in front of her person directly? I think it's better.

"That's the line I'm waiting for, honey. I know your heart is good, so I don't have to tell you to do that. Because Mas is sure that you will think like that, it only takes time" Dion said, kissing my forehead.

Finally, I can develop a smile perfectly in front of him.

"Back, yuk! I want to apologize tonight, too," I asked expectantly to be granted. Because of our initial plans to stay.

"Aryan is down, 'uh. Samperin, go!" dion said that instantly made me sparkle.

What a beautiful scenario God. What I want is always offered. Maybe this is the way for me to improve. Apologizing when I made a mistake. Yes .. that is the love of God.

I was ready to turn around but Dion took an object out of his pocket. Stopped step. "Aren't you coming?"

"I'll call first, I'll follow you later."

"Alright," I said before stepping back to the door that connects the balcony and the room.

"Whose phone?" I was curious, not yet sincerely leave Dion who wants to dwell first with his smart objects.

Dion who had attached a flat object chose to lower it again from the ear. He turned off the calls he had connected but had not yet been lifted. He approached me with a smile that never escaped.

"Aulia, honey."

My forehead shows fine lines. Trying to digest Aulia's name. A lady? A guy? There are many places around Dion. Which was?

"Aulia Handika's Son."

"Oh, Mommy Dika. All right," I said in relief as I kissed Dion's left cheek before running small, blurred.

The man must be smiling now while shaking his head. Seeing his wife's childish behavior. But I'm sure it's adorable in her eyes. Am I overconfident? No, it's the truth. Truth of my own mind. A wife who is full of thoughts if her husband is a perfect woman.

My step down the stairs stopped when I was on the first rung. Confused about taking a step. Where to find the whereabouts of Mr. Aryan. I finally decided to take the right, the living room. Because that place was the room where we used to gather besides the dining table.

"Hi, Sa! How was the test result? Positive?" the reflection as soon as I was seen in his eyes.

"No," I replied, choosing to sit on the sofa next to her.

"Why?"

I'm tired of explaining. Moreover, the problem rooted in jealousy will be a new story. I was seduced, ridiculed, and bullied.

"No story, it looks like I can guess what happened," said Mr. Aryan, who I won't be extending again with the question of why he knew.

"Why did you come here? Prosecute me, will you?" I forgot the original purpose of looking for it.

"Nganterin souvenirs from Papa for Mama," said Mr. Aryan who I replied OH.

"Eits, you mean?" I asked for an explanation because it seemed like Mr. Aryan's sentence sounded something strange.

"Thank you for your Papa yes, the filter cloth is good. Mama likes it," said Mama who just came out of the room and walked towards us.

A sari? The mama? Papa's?

"Did I not know anything yet?" ask me to get away with who I'm referring to.

Mr. Aryan represents speaking. He casually became the interpreter for my question that I wanted to reply to. "Yesterday the new Papa of India. This is a gift for Mama because Papa knows Mama really admires the sari. Do you know that you are a fan of Bollywood movies?"

Of course I know. Because I know and fall in love with the couple SRK and Kajol because they often watch with Mama. The beautiful cloth was long ago Mama wanted, especially the original from her homeland.

There are a lot of questions in my brain. And it is obligatory to be given an answer. "Kok Papa knows Mama wants a sari?"

"Because we are family," answered safely from Mr. Aryan.

Is that so?

"Ma ...?"

Calling wasted. My mom went out when and where. I was busy looking for answers so I forgot to ask the question.

"Have you had enough of me?" asked Mr. Aryan to make me remember the original purpose of looking for him.

"Udah, but .. I want to apologize to you, Father," said I put on a sad face.

"Sorry for what?" asked Mr. Aryan very gently.

"Hmmm .. when I was wrong because you always refused me a match, I said that Father ...," I said cutting the word that made me haunted by guilt.

Mr. Aryan looked at me seriously. Looking forward to the word I decapitated. "I'm a sissy? Like Tya said?"

The head I had lowered, lifted up instantly. How could he know everything. Confused what to say, I could only smile awkwardly. Instead of being angry, he laughed.

"Do you believe that I'm a sissy?" tanyanya.

"If you're my girlfriend, I'll prove right now that your thinking is wrong."

"Defusing you to make a match doesn't mean I have a disorder."

"You want proof?"

As fast as lightning, I shook my head.

"Thank God you are normal. This guilt seems free. I'm losing" I said, pursing my lips in front of him.

"If you are like that, my proof can be misdirected, lo," teased Mr. Aryan who I sought at his feet.

"Dragon!" I cried as he made me more upset.

"Sana, accompany your husband. Later he will also be jealous of me," said Mr. Aryan while scrambling the top of my head.