About the Heart

Selfish or Jealous?

An hour before midnight, the three of us were still together. Dion is still busy with apartment sales while Mr. Aryan and I are loyal friends. The television that lights up every now and then I watch it even though the mind is not reaching for it. The flat object in my hand fell several times because I fell asleep.

"Sa, just sleep there! Let me here accompany your husband" suggested Mr. Aryan as he slept on the sofa.

"Hm," I murmured but remained motionless.

Instead of moving I lay myself on the carpet. Snuggled. Eyes that are attacked by drowsiness are no longer strong to be detained. Do not move to the room, just stand up is not strong anymore.

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I woke up at three in the morning. Dion is still in front of his laptop, Mr. Aryan is still awake. I watched them with my pillow face. With an occasional yawn, I straightened my hair and stood up.

"Honey, where are you going?" dion asked leaving his gaze for a moment from the monitor.

"I'm a laper, Mas."

"What do you want to eat?" dion asked as he followed me into the kitchen.

"What a hell, Mas. The important thing is to be full" I replied as I opened the refrigerator.

"Do you want me to make bread?"

"There's no rice, Mas?" my question was then answered there by Dion after opening the rice cooker.

"I'm making fried rice, aren't I?" chirped Mr. Aryan who was suddenly in the kitchen.

"By pleasure," I timped with glee.

Dion is back with his laptop. Kutemani while lying nearby. While Mr. Aryan was alone in the kitchen, he declared himself a chef. The fragrant bushes that began to smell made me leave Dion and approach Mr. Aryan.

"His son is really, like," I said while peeking at Mr. Aryan's cooking.

"Who was the chef?" said Mr. Aryan bragging.

"The aroma has not guaranteed the taste," I sneered as it passed.

Ten minutes later, three plates of nasgor were on the front desk of the television. I rushed without waiting for them both. Kunyahan for the sake of kunyahan very spoiled my tongue.

"Mmmmm, delicious!" I continued to chew.

"Taste and smell are similar, right?" said Mr. Aryan proved my mockery earlier.

"Yes, the fried rice looks tempting champion flavor. Honey, the owner is a lot of god but there is no champion," I asked jokingly so that the atmosphere is not quiet.

"Winners perform later," timpal relaxed Pak Aryan.

"Review, lately afraid to miss!" reply telak.

Mr. Aryan made a gesture with his eyes. Asking me to look at Dion who was silent. Right, my husband was just focusing on swallowing his food without saying a word welcoming our jokes. Without hesitation I immediately approached and asked for his attention.

"Okay" I asked as I opened my mouth to be bribed.

Dion, who was daydreaming, was unaware of my powerful attitude. His eyes see but his mind wanders. Not wanting to give up I held his hand that was ready to feed a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth. I sabotage, finally the mouthful slid into my mouth. When Dion woke up, I gave a smile. A gentle swipe on the head he rubs next.

"I'm asking you for a bribe, honey. Why are you even apologizing?" ask me while explaining.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to get the lack of money" Dion said, wiping the top of my head and carrying it in his arms.

"Mas, don't hurt yourself. If you can't, get help from someone else. I will not change my view of you, you remain my independent and responsible Dion. The best husband I love the most."

Dion tightened his embrace. I also put myself more and more in the warmth of the embrace he gave. Mutually silent. Only the depth of feeling speaks that we will strengthen each other. Chime in love to always be together even though sorrow comes when happiness just said hello.

"Can I buy this apartment?" chirped Mr. Aryan.

"No! I didn't sell it to you," insisted Dion without a second thought.

"Why?" timpal relaxed Mr. Aryan, as usual.

The one is insistent, the one is ngeyel. That's Dion and Mr. Aryan right now. Already knew Dion did not want to be helped but still made an offer. It will be in vain, there is only a waste of free energy. And I feel that this debate will be longer than usual.

"Because you're the mode," Dion honestly without further ado.

"I'm sincere" said Mr. Aryan without feeling jealous.

"You bought this apartment because of Rosa" Dion said.

Mr. Aryan let out a breath of air. "My sisters, is it wrong that I help?"

Sister, the brotherly relationship that was established due to a rapture is not a descendant, can it be trusted because of sincerity? Especially if there is a feeling that used to reside in the name of hidden love. Despite trying to exterminate jealousy but when the situation is unfriendly, everything that is deposited can re-ignite the fire.

"I'll find another buyer" insisted Dion could not give up his own stance.

I shook my head when Mr. Aryan would return to reply to Dion's words. If this continues, I don't think it's a way out, but another problem that opens up. "Mas, don't be angry. Mr. Aryan just wants to help."

"If there are no buyers in 3 hours, then like it or not, this apartment will be bought" said Mr. Aryan as he immediately stepped away, returning to his apartment.

I held Dion's hand. "You have to be independent but keep yourself safe so as not to hurt yourself. You can be selfish as long as no one wants to make you laugh and cry. Honey, humbling yourself doesn't mean you're humbling yourself."

Dion didn't reply to my words at all. I know his heart is raging. His mind is undergoing a debate between maintaining a stance or relaxing thoughts. He returned to struggling with the thing that he had been looking at earlier.

"Three hours," I remembered as I left him, too.

Let Dion alone be without a friend and also without me as a halal lover who is now doing the curse. Dion must feel no friend he'll be alone. He must also know that without me, the life he is going to is just pseudo.

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When the matter lands, the savior is only a prayer to the Most Gracious. I met the Khaliq, called on His name, praised Him, begged Him so that a way out was immediately laid.

It turned out that when I lowered my two hands, I saw Dion raising both hands, and commending him. I was overwhelmed, tears streaming down. My man handed the problem-solving over to the problem-giver. Not grumbling and cursing but ablution and prayer.

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Back in threes, like deja vu last night but this is the morning. Three hours later. Face with different expression. Mr. Aryan remained with a calm face, Dion was flat face and I was tense with my heart pounding. What will happen after this? Will there be a heated debate? Or are there hearts that give up on each other?