About the Heart

Tragic Night

The man I called his name looked up. He gasped as soon as he saw me in front of him. But his surprise was slightly lessened when he saw that there was Mr. Aryan standing behind me. My man immediately stood up and hugged me warmly. I don't know what the hug was for but I immediately returned it. Is it because of my presence that he doesn't think about or to strengthen himself.

"Why are you here, honey? Didn't I ask you to wait," Dion probed after releasing a hug.

"I can't stop thinking about you, Mom. My heart just doesn't calm down" I explained as I checked his facial features.

Dion's messed-up face I didn't find. He can smile in front of me. What an expression beyond expectation. Whether this is a sincere smile or just a way to make me throw away my misgivings, but I am grateful that he did not fall down. At least at this time he could still think clearly and was able to stand firmly supporting his fragile soul.

He wiped my hair and then grabbed my shoulders. "Don't worry, honey! Look if I'm okay, all right."

"Thank you for bringing Rosa here" Dion told Mr. Aryan, who was still faithfully standing near us.

Mr. Aryan replied with a smile. "Don't think, you guys my sister should've done this. How did it start?"

"According to security the fire came from the archive room. The fire grew rapidly. Witnesses said there was a smell of fuel. But I don't want to talk much. Let it be taken care of by the authorities. Apart from human intervention, this is a disaster" said Dion sage.

Still Dion can be this wise. Though clearly, his office was already consumed by the fire that did not stop blazing. This place is his money field. If it's now been destroyed by the red man, then what about his future?

"Patience, if you need help do not hesitate to contact me," said Mr. Aryan while patting Dion's shoulder gently.

"Hm, thank you," Dion replied with a smile.

"Thank you, Sir. Always a hassle" I said while bowing respectfully to him.

"Once again you say thank you, I will break the fraternity rope," threatened Mr. Aryan while turning his body away from us. Seeing the state of the building that has begun to decrease the fire.

I guess he left us both on purpose. The man can always guess what is on the minds of those around him. He is sensitive and sometimes too sensitive. Defeat the psychic in reading the intentions of his interlocutors.

"Mas, are you really okay, all right?" search confirmed.

"You're afraid I'm shaken because of this? No, Honey. I'm afraid that this disaster will affect your pregnancy" Dion said, embracing me again.

I'm just smiling. In conditions like this, seeing him can smile is already delicious. The threat of losing a job is the scourge of the most frightening. The crutch of the cost of living is taken away, how can the mind not get lost?

Dion's freshness, whether it's genuine or just to keep me from grieving at least shows his mind can still be mastered. We sat waiting, watching how the building was now reduced to rubble. Is there anything left?

The sad feeling that remained in our hearts.

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Dion PoV's

Like a green leaf that had to fall down, that is how I was supposed to be. A growing business, suddenly attacked by fraud and ended in a fire. After all, everything I started from zero is now back to being empty. There's no more DR art I'm proud of.

Aarrgghh!

Oh God, should I grumble? Can I be angry with you? It's heavy, O God, too heavy. I am too weak if You give me the temptation of a loss. The ordeal? Would I be able to grow my head if this was your way of testing my faith? But I realize that I too often ignore your orders. Is this a warning of my negligence?

Losing DR art as the backbone of income, my body feels melunglai because of loss of spine. Instantly I was like an invertebrate animal, soft and and and losing strength. How should my life continue?

Should I start from zero, again? Pioneering?

I'm pouring rough my tired breath. Is it not easy to get up again? But if I fall down and give up, then getting up is the hardest thing. Why do I happen when I am happy. Is happiness not eternal?

My wife? My son-in-law? If I am bound in adversity, then how do they face the day? It's my responsibility. Anything I have to carry. As difficult as the path I have to take, I have to keep pedaling. Leave the fragility and stay up!

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"Mas, sleep! It's four o'clock, it's dawn soon. Close your eyes for a while, "I woke up and found Dion still awake.

"You, go to sleep again" she replied, stroking my hair softly.

"Mas" I called him.

"Come with a smile, baby. I'm not that sad," asked Dion who actually made me melt the crystal clear.

My tears fell before him. "Mas," called me again as she slid into his arms.

Dion kissed the hair on the top of my head. "Honey, I'm falling, can't make you happy like you used to. Do you still want to laugh with me?"

"Let me cry in your arms, and my laughter will remain with you."

"How do I make you laugh? If I just lose everything I have," Dion said with a faint glance.

Just this time I saw Dion lose confidence. The usual smile was perfect, this time no more. He's not like himself. I see, he's being overwhelmed by a deep bitterness. His job, his pride, his dignity as a man were being dropped to the ground floor.

"Am I not your precious possession? Can't I be the source of your laughter? Do you think I will only laugh with yours who has now returned to the Giver? No, Honey. What makes me laugh when I'm around you is not because of the treasure you have, but because of you, my Dion."

"I prepared for success for you, Yang. But when I have to make you happy, I lose. How am I supposed to fulfill my promise to you?" said Dion by holding back tears that were about to fall.

"The promise I remember from a man named Dion was always there when I needed him. I need you, your attention, your love, your love, your love, my husband, the Papa of my children, I love you not your treasure, dear," I chanted in ever-increasing tears.

Dion no longer said to deny my words. He just hugged me tightly and kissed me many times the top of my hair. Tears were breaking nonstop, flowing harmoniously on both my cheeks and cheeks. We were drowning in mixed feelings. Convincing if this love is not because of treasure but indeed a sense that is born perfectly in the hearts of two people of Adam and Eve descent.