About the Heart

Where to Stay? In Heart?

The evening sky breathed out a cool breeze. The warmth of the sun gives shade from the heat of the afternoon that has gone slowly. In the apartment garden, we enjoyed the cheerful laughter of a child playing. Imagine if only the little boy was our big baby.

"Mas, this park is very child-friendly," I chanted while enjoying a plate of siomay both.

"For the sake of the child's momong here, huh?" seduce Dion while feeding me a slice of egg without its yellow part.

"It's like we can only imagine, Mas. Shouldn't we move out of here soon?" ask me without showing a look of sadness.

"Where are you moving to?"

"To your heart" my next god.

"Why not my heart, okay?" between a voice that can certainly guess who he is, Mr. Aryan. Who else if not he is the occupant of this apartment who is familiar with us.

Without a doubt he joined in and tasted the siomay that we were eating. As if he did not feel disgusted, he plucked siomay until we finally ate a plate of three. Like a real brother eating together.

"Your heart has no inhabitants, sir. I don't have neighbors later" I said ignoring her feelings that might hurt.

"Eat him, inhabit dong!" reply lightly again plucking a piece of bitter melon.

"He's my heart dweller, don't play any games!" timpal Dion while feeding me a slice of siomay.

"You know what? Hate the same love is beti, you know. Keep hanging, not-don't be a soul mate," I continued while taking the last slice on the plate.

The two of them looked at each other hearing my bad words. Dion strongly rejected my statement, evident from his unwelcome expression. While Mr. Aryan remained relaxed, completely unfazed. Makes me upset because I can never make a single man angry. It seems, emotions are a forbidden thing in the dictionary of his life. No longer bad, but haram.

"Sir, it looks like we can't move tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, if we wait for the weekend, how?" ask me to recall my conversation with Dion earlier about moving house.

"When did I say you had to move?" timpal Mr. Aryan with questions as well.

"We know the rules" Dion said.

"There are no rules so in the family," said Mr. Aryan while receiving another plate of siomay from brother siomay who just delivered.

"The day of the week we moved," said Dion. We haven't discussed it yet. Let alone the time when, where we will move was still a mystery.

I clasped my forehead asking for an explanation. But Dion just acted very calm as if he did not say anything that made me fall curious. The more I sharpened my vision, the more Dion gave me a smile. Tired of looking for answers through gestures, I chose to make a sound.

"Mas, you got a new place? The cosy? A contract? Tenement house? The apartment? Housing? A PMI?" my story non-stop.

"Stay there! If you move the apartment I sell to someone else" threatened Mr. Aryan to violate the agreement we agreed to this morning.

Yes ... Dion didn't take the deal between him and Mr. Aryan for granted. They agreed if the apartment Dion would buy again if he had money back later. Deal without black on white. Based on the trust that finally used Pak Aryan as a weapon to threaten.

Did Dion put his trust wrong? No. gabe. He just didn't make the right decision. Mr. Aryan won't let us be far apart. He moved here for sure as well to erode the distance. So, he would never let us leave him alone. I know that man is lonely and needs friends. And we are the friends he has. We may not be the only ones, but we are the closest friends.

Our family is the number two family to him. As a sibling-less child with single parents preoccupied with a lot of work, it was certain that he spent a lot of time alone. Moreover, his status without a partner, wasn't it very pitiful?

"I don't think you're cheating" Dion said, of course the word didn't come out of his heart.

"Why would I move here if you finally left yourself?" said Mr. Aryan who makes my heart trembled.

I followed Dion's arm slowly. Give him a code to no longer argue. Mr. Aryan's words are no longer a joke. There is sadness involved. I caught the intent behind that sentence. He didn't want to be left alone this time.

Dion understood, he moved closer to Mr. Aryan and patted him on the shoulder slowly. Leaving me both under the pretext of paying Siomay when he wanted me to comfort his friend. Putting aside the jealousy that sometimes comes, he lets me talk alone with his camouflage rival.

"Bang," call me as we speak seriously. The call will be back to Sir when we joke.

"The gate has been so good to us. Me and Mas Dion love my brother. However, if we have to occupy the apartment we have sold, Mas Dion will lose his pride, Bang. Don't you know how high my husband's prestige and self-esteem is? I have to be devoted to him but also can't leave Brother. So, let me persuade Mas Dion. And I'm asking, you don't let us stay free."

Mr. Aryan looked at me for a moment without batting an eye. The smile that had been hiding slowly began to reveal itself. His hand slowly rattled the top of my head without hesitation. I'm actually worried if Dion sees. Afraid that his jealousy will return. Destroying the trust that Dion has given me and my efforts to persuade Mr. Aryan.

"You are the family I have. Put aside my bad feelings for me, like I put aside all the feelings in my heart. With you, that's all I want. Let me be brother and prepare to be called uncle by your children."

I gently rubbed his arm. "We're family, brother is the eldest brother we love."

I saw that smile rise perfectly. Happy to see him back like Mr. Aryan who always offers laughter. Never to be sad about the solitude I believe it must be stifling. How clever he was at hiding the loneliness, surely when he was alone, the desire to have it came over.

"Bang, ask for the siomay again!" my door broke the mood.

Mr. Aryan chose a cabbage that has been cut into several parts. Chocolated on the seasoning and ready to feed me. Suddenly another helping hand took over the spoon and brought it closer to my lips.

"Eat, Honey. Only the mouthful of your husband can conjure this siomay up to have an amazingly delicious taste," Dion said with a smile.

I was just shaking with my jealous husband's behavior. I accepted his mouthful while glancing at the other man behind him. He smiles too. If this is how happy I am perfect. My husband has returned as well as my brother's front apartment. Competition in the sense that can choose the right time.

This man beside me has the same kindness. I am lucky to be among them. Despite their different status, they still love me sincerely. If only I could divide, I would ask God to give them happiness.