About the Heart

Keeping the Throne of Love

The phone that doesn't stop ringing is a very meaningful support for us especially for me. Loss is a scourge that leaves a great deal of trauma for anyone. No one is ready to be left behind. No exception to the focus of life.

However, ready or not still have to accept with chest spaciousness. Falling does not mean making a slump but struggling is a step that must be taken. There is no point in continuing to grumble without any step forward. Life will not stop when your lips are always dying. A short break to be friends with fatigue. Then again welcome the real world, looking for rupiah to pay off debt that is still fierce.

"Mas" called me softly to Dion who was still faithful with his sleep even though two hours had passed since he chose to go to sleep.

Dion didn't budge even though I knew he heard my voice. Maybe he does not want to open his eyes, because when awake must see me with a face full of anxiety. The man always didn't want to make others anxious.

"I'm hungry, Mom. Accompany me to eat," I said to lure him out of the dream world that I believe he either visited or not.

Sandiwaraku as if supported by the stomach as a supporting role. When I said I was hungry, I heard singing from him to be given a ration. I forgot to eat until I felt hunger.

Dion, who was still motionless from his position despite merely answering yes, made me sigh. The pressure that was pressing on him was so great that my complaints that usually received attention from him now no longer made him aware.

I stroked her cheeks gently. I wanted to cheer him up, strengthen him, support him but I didn't know how. My fishing did not make him eat the bait I prepared. Then in what other way can I help forget for a moment the burden that holds him?

"Mas, hungry," again I whined in front of his sleep.

I put my head on his chest. Hope the spoiled attitude I made can make him open his eyes immediately. Some time I went through without a word still in the same position. Until I was attacked by drowsiness. A touch on my hair slowly made my consciousness return. I opened my eyes and found him awake. A small smile came from his lips. I miss that. It had been a few days that the charm that came out of those lips had faded.

"She was hungry but why did she sleep?" he said very softly.

Here's Dion. My angel-hearted lover is beginning to return. Can put aside the pain when I ask to be pampered. As it turns out, the burden could not completely decimate my existence. He still cares even though the heart is being squeezed, the search for solutions is not over.

"Pengen Mas bribe," I said spoiled.

I don't know why that phrase came up. Instead of reducing the burden, I made it add to the list of thoughts. Maybe it's just a disguised way to strengthen. He still has a wife to take care of. Not only selfish but also realistic.

Life is not alone. As a husband, he had a wife and a baby. The decision that he could still take while still single, cannot be equated when he has a longer tail.

"Honey, we don't have a car" Dion said with a look that made me sad.

"I ate rice Mas not a car," I answered deliberately making him joke.

Dion rubbed my hair again. "We can't get in the car if we want to eat out."

"Smooth use motor night-night nyari angkringan, like exclaim 'tuh, Mas. You wanna take me, right?" I said to get her to shift the focus that I'm not the princess who has to ride four wheels every time I get out of the house.

"Let's get cold if it rains."

I looked at Dion's eyes with great feeling. "And you're my warmest blanket.

"You can be black if you always roast the sun."

"When I go black, will you blacklist me from your heart?" investigate while acting to form the lips into the letter U.

"Do you think your husband's a samsat officer in charge of bleaching and blacklisting someone's name, honey?"

"You're always in my heart, baby. Even if I lose all my possessions, I will keep you as my most precious treasure. If I stay quiet for a few days, it doesn't mean I'm setting you aside. But I'm keeping your throne in my heart."

"Mas, losing treasure can I let go. But if I have to lose you, I don't think I can. We can still go even without luxury vehicles, savings depleting sustenance we can still kais. There are no you by my side, I will be a lifeless body."

A kiss touched my forehead. "I'm here, there to love you forever."

"Mas, hungry," as damaging to the romantic atmosphere and full of days.

Dion pinched my nose excitedly. "Eat me, yeah!" the god I gave him a pinch on the arm.

"I want to be bribed, Mom. Not to feed the hungry lion," I began to shuffle from the fall on his chest.

Dion pulled on my waist as the rudimentary position shifted from his body. I fell right in front of him. My face is a few inches from his face. So our breaths clashed with each other to show the throne who was more powerful. Suddenly Dion kissed me, fleeting but able to make my blood rustle violently. Missing caresses is probably what happened during this time.

"I can also feed you with this, too" he said, giving a gentle swipe at my lips with his thumb.

The cup!

"I can also bribe you with this, dear," I replied by copying the sentence he had just said.

"How much more does it take to make you full, honey?" the god that makes me horrified will continue the next action.

"I want to eat rice, Mas" I'm the one he immediately gave me a bribe.

"That rice, the bribe is like this, dear."

Dion touched his lips slowly. Gently opened the gap on the slit of my lips. A little play with tongue movement and then explore. Tracing each side creates a sensation of taste that arouses turmoil. Passion that shows symptoms immediately treated immediately. Luma*an full of enjoyment he indulges. Until the rice mouthful can free me from hunger but make the heart pounding.

"What else do you eat, honey?"

Lips locked.

"You want to use sausage with mayonise? Or jam sandwich?"

I turned my face away from her gaze. The grin he smiled at was a sign that something was hunting there. Choosing to avoid or fall deeper. That's a choice.

"Mas, come!" take me spoiled which is misinterpreted as the yes answer to the desire in him.

"Where do you want to be? Inhere? In bed? Or in the Bathtub?"

I straightened up and pulled him to stand up. Slowly he left the lying position and sat right in front of me. Immediately I pulled out his hand "You're at the dinner table."

"Absolutely mainstream, dear?"

"Hm,"

"I like it, new style."

"Eating from the past also sits at the dining table, dear. A spoon in the hand to take the rice and side dishes, and then feed it to the mouth. New style like what do you mean?" I said with a smile.