About the Heart

Rosa in Action

I am struggling with the mind. Looking for a way to be able to mediate the problem of where we will choose after this. Move according to Dion's wishes or stay as the request of Mr. Aryan. Actually I've had the decision to leave it sweet to Dion so he can accept.

"Mas" I said softly to Dion who was laying his head on my lap.

While putting his right hand into the jar taking a snack, Dion muttered to answer my call. His eyes remained focused on his smart screen. Reply to some chats from the family asking her how she is.

"So where do we live?" ask me with doubt.

"Where are you, honey?"

I cheered at the question behind Dion. Feeds eaten. It's time to pull out of his stance and put in the target bucket. But it must be remembered not to be jerked but stretched slowly. After a close is drawn strong. Don't force her to be straight because she'll break up. And hope remains regret.

"We've got a lot of memories here, huh, honey?" I launched an attack early.

"Hm,"

"I still remember a time when you couldn't help yourself, stealing this," I pointed to her lips, reminding her that the first time we touched each other was that sensitive, springy bend.

Dion momentarily took his eyes off the object in his hand, watching my index finger rubbing his lips. Unexpectedly he opened his lips slightly and as fast as lightning bit my finger. My startled screeches made her comment on a slanted smile. A moment later he returned his gaze to his beloved object.

"Kok, bitten, anyway?" my grunts while blowing a finger that felt a little pain.

"Didn't I bite you then?" chirp Dion with a smile.

I looked at Dion with a stern look. Puckers of lips form the letter U. Take the jar that had been mastered earlier and draw a snack. Put it in your mouth and chew arrogantly. Wreaks out the frustration while rearranging the heart. I can't get angry. Don't let me lose and give up.

Given the initial purpose of teasing him, try to nail himself back. I who fish do not let me who is entangled by the spread of the net that he spread, I exhale while closing my eyes. Disperse resentment to change into a smile as sincere as heart.

"Do you want to bite me back, Yang?" ambiguous say. He wants to take revenge and seduce her. Soaring the wishful thinking, herding in a snare and hypnotizing to comply.

"No ah," Dion replied beyond my expectations.

Tumben once this man was not tempted. Usually, he will be seduced easily. But this time, it was as if he had erected a high wall as a fortress. Strong defense from the snares I made.

"You dong, honey. I give you a bonus," I said with a smile to melt his heart.

"Kok maksa, anyway. People don't want to either" Dion said, taking back the jars.

"People are forced to feel good. Out there are many tablets that want me to force," chirped me lightly deliberately make his emotions soar.

"You mean, behind the front apartment door?" timpal Dion was targeting the name of someone who was the reason I seduced Dion this time.

"Maybe."

I deliberately chose that word to make Dion feel jealous. I realized that if his heart was calm without anxiety and pressure then that was the hardest time to hurt him. His kindness is at the highest level and wisdom is pervasive without being attacked from all different sides.

"Therefore, you are now seducing me to stay here?" dion said with a grinning smile.

Caught wet. No, but sniffed. Ah, isn't that the same. The point is Dion can read the gelagat I made. He was able to guess that his wife was betraying his decision and lost to pull over with the wishes of another man.

"That's one of them" I replied casually as well.

Dion's question made my watered-down brain spew fresh ideas. I slowly stretched my back until my face slashed the distance with his face. Dion seemed to gasp but tried to remain calm. Reverberating with the previous activity and ignoring my position that was really close on it.

Feeling neglected, I prepared for a craze. Slowly but surely, the more I put my lips to hers. Take a short breath and then take a quick peek. When I wanted to let go of the link, Dion pulled my nape and deepened the touch.

The lips that I had originally just pinned were now pampered with lum*tan. Repeated stinging until the initially whack drought is now wet and increasingly igniting passion. The game on the chewy object slowly opens the veil to continue guerrilla. Roll up your tongue in beautiful movements. Gently twisting presents a turmoil that wants to continue to be reciprocated.

I was lulled, floated by the welcome of tenderness that Dion gave me. As I was soaring, Dion suddenly let go of the link. Smiling smirk and pinched my nose in an agitation.

"You want to cheat, huh, honey? Trapped me to clear your brother's order, hm?" sindir Dion.

Dion woke up from the fall. Pulls me into his arms. "Why should I obey him?"

"Isn't living with family fun?" The words of provocation began to come out. Hoping for Dion's heart to soften and agreeing to stay in this apartment.

"If you want to stay with your family, shouldn't we stay at Mama's?" bargain Dion follows the line of thought I narrowed.

"I didn't refuse, honey. But it is not independent. Most delicious as it is now, living alone but neighborly with brother," I continued to seduce.

"It's a pity that you are with your brother, that is," said Dion without looking at my face.

Be very calm but the questions are sharp. There was a hint of jealousy tucked into the sentence he said. Although impressed lightly, there must be a deep message. Delivered hiddenly, leaving a blatant impression.

"Do not brothers have to love each other? I love him but I love you" I said, wrapping my arm around his waist. I leaned my head against the chest of his field.

Dion rattled the top of my head. "I'm jealous."

"Just be jealous of me more and more, dear."

"Of course, the more I love you, the more my jealousy will go crazy" Dion said with an expression that gave me horrified goosebumps.

"Don't, Honey! I'm afraid you'll be crazy about me excessively. Like this, just."

The ringing of the phone interrupted our conversation, causing Dion to let go of his hand that was draped over my shoulder. Grabbing the smart thing that he just put on the table. Slide the picture of the phone in green and stick it in the ear.

Clarity about the caller's biodata I don't know for sure. No name makes it all the more unknown to me. Dion seemed to take it seriously. I'm getting curious. The trauma yesterday returned. Worrying if what came was shocking news.

The long duration of the call kept me listening. Although the truth is there's nothing I can steal to hear. His voice was soft and Dion's answer was just a small word that could not be collected into interconnected sentences.

Inevitably, I faithfully waited until the call reached its end. But until ten minutes of time passed, there were no signs yet of it going into call history. I wait until I woo.

Five minutes of time tolerance I gave was still insufficient. I became restless. Who and what are they talking about? Can only pray to be kept away from unpleasant news.

I attached my ear to Dion's ear that was sticking spoiled to his smart thing. There are no results either. Their conversation seemed to use a secret code that could not be captured by the outer ear.

Grunts rest on my heart. Not curious anymore, but it has turned into frustration.

The huft!

Who her?