About the Heart

Want Me Not Like You Want Me

A day of being dicuekin and showered with innuendo does make a bad feeling. The advice given by Mr. Aryan has been calming. But there is another unsettled feeling that continues to struggle spoiled. Dion, this whole day only once gave me the news when I couldn't get me home from work. The hour hand was ten but he was not home yet.

The feeling grew when my phone was not picked up. I have walked around for a number of times. Trying to stay calm but in fact the mind just floated. Positive thinking, even though sometimes the devil comes to provoke. The angel who tried to straighten my way back, pulling each other with the devil who was not tired of giving words of anxiety.

"Mas, where are you? Why haven't you come home?" I asked after my phone, which I had ignored several tens of times, was picked up.

"Open door! I was in front," asked Dion who I immediately scattered to greet him.

The crumpled face he was trying to hide behind that smile, still I could clearly read. The eyes that he was trying to blaze were still not perfect. How much he tried to look ordinary still I knew it was a charade. A disguise so I don't worry about her condition.

"Drink, first!" I said while giving a glass of water.

Sipped the drink until it was gone unceremonious. "Why is your facial expression so, honey? Any issues?"

How clever is he? I should have asked like that. Why did he ask first?

"Mas, I'm worried about you," I asked as I sat beside him, pausing my activities that helped him clean up the work equipment he brought.

"Do I look worried?" ask her back while smiling.

"Yes." Yeah."

"How are things at the office? Does it make you very depressed?"

"Tell me, Mas. I'm your wife. We should share with each other. Don't like to keep your own problems."

I held her fingers gently. Giving a warm gaze so that it can provide comfort feeling. What I want now is for him to share. Not keeping his own burden that makes him endless chaos.

"There's nothing, honey," said Dion, caressing my hair lovingly.

Kuhela's breathing is rough. "Did you not consider me a wife, Mas? You always don't want to talk about the problems you're facing."

"I'll take a shower, honey. Believe me I'm fine," Dion continued with a smile that was made very calm.

"I help prepare the hot water first, Mas," I said as I followed his steps.

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Dion PoV's

The mind that was still filled with a pile of problems, always trying to leave when I stepped foot into the house. Let me leave work at the office. Tired let it ensnare from eight to seventeen. When I came back to see you, all I wanted was to see your smile. It is not a worry that will only make me more filled with burdens.

The hot water you're offering, I can't agree. I chose to throw myself under the shower. Throw down all fret in order for the heart to be peaceful. I realized that life is not like a deserted highway. We can walk quietly at a leisurely pace. No need to worry about being overtaken because we can overtake all we want.

Unfortunately life is like a road we have to take to reach the coastline. Not just straight but winding. There will also be a winding road in circles when you have to pass through the mountains before returning to collect the beach. The confusion that makes mumet. But will find happiness when the eyes are treated to a long struggle. The expanse of sand that is invited to play by the water and also the roar of waves that come and go is a charm that is very soothing to the eye.

That's what this problem is like, being in the contortion of mountains. You have to be patient and stay excited. At the end of the day, there will be beauty waiting. I, as the steering controller, will remain focused on work as a vehicle. You as a passenger are quite sitting sweetly enjoying the journey. There was no need to think about how I should concentrate on making this winding journey feel smooth without hindrance. Let me be the one who turns the brain, you can be by my side with a warm smile.

That's how I want to keep and make you happy. My silence don't you misunderstand me that I don't think of you. My silence is my way of looking after you. I know getting married goes through grief together. Yes, let me grimace now but I do not want you to cry. We're going to get through this together, just for this matter let me think for myself. We walk together, I'm the guide and you're the shadow that will always accompany me.

"Darling, how's your nausea?" dion asked while lying on my lap, occasionally wiping my flat stomach.

My hands play with his thick hair. Dabbing and occasionally ruffling. "I only want a toothbrush, Mom."

"Couldn't be nauseous let me just, I can't bear to see you nauseous every morning."

"You won't be strong, honey," I sneered as I continued to play with her hair.

"Dion is strong against anything, as long as it's not your loss," he said with a spoiled smile.

That guy is strong. Physically hit by a kick feels lighter than a hurt heart. Body wounds can be retained but heart injuries will still leave pain.wait can be done. But being abandoned will make him weak and unguided. The nature of men is to be accompanied. And the presence of a woman is to be by his side.

"I left you and you left me. When fate reunites us, then parting is a word I've eliminated from the mind" I said, rubbing her cheek.

"Darling, I've always wanted to see you smile like this" I said, pointing at the line in the outer corner of Dion's eye.

A sincere smile is the movement of the sense of sight narrowing the room, emitting twinkle and will present lines in the outer corner. An undeniable honesty about happiness.

"Aren't I always smiling like this?"

"This time, yes. But from yesterday no," I honestly spit up the facts.

Dion woke up from the fall. I chose to sit on the sofa beside me. Stretched his hands behind my body. "So, you miss my smile, honey?"

Dion pulled both ends of his lips together. Curving upwards formed an extremely dazzling smile. Really, my heart became instantly cool. It was as if entering an air-conditioned room after it was hot under the blazing sun.

"I miss your warm and loving self" I said shyly.

"Warm and loving? You tease me, Miss. Dion Wijaya, hm?" dion said with a spoiled glint.

"I insinuate you," I'm honest to provoke his honesty.

Dion put his index finger on my lips. Warmly staring. Some time I was invited to dive into the feeling through the gaze. Tracing the depth of taste and desire to warm one another. A soft touch touched my lips. Stick to each other without movement along with eyes closed to each other. That deep love is entering the heart, showing its throne.

"Darling, don't ask me something I don't want to answer yet. I'm capable without having to let you know. Enough by my side, give me an endless love, then I'll be able to face it all."

Dion rubbed my lips with his index finger. Smack once more and bend the body. Swiped my stomach and left a warm kiss there as well.

"Honey, grow up healthy in your womb. You are the union of Mama and Papa's love. Be a happy child."

Touched. There's no word I can count on every sentence Dion says. Suddenly my tears are shed. It never occurred to me that I would have a husband with a very tender and caring heart. I'm grateful. The most beautiful and delicious gift.

"Why are you crying, baby? Are my words wrong? Did I hurt you?" Does my dishonesty make you feel insignificant?" cerca Dion non-stop.

Shoving head. My crying is not subsiding but is getting more and more spoiled. "Thank you for loving me and our future baby so deeply, Mas. Forgive me for not understanding your heart. I demand without understanding that you just want to be understood. I'm happy to have you."

Dion grabbed me into his arms. I'm putting my head on his field chest. Believe me, this is a warmth I cannot express. This is love. Love is beautiful because of sincerity and compassion.