About the Heart

Getting Weird

"What?"

"1 Billion?"

"That much?"

That clever thing he threw rough. Dion sat himself in bed and restored his hair, dampening the emotions.

Aarrgghh!

Shouts of fatigue relief he listened to. To discourage the calm and promise we made last night. Passed the problem this time stoically. I rubbed his back without saying. The large nominal that he just mentioned I'm sure definitely refers to the amount of funds that are still lacking to cover any burden that must be paid.

"The day after?"

"Can't you ask for time?"

"It's too mopped."

Aarrgghh!

The object must again feel the dings of the owner. The bed saved his life for the second time. If only he could talk, he would beg to be released. The bad news that continues to be delivered, making it the scapegoat to blame.

"Mas, be patient" I said as gently as possible to quell his mounting anger.

"You know, Yang. The day after tomorrow I have to pay the fine of 1 billion for yesterday's penalty. All company reserves are used. Where did I get that kind of money in such a quick time?

Shit!

"Sell what we have, ma'am. My car I never wear, we sell it," my proposal was immediately rejected Dion.

"I won't touch your treasure."

"Mas, we're married. Mine is yours too."

"No, Yang. That car is your birthday gift."

"Where are we going to get the money?" search me to dive into his mind. If my car had been rejected, I'm sure he wouldn't have received help from anyone else either.

Dion took a long breath. Not just once but repeatedly. Get up from his seat and walk back and forth. Stopped for a while, standing with a ruffled waist, he seemed to get a brilliant idea. "We use our savings and sell the car. I think that'll be enough."

"Are you sure you're going to sell your car?"

Dion looked at me seriously. "Are you not ready for us without a car? I forgot that your life as the daughter of the Atmadja family never lived less" said Dion who was able to make my guts shriek. Just this time I saw Dion in a rage he couldn't control.

I'm down-looking. Avoid arguing with him who cannot be invited to communicate two ways. I want to answer the sentence but as hard as I can hold it. This Dion who was in front of me was not a man who was usually gentle and wise.

"Certainly so?" kulik Dion lifted my chin.

"It's not so, Mom. I sincerely sell anything as long as everything paid off," I assured Dion that I was not the daughter of the spoiled descendants of Atmadja.

As I began to see Dion's anger subside a bit upon hearing my explanation, the smart thing returned a call. Without thinking long, the picture of the green phone was immediately shifted. Ready to listen back to what news will spoil his ears.

"Aulia?"

"Bad!" it was Dion's next curse that made me more and more stifled with curiosity.

Dion immediately walked out of the room still with the phone in his ear. I followed him quietly and I saw him grabbing the car keys on the desk by the television. Looking towards me and pamit ala perfunya. His promise to return immediately I nodded and chimed in the sentence to be careful. I followed my husband until he disappeared behind the elevator door.

I'm riveted. Standing rigidly on the apartment door some time. Until the moment I turn around a voice shocks me. I'll turn my body back in a minute. And found a man I knew very well standing right at the door of his apartment leaning and putting both hands in his pants pocket.

"See what?" ask him while looking in the direction I was heading, elevator.

"Mas Dion, hurry up and leave," I explained briefly.

"Is there any more trouble?" Mr. Aryan moved from his position and approached towards me.

"Hm,"

"May I hear it?"

Step out of the apartment hallway and into the Alexandrite park, which is a place to play and exercise apartment residents. Mr. Aryan followed me from behind. I chose this place because I felt uncomfortable talking together in a closed room.

A garden table with four long chairs on each side I chose to be a place to exchange stories. Mr. Aryan chose to sit opposite me. Keep a distance from the slander of those who seek profit. At first we were silent. He waited for me to tell him while I still set my heart to start sharing.

"We're guilty of paying all the charges, sir. The day after we had to prepare 1 billion, while the property we had lived an apartment, a car, a motorbike butut and savings," I said honestly.

"Can I help?" bargain Mr. Aryan with great care.

Shoving head. "Looks not. My car was rejected by Dion. Let alone your help, he would definitely not want to," I explained with confidence.

"If you do not want to accept the help of others, do you choose to be swept away alone? What's the point of having friends?" cerca Mr. Aryan remained in a calm manner.

Kuhela breathed in agitation. I honestly don't understand why Dion is this selfish. Yesterday he had refused a helping hand from the Vijaya family, this time he rejected my proposal which incidentally is his wife.

"Dion wants to stand on his own feet. Don't want to be indebted." I explained to Mr. Aryan.

My man is a real man. Not only in his love but also in his work. Although he comes from an established family, but not necessarily make him lazy and rely on parents. He is more proud to be successful with his hard work. Everything achieved is the result of his hard work, that is the grip of his life.

"But now he is not alone. There's you and your future son. His selfishness must be removed, does he want you to live in distress?" said Mr. Aryan with the correct sentence.

"I can skimp. As long as we are always together, believe us if we will still be happy even though our treasures are not excessive. You don't have to worry," I'm sure with a small smile.

"I'm sure Dion will always try to make you happy. You must always be united in joy and sorrow" advised Mr. Aryan with sincerity.

Someone else could see how Dion loved me so much. Especially if I feel? Every second is always spoiled with attention, sweetness of words and warm treatment. So it's only natural that I'm very confident in continuing to support him, whatever his decision may be.

"Then, why did he leave in such a hurry?" asked Mr. Aryan who returned to remind me of the anxiety that was forgotten.

My mind went back to guerrilla searching for memories of the incident before he immediately left me alone. "She mentioned the name of her partner setting up the company in shock. After that cuss and go," I explained as I continued to remember so that no incident was missed.

"It looks like Dion was betrayed by his partner" said Mr. Aryan very confident in his analysis.

A betrayal?