About the Heart

The Burden You're Burdening

A betrayal?

Betraying and cheating? Sudden irregularities or has it been a long time but just sniffed? It's something weird. The performance of companies that are in the uphill graph, look at it instantly. Especially if it's not a veiled crime of people sitting behind a desk.

The business world is cruel. Unlike the world of politics, in business there will be no real friends. There is an opponent in the competition who sometimes camouflage into a friend. There are no eternal friends, such is the sadistic rivalry.

"Is Aulia a woman?" investigate Mr. Aryan to find the motive of the crime that is the background of fraud in Dion's company.

"Aulia Putra Handika, man," I explained plainly.

Mr. Aryan folded both his hands on his chest. "Motif romance, cross mark. Hm .. or does he love you?"

"I didn't know him very well, only met him a few times. I know she already has a boyfriend. I'm not as I was, the amorous motives passed," I'm sure.

"Economy?"

"I don't know much about him. All I know is he's the same age Mas Dion keeps making business together."

"Dad? A liverache? Revenge?" mr. Aryan said spelling out factors that might be the cause of the betrayal.

Unfortunately, I don't know how close they are outside of work. Dion did not like to share detailed stories about his business partner. For him, work is his world outside the home that will not be taken home excessively. So he also just introduced me to his colleagues. Just names and general stories of some kind of status. But there will be no more in-depth story because Dion is not a hobby of ghibah and review the lives of others.

"Your husband, tuh!" mr. Aryan said as he pointed to a man who had just passed through the park and walked into our apartment tower.

"I'll stay first!" I said as I hurried after Dion with a step that I accelerated a little more than usual.

It feels like running in order to cut the distance that is getting wider. If I hadn't remembered my situation, I would have done it. I finally gave up when he disappeared behind the elevator door. Normalize the pace and let him get there first.

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My steps stopped when I found Dion laying on the sofa. One of his hands he made a pillow, while the other he put it on his forehead with his eyes closed. His face looks tired. Keeping heavy loads increasingly strange.

I bent my legs to the side of the sofa. I touched her cheeks gently. Seeing it like this, my feelings raged. He wanted to do more but he refused. Helping just by being by his side, was that enough?

"Mas" I called him.

"Let me sleep for a while" Dion replied with her eyes still closed.

I rubbed his cheek again. "Sleep, Mom," I said just before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

I looked at that tired face for a moment. Trying to understand the exhaustion of the body that is suffering from it. Problems that come bertubi, I do not deny make him depressed. The happiness that has just been felt is now being overwritten by severe distress. Indeed life will not be separated from problems, but if it comes a long time it must also be difficult.

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"Sa, how's Dion doing?" first ask Sharika's mother as soon as I pick up the phone.

"Your husband is so stubborn. All the help from the family was denied. Then how's the effort? How much less?"

"I haven't asked you again, Ma'am. He just got home. Being asleep does not want to be disturbed," I honestly save the bitterness.

"That kid, he always doesn't want to depend. Prefer to be self-conscious rather than indebted. Though we are a family, it is still considered troublesome" muttered Sharika.

That's how my husband is. Family education and the journey of life forging his life have always been independent. Relying on his own abilities was his way of fighting all along. Either to get me or build his business that has now been taken from his grasp.

"If there's anything, tell me, Sa! My phone ignored him earlier. That's why I called you," Sharika said.

"Yes, Mommy."

I exhaled with great depth. Breathe in with your eyes closed and let it out with complete relief. Just getting up, my phone rings again. Mommy, that's the caller waiting for my phone to pick up. I guess I'll get the same question again.

"Darling, are you okay?" asked Mami who asked me, not Dion who was being wracked.

"Alhamdulillah, Mi. Rosa's fine, all right. But ...," replied me who was initially convinced I finally decided not to continue.

"Your husband, right? Leave it! He was like that. Mami and Papi have given a way out but she is still curious to finish by herself. The important thing is that you support him, that's his strength" Mami's advice makes me a little relieved by Dion's circumstances.

"Mi, is Mas Dion going to be okay, all right? Rosa is worried."

"He'll be fine as long as you're with him. His habit of living alone since Junior High made his independence acute, dear. Just relax!" comfort Mami calmed the unrest that lingered in my heart and mind.

Apparently I don't understand Dion completely. Too many of its unique properties are still stored. Not a bad thing but it is an unyielding attitude in the face of life that is not easy. This very special husband, fortunately I did not miss his presence. God is so good because he gave me a chance to be happy.

Call Mami I thought the last phone would call me. But it turns out there is Mas Rendra who also diverted the call to me.Bukannya asked Dion, just like Mami, but he actually mentioned another name. If Mami is worried about me then her cousin is looking for Mr. Aryan.

"Mas Ren, didn't ask me?" my grunts were not at all present in his sentence.

"As long as you're Dion, you're safe. When Dion is shaken but Aryan is there, you must be safe too" said Mas Rendra.

"How could you think that?"

"Because those two men are your bodyguards," Mas Rendra replied with a laugh.

The bodyguard? Ah ... stop!

I admit that Dion and Mr. Aryan are good men who both want to see me happy. Of course in different status frames though it may be with the same depth of flavor.

Mas Rendra's phone slightly muffled the restless who continued to reign. Perhaps the mind should be stretched, raised and lowered. Problems will not be solved if we just think about them without finding a solution. Laughter occasionally is also important so that the mind is not trapped in excessive pressure.

Believe me, if the problem can't possibly come by itself. Like adam and Eve, he was also created in pairs. Maybe now it is being separated but later it will definitely be met. In view, it is as if we are being tested with a problem, when in fact the problem is getting an exam. He was separated from his soulmate named the way out. We have to be patient as to the patience of the problem of finding a solution. Because our lives are full of stories. Saling wang sinawang, as the Javanese proverb says.