About the Heart

Worriedly

The feelings that had arisen were finally split after we talked to each other. I want what he doesn't want, he can finally be us. Not sticking with each other's wills but relaxing each other's egos until finally understanding each other. That's how a household should be.

The sweet relationship between Dion and Rosa with all the sweetness and mutual flirting has returned. Jokingly waiting for the night to get late, we trace the stories of the past. Rotating the story to attach love to get tighter.

"Call you, Mas!" I said when I saw Dion's smart screen go off without a sound. Only shakes tell you that there is a call waiting to be picked up immediately.

I, who was relaxing watching television, immediately turned to look as Dion moved from his seat. Walk away from me and instantly fixate. The curiosity that hung in my mind made me choose to stand up. Approaching him who showed a face full of shock.

"I'll be there soon!"

Only that sentence came out of his mouth, before the call was over. Ignoring me waiting for her story, she stepped foot into the room. I followed without asking much because I knew from the look on his face that something was troubling him.

He took his jacket and went back out of the room. Snatch the car keys on the desk and talk to me for a minute.

"I'll go to the office first, you'll be home."

"What's up, Mom?" my question is full of curiosity.

Going to the office at night is a sign that something is going on. Things that can not be represented show that the presence of Dion is very awaited. Dion left without changing his clothes. That means an emergency.

"Fire office" said Dion, wiping my head and leaving.

"Mas, I'm coming!" I asked as I accelerated my steps following him.

"You're home, the night breeze isn't good for pregnant women, honey. Pray for the best" Dion asked with a smile, giving me peace of mind.

Actually I wanted to force it but hearing Dion's advice, I expressed this intention. I just told him to be careful. I accompanied his departure with prayer that he would remain focused on driving even though his mind was raging. In the confusion, all I could count on was the front neighbor, Mr. Aryan.

I'll hit the bell of his apartment immediately. Not long after he came out and looked curious to find my face invaded by anxiety. The question is, of course, to find out what happened. I answered plainly and he gave me a sense of calmness with a reinforcement sentence.

"Wanna get in?" the bargain that I immediately pushed with the belt.

"Then, come in. Don't worry, if there's anything call me!" mr. Aryan's orders are to ask me to return to the apartment.

I returned to the apartment with a broken heart. The anxiety is not less and more. My mind was filled with Dion. How did he react to seeing the results of his hard work being attacked by a blazing fire? How bad was the fire?

Many questions disturbed my mind. Was it really my decision to stay? Shouldn't I give him some spirit up close? Do I have to catch up with him? Yes ... I'd better leave now. Instead of waiting, would I rather see for myself?

Soon I find my warm clothes and carry a sling bag. Seek help from someone who offered help. I rang the bell of his apartment, waiting for the owner to come out feeling uneasy. I feel like I want to quickly meet my Dion.

"You coming?" asked Mr. Aryan as soon as I saw me wearing a bag.

"It could be anterine, right?" I do not say with asking but forcing.

Without changing clothes, I and Mr. Aryan left just like that. I was in a knee-length dress and jacket, while Mr. Aryan was wearing only his shorts and a tee shirt. In order to catch up with Dion we ignored the night air that was not good for health.

"Aren't you cold wearing only a short skirt?" ask Mr. Aryan as soon as we start the journey.

"Maybe not. I'm hustling. You also only wear shorts," I reply still with a smart object in hand.

"Don't worry about me. You're pregnant, you should wait as your husband tells you to" advised Mr. Aryan while focusing on his speed.

"If you keep nagging me, I'll just go down and find a taxi" I said staring intently at him.

"Just because I know you're stubborn, I hurried to take you. A female model like you would be reckless if rejected, right?" mr. Aryan said in satire.

"Hm."

While chatting I tried to call Dion. But not once did my call get answered. Praying, that's all that can calm me down right now. May my husband master his feelings. Stay strong and patient with the disaster that comes.

"Sir, scribble dong!" I'm in command mode.

"He wants to strengthen, but you're not calm. Want to make your husband's mind split? If you can't control yourself, I'm the counter-princess," said Mr. Aryan, advising and threatening.

I finally chose silence. In the heart still attacked by various questions even though the mouth does not open for a second. All negative thoughts are raging. Worries caused by a thought that keeps guessing. Hows it? Ls it? When? Wh why? The question continues to bother.

As I approached the location, my mind grew increasingly chaotic. A lot of people and dozens of fire trucks trying to tame the fire made my muscles wavy. This is not a good sign. It seemed like the blazing flames were not raiding in a large army. Hopefully not! Then ....

Where is my husband?

Still from the car I was trying to find Dion. Look left-right, look among the crowd and even in a place beyond reason all I'm targeting. After finding a parking space I couldn't wait to get out. I wanted to run and scream to Dion. But Mr. Aryan is holding me back.

"Don't separate yourself from me! I'm responsible for you to your husband" remembers Mr. Aryan.

I obeyed his orders. I just got out when he was ready to come out. Following behind him who was looking for a way, I dabbled in search of Dion's Existence. Niente. My eyes can't find it. I continued to follow Mr. Aryan who occasionally asked the people he met. Ask the owner of the building that is burning. Many times he got disappointing answers, but did not also discourage the intention to continue looking for answers.

My eyes found a man sitting under a palm tree. The posture and the clothes she wears are the same. Long pants and black jacket. Yeah .. I'm sure it's Dion.

"Sir, over there!" I call on Mr. Aryan who I leave immediately. Walked quickly towards where the figure I was looking for had found. Forgetting that I'm no longer breathing for myself. Until my hand was pulled by Mr. Aryan who reminded me.

"Don't run!"

I let a little step. Keep the cute baby candidates who are in the process in there to keep their security and comfort.

"Mas" called me as I stood not far from the man sitting in silence.