About the Heart

Something Awkward

The night showed at nine o'clock when we arrived at the apartment. The plan to stay at Mama's house was canceled because Dion had to struggle with work. The laptop was not taken so inevitably we had to go home. The shock of tiredness that came to my body I finally decided to leave Dion alone with his open eyes, working.

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My thirst finally forced me to wake up in the middle of the night. The glass filled with water that used to be on the nightstand, I saw it empty. I forgot to fill it up and apparently Dion didn't even prepare it. I just realized he wasn't in bed. Does he take care of his work?

I saw the clock showing at twelve. It doesn't usually work this late. Is there something so important that it can't be done tomorrow?

"Mas, not finished yet? It was midnight, you know," I asked when I saw him at the desk with the laptop still on.

"I'm sleeping soon. Why awake? Searching for?" seduce Dion with her smile which implies fatigue being held back.

"Well."

Dion held out a glass of water at his desk. "Drink! I'll bring you another glass to the room."

I took the glass and swallowed it. I slowly approached, sitting on the armrest of the chair that Dion was sitting on. Looking at the monitor showing numbers I don't understand. All I can understand is the word of the report in the title.

"Your office finances are in trouble, Mom?" I kept my focus on the report, trying to understand it even though it was very difficult for me to understand.

"Don't think about it that seriously. Tomorrow I'll finish it" Dion said, hugging my waist.

"If there's a problem, don't keep it to yourself, Mas. Even if I can't help with your work, at least I'll always be by your side, supporting you nonstop" I said, wiping her arms around my stomach.

Dion smiling. His hand started the process of turning off his laptop. "We'll always be united hearted to live our household, dear. I will try to make you happy even though I can't make sure everything goes my way. As long as you're always by my side, I can definitely do my best."

"I'll get a drink first, yeah. Go straight to the room" I said, wiping his cheek and landing a kiss on one side before moving from sitting and leaving it.

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I looked at Dion's sleeping face. It seems like the drowsiness of attacking him is so great. His slick face revealed a line of fatigue that he could no longer bear. I rubbed his face lovingly. Dive into his mind filled with work problems that may be heavier than usual.

I have a slightly longer hair. Dropped when the hair was moistened by sweat results racing against time when he became a striker during the game. Persistent, as persistent as he wants to score with his feet, as persistent as he wants to fix his love in my heart. No matter if he had to fall because of tackling from the enemy, he would get up again and run carrying a love ball and throw it on the goal of my heart so beautifully.

"If I hadn't set my heart on you in the past, I'd make sure I would be sorry now. A man as good as you, I will never find him again. Many love me, but I am sure that love me as sincerely as you will never be. A love greater than the love you have for yourself."

"O Allah, thank You for sending this angelic heart-lover to me. Give me a chance to be happy. Make us a couple who will always have perfect love under the auspices of your Most Loving."

I continued to rub her cheeks and stared unstoppably. I pecked his forehead again and broke down. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, seeking the warmth of the embrace of a husband I love most. While my mind was still being overshadowed by her attentive self, Dion suddenly tilted her body and clenched me tightly. With her sturdy arms she covered my body that was much smaller than her.

Comfortable. The warmth he created as a tranquilizer capable of electrifying me passed by quickly leaving the real world and knocking on the door of such a beautiful dreamland. A kiss at the top of the head, I think it's more love from someone who sent him from the outside. Late, I accompanied her to explore the sleeping flowers happily.

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In the morning, I woke up late. To be clear, it's almost eight o'clock. Of course Dion has gone to work. He left while I was still being lulled by dreamland. Let me sleep without waking up.

The dining table that I should have filled with breakfast, it turns out he filled first. The seafood fried rice is very appetizing, presented neatly on the table. A piece of paper with handwriting, he pinned it nearby.

"I have to leave early, sorry I didn't wake you up. Don't forget breakfast, dear."

When is Dion not sweet? The answer is never. Even when he was angry, the sweetness did not fade even more flexible. It seems like diabetes threatens me, because the sweetness is more, more and always more. Diabetes due to Dion is harmless but makes you happy and youthful. And I'm afraid I never get old because of it. Ah ... how beautiful I am.

The fried rice was immediately eaten. Enjoying the results of his hand as if being spoiled with a bribe. It seems like I'm starting to go crazy, falling in love over and over every day. Until the smile always develops. I said Dion was here with me. He was working in his office. I feel like I've been in a dera miss just because I didn't see her this morning.

I left half my food. Get back to my room to pick up my smart communication device. I deftly took it from the nightstand and returned to the dining table. I immediately made a call to someone I miss so much, my dear husband.

My first call was not made. I'm still excited to call him back. The smile continued even though Dion did not answer. Suddenly worry ambushed me. It's not usual for Dion to ignore my phone. What was? Is he in a meeting? Is his work really so attention-grabbing that I can't interrupt for a little chat?

My heart is really broken. Ever since last night, I've felt something strange. Although Dion tried to act the same as usual, but I could feel something different. I don't know, I hope my hunch is wrong. It's just an untrue sensitivity. As hard as I try to think positive, unfortunately my mind still guessing. Is this or is that so? Is there an irregularity that he is hiding?

"O Allah, make it easy for my husband's business to fulfill his duty to seek a lawful sustenance. Lead the way so that it is always straight and keep away from all bad intentions from those who want to make it wretched."