About the Heart

Giving Up Does Not Mean Losing

"Sold already?" the first question that escaped Pak Aryan's lips.

With his hands folded in front of his chest and legs crossed and his back propped up, Mr. Aryan tried to scrape the fruits of Dion's thought.

The man he was following the question only let out a deep breath. "Not yet."

"Then?" look at Mr. Aryan next.

Dion lowered his gaze. I believe his heart is at war. Between giving up or clinging to his position. After a long sigh he let go, he straightened his head. Looking at me for a while and then linking a look at the man before her.

"How many offers do you give?" asked Dion very heavily. It was as if there was a huge monument in the name of the establishment that he had collapsed unwillingly.

"How much are you offering?" reply calm Mr. Aryan.

"Appreciate the market of this apartment, you know better."

"Say and let me pay you quickly! Don't you need it right away?"

Start heating. The words spoken in this flat tone, I know are actually full of embers. Dion with the stance that he set aside and also Mr. Aryan held back the wrath of his interlocutor's naughtiness. While I'm preparing to divorce if the fight happens.

"We need 1 billion more" as to the firmness they maintain.

"I'm paying 1.1 billion."

"What's the 100 million for?" look at Dion full of jealousy.

"For my nephew," replied Mr. Aryan remained with an unchanging calm.

"My son is my responsibility, why did you give him 100 million?" obviously Dion won't lose the argument.

"It was a gift for making me an uncle" Mr. Aryan did not want to budge.

I rolled my eyes. Tired of dealing with the behavior of children who are actually adults. If you look at it this way then their wisdom has been erased already. What exists is an attitude of childishness because a stance that is not willing to be overthrown.

"Pay 1 Billion, Sir! If the price is below that, then we will take the rest," said I mediate.

"Pay at market price, I don't want to have debt."

I approached Dion and tried to have a discussion with him. "Mas, there's only three hours left. Not including the time you have to spend to travel and the buying and selling process. If you keep chuckling, then the time is narrower."

Mr. Aryan was lured with an offer. Narrowing the choice so that immediately struck and no longer left bland. "How's it?"

With an eye gesture, I asked Dion to immediately agree to this sale and purchase. Humiliate the ego so that all is finished soon. Dion breathed a heavy breath. I understand this is a decision he doesn't want to make. But he had to say so that the problem did not increase.

"I agree you bought my apartment but still at the market price. Don't exaggerate out of pity!" dion was determined by his decision.

"I'll still buy it 1.1 billion."

"I'm selling an apartment not pity."

"I bought an apartment, too."

"Your intentions are out of pity."

Again, the real debate can be avoided. Offers that are rewarded with a nominal on it, are rejected outright. Sillier. Who bid silly because it was given cheap instead ask expensive. The one who gave the price was also ridiculous, because it was valued more expensive even he was angry. Sell the real freak in front of me.

"Huek ...," suddenly my mouth was not conditioned. Nausea that doesn't attack I'm forced to come. The show, yes I was acting like my stomach was uncomfortable and wanted to vomit. Artificial morning sickness.

"Are you okay, honey/Sa?" Dion and Mr. Aryan are compactly worried about me. Yes, my cunning brain to reconcile them revealed the result.

I smiled at her side. Like an antagonist who managed to fool the protagonist.

"My son is angry you guys are fighting, can you get along for a minute?" i'm faking.

I know you're smart, but when you deal with me, it's all my fault. The impossible things you will make commonplace. I cheered, seeing their debate instantly stop.

"Darling, Papa and Uncle don't fight. We were just a little kidding. Don't be angry, will you? Poor Mama will be in pain" Dion advised by rubbing my flat stomach as if her future son had heard everything she said.

In my heart I want to laugh. But I paled because I remembered being theatrical. For the sake of living the role, I occasionally act as if nausea strikes again. Dion again spoke softly, persuading his son to remain calm.

When my eyes accidentally met the sight of Mr. Aryan, he seemed to know my good sense. He smiled as he brandished his mother and I replied with a smile as well. This time I passed the casting.

"Papa do not ngeyel, accept the decision uncle with sincerity," I said as if voicing the contents of his son's heart, welcoming the chat he had just started.

I feel good about myself, having to indulge that is not my style makes the nausea come real. No longer a charade but true. The more in my role, the more Dion persuaded his son.

The imposition of the decision made me smile, that Dion not only loved me but his son.

His son? Didn't we tell the doctor about my pregnancy? Am I really pregnant with a cute baby candidate? Are my tests accurate a while ago?

Hopefully yes, I was given the confidence to feel two-bodied. So that my husband's happiness is not just pseudo. In the slump at least there is something that can make him continue the spirit to fight. I'm sorry your wife lied to you, honey.

"But, Honey? Why did your nausea suddenly disappear? Is our son really this smart? Or is this just a game of your intelligence?" dion plays logic again.

"Our son is certainly smart, Mas. Look at your wife! Have you forgotten a statement that says if you want to have a smart son then look for a smart mother-to-be. Your choice is right, I'm the smart mother, so it's only natural that our son shows his intelligence as early as possible."

Dion digested my long sentence. My face immediately he looked carefully. I'm a little anxious but I'm still trying to be calm. I smile to cover up the tension. Dion knows me very well, he knows when I play when I'm real.

"I love you, you and our son. But I reject your lies" said Dion, kissing my forehead.

Failed, I got snatched. All I can do is surrender. Smiling bitterly. It turns out that I was too holy to be a true liar even if it was for good purposes.

"Pay now at the price and I'll meet by emptying my money in savings!" firmly Dion who was responded to by Mr. Aryan.

It changes the position of the foot that is used as a focus. "If you reject the nominal I propose then I resign from this sale."

Dion approached Mr. Aryan and pulled the collar of his shirt. Emotions have mastered it. "You don't play me! Otherwise, I wouldn't want this apartment to fall into your hands either."

Mr. Aryan flinching. Absolutely not hooked and just brushed off. "Sell buy it must like equally. If I don't like it, then I can undo it.

"Shit!" the swearing I almost never heard slid off Dion's lips, this time smooth out.

I'm getting worried about seeing this. I got up from my seat and approached them. I rubbed Dion's back to make her calm down a bit. Being in a tight condition does make it difficult. Chaotic thoughts and emotions easily peak.

Get him to sit down and give him a glass of water. "Mas, control yourself. Right now all that can help us is Mr. Aryan. Trust me if he's sincere, not modus."

"He bought more than we offer. Thats odd. Where is such an economic law?"

"I told you this was a gift for my nephew, not for you."

"I know you want to help, but that's not the way it is" Dion chuckles at Mr. Aryan's kindness.

Dion's decision is not negotiable. It did not falter at all even though we had already spent a lot of time arguing. The only way is to persuade the co-star. Maybe Mr. Aryan will be more easily conquered.

"Sir," called me with a pleading gaze.

The expression I got was a slug. I closed my eyes. Looks like this time the one tested was not Dion but me. The two men who usually always gave up that time were stiff. Both insist on their decision.

Surrender. I chose to sit on the sofa. Prepare to watch the next show. What's gonna happen? Will there be a deal? Or do you keep arguing until the time comes?

"Cube time is five minutes! If you disagree then I will leave here," threatened Mr. Aryan without showing a high tone.

This one man's calmness was indeed a god level. I've never met a man with such emotional maturity. Has the Young Master's soul already forged it to this extent?

Time is going very slow. A filling silence, goes hand in hand with the given time limit. The three of us were silent to each other. I'm waiting for a decision on what will come out of a Dion who has high self-esteem.

Three minutes passed without any sign of someone about to speak. Mr. Aryan started struggling with his smartphone. Receiving a call from someone without moving. It seems like it was intentional. Acting as if he were being time-hunted for Dion to agree immediately.

"Well, if you refuse my offer. See you in jail!" chirp Mr. Aryan cruelly.

"I'll get money from someone else."

"Once I go, there will be no offer back" said Mr. Aryan, rising from his seat and approaching me. He bent one of his knees and sat down in front of me. "Darling, the uncle will come back to take care of you and your Mama if your Papa prefers to play with bars. Ignoring you're funny and your beautiful mama."

Kupelototti Pak Aryan's. He intentionally caused trouble. Increasingly muddy water that is not clear anymore. But calmly he smiled. I gasped as he staggered a bit at the pull on his back jersey. Dion stood up and dragged him.

"Here's your money, don't expect to bother my daughter let alone my wife!"

Mr. Aryan instead of grimacing in pain, he was even glancing spoiled. Yes .. I know. He's a good actor. Her acting managed to provoke emotions and make the word agree out of my husband's mouth. Big Applause's!

"One for you and one for you."

Mr. Aryan handed two checks with different nominal. 1 Billion to Dion and 100 million to me.

"Aren't I a fair brother?" said Mr. Aryan while patting Dion on the shoulder.

The beautiful curved smile is a flush from the heart of the owner who is also so beautiful.

"Sir Aryan, thank you."