About the Heart
Twice Fold
In this cold room, we were talking three. Between me, Dion and Mr. Aryan were looking at the story of what turned us around overnight. The incidental fire is under investigation by the police.
"All the demands relating to money, are they over?" ask Mr. Aryan to make sure.
"Already, after I let my car switch ownership," Dion honestly tried to smile even though we could still feel the bitterness behind it.
"You can use my car" bargained Mr. Aryan to offer kindness.
"Thank you, my wife doesn't care if we only have a motorbike butut" said Dion, who I guarantee with a smile.
"All right," said Mr. Aryan after kukode not to riffle this time.
Yes ... Dion is not the type who likes to use borrowed goods. He is proud of what he has. No matter the prestige.
"Then, what are you going to do after this?" search Mr. Aryan find out what steps Dion will take next.
The sensitive question I was avoiding, just escaped from the mouth of the man with that calm personality. I glanced at Dion, hoping that there would be no change of face there. My fear is that he is burdened again. Only in spite of the burden of debt and now faced with the fact that he is an unemployed person who must immediately find a job.
"I can work anything. As a free lancer for example," Dion replied with a calmness that was not inferior to Mr. Aryan.
Nodding the head welcomes that answer belongs not only to Mr. Aryan but also to me. I don't think I should worry about him too much. He is an unyielding man in dealing with all problems.
I hugged my husband without shame. "I'm proud of you, honey."
"I'll do anything to make you happy. That is my promise" Dion said, kissing my forehead.
Dion's phone suddenly rang just then, breaking the novelty into curiosity. Thinking for a moment before lifting him up, he seemed to be struck by a worry. Me and Mr. Aryan just looked at each other. Wondering what else, could there be bad news?
Dion rubbed his face rough as soon as the phone died. His eyes bowed and he let it fall on the sofa. I approached and rubbed his back slowly. From what I see, I can conclude that there is another strange problem. Dion hasn't spoken yet. Me and Mr. Aryan looked at each other again. Confused to ask first or waiting for him to tell a story.
"What's wrong?" that question finally came out of Mr. Aryan's mouth.
A second, five seconds and ten seconds passed without any answer.
"Mas" called me because I was worried about her situation.
Dion changed his position. He shook his back and head and closed his eyes. As if he was mastering the turmoil of the mind that was playing in his brain. A moment later, he looked at both of us. Sighs deeply and releases them long.
"Not 1 billion but 2 billion."
Mr. Aryan frowned. "Can't you?"
"Initially 2 billion was split in two, me and Aulia. Not to mention, the brengs*k is the culprit of all this. I'm all that's bearing."
Aarrgghh!
I'll get you a glass of water and give it to Dion. "Drink first, Mom! You need to calm down," comfort me while rubbing his back.
"Darling, how do we let go of our apartment?" pinta Dion suddenly after a long silence.
"Selling an apartment takes time, Mas. How about we ask Mama or Mommy for help? We'll give it back when our apartment is sold, "my suggestion was immediately rejected by Dion.
"No! I don't want to cover debt with debt, Yang."
Being stubborn at inappropriate times. I started to get emotional. Given a solution instead choose dizziness itself. Yesterday can rely on yourself but when the time is getting squeezed is not there is no harm in relying on relatives or even friends.
"Then, what are you going to do?" search Mr. Aryan calmly.
"Darling, the apartment we're selling, huh?"
"Mas, I don't mind you selling the apartment. But who will buy it so soon?" I try to try my hardest to suppress my emotions.
"Nobody knows if it hasn't been tried" Dion said confidently.
My husband is so sure, optimistic. I should have supported. I don't know why I'm a pessimist. My mind was filled with uncertainty. Even though Dion has proven to be able to get money without debt, even though he had to sell vehicles.
Dion started to get busy with his laptop and smartphone.
I can only watch without saying much. Want to help offer also do not have friends son of the sultan who can buy overnight. Suddenly I remembered a name. It crossed my mind to offer it to him.
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Mr. Aryan PoV
Sitting three with a husband and wife who were in trouble, made me learn a lot. I can be calm in all circumstances because I have never faced a situation like theirs. Financial problems are the most vulnerable factor that will make the family fall apart. But that doesn't apply to Dion and Rosa.
Young age is not a guarantee of a childish mind and immaturity. I saw it myself from the figure before me, Dion Wijaya. In his age which is still a quarter of a century, his independence and mindset is extraordinary. When people are racing to become debt slaves, he is very anti with this one usury system.
Very responsible husband. Making me feel no remorse, the woman I love fell on the right man. She was made queen without a concubine in her kingdom of love. The perfect king.
That loyal wife, if I may ask for sure I want to have her. But when I arrive late, then all I can do is not seize but keep in ring two. Letting her be happy in her destiny while I am happy with my destiny without her. Seeing her smile I smiled. Seeing her fragile I couldn't touch just trying to help paddling from afar. Stretching my hands without being too obvious if I give you help.
I noticed a persistent man who spread fishing with the bait of the residence. His self-esteem is so high. I won't drop it with free help. I'll see how far he's trying.
The woman did not escape my sight. Love so real, radiated from his eyes and the touch of his hand. Provide support without needing to rotate a lot of words. He understood that the husband needed no explanation but that he was by his side. That's their romantic.
God turns out my happiness is when I see this couple happy. Always take care of their love even though love and sorrow come bertubi and alternately. Hopefully the problem is not a guide to parting but rather more tightly binding.
