About the Heart

Dion React

Being overwhelmed by resentment, I finally decided to leave Dion in the kitchen. Looking for food as an outlet. Open the fridge and change some drawers but nothing can tempt my appetite. My eyes lit up when I found a pack of instant noodles stranded in the highest drawer.

These little feet I forced to tiptoe. But baby, I can't get it. Without knowing the word surrender, I still try to take it. Feeling no less resourceful, I took a chair and immediately stood on it. My smile was sharpest when a few more easily processed foods would be in my hands.

But my hope was over when a helping hand pushed the packet backwards. He held my body and prepared to lower it. I gave you a piss of piss. Not as bad as he was carrying me and not immediately taken down.

"Pregnant mothers can't eat instant noodles, dear."

"Letter, me!"

As hard as I could, I tried to escape from his grip. Ignoring my strength that must have lost big, but I still eager to be free from the evaporation. Although in the end I could only budge, remaining sweet in his lap.

"What do you want to eat? Let me masakin. From now on, you can't just eat, honey."

Raga who gave up, not in the direction of the soft taste. A heart still overcome with resentment and plus restraint makes an angry more powerful than a respectful attitude to a beloved husband. "I want to eat you."

"Here, eat me!" dion's orders while stretching out his arms opened his arms.

I watched the handsome man who was supporting me in this embrace. Rotate the maximum body to the right until you can see it perfectly. "Who's calling?" Why so long."

"Women."

"Name?"

"Isn't."

"Isna's brother?" Lord Krishna's second wife? Is he like his twin brother too? To be a second wife. Sorry, I'm not Miss Kartika! There was not the slightest gap that the second woman could enter," I said in one breath.

"Tell this, don't you dare call you again!" my command with emphasis on every word I say.

"Or I'll crash it! Ohya, don't even think about wishing me, honey. I can leave you!" my cerocos is non-stop.

Suddenly my lips could no longer turn the word to lecture him. Dion silenced me with his lips. A sweet kiss he gave suddenly. "You're so chatty, honey," he said after releasing the link of our lips.

"I'm jealous" I'm turning my body back to its original position.

It's like deja vu. Those two words came out of Dion's mouth and now I repeat them. Hearing that, my husband smiled and instead clasped me tightly in an embrace. Pasting her chin on my right shoulder at the back. Warm his breath was blowing, providing a soothing warmth.

"Hide me as much as you can, dear."

Again, such a sentence repeats itself. Not from me but out of his mouth. My smile was etched when I discovered this sweet reality. How could we possibly have the same vocabulary? Is that soul mate this beautiful?

"Isni, who?" investigate again because I have not received an answer to the female biodata that makes me curious.

"You don't know, honey."

"Makanya tell, let me know," I asked as I stared at him sharply.

Dion pinched my nose. "You don't have to know her, just know me."

"For me, the most important woman is you. So, no need to worry about all the women around me. As long as I don't get scared and framed, you're safe, honey."

I hit Dion's thigh with extra power. The beginning reconciles but the last sentence actually makes a huff. My husband always had a way of bringing the atmosphere to life. It is natural to be with him that no day passes without the word happy. He always had a way to build a story.

"So you're deliberately caliphate, honey! Don't worry about you making me two and then you try on another woman."

My threat was met with a flick in the forehead. "You don't get weird, honey! It's real later."

"No apology for the betrayal!"

Yes ... faithful is the main thing that must be upheld in a relationship related to feelings. To me, the word unfaithful is the same as breaking a bond. Every heart just wants to be the only one in the heart of its partner. There is no sharing because the pain will slice if it happens.

"It never crossed my mind to betray you, dear."

Hearing Dion's confession, I felt skinned. Groping myself, that faithfulness that was given before me asked to remind me of past events. Where I was struck by excitement about the taste I wanted to keep. Between the man who has now officially become my husband and someone who is now somehow in his condition.

At that time, not only the feelings I had but my lips had been stained by a wild touch that was not supposed to be. I'm shy. He can sincerely accept me even though I have betrayed him. It was not a fatal betrayal but it was also not a loyalty to be proud of. And Dion received it with a big heart. Not wanting to bring it up let alone make it rise.

I looked down, feeling powerless to look at him. "Sorry, Mom."

Dion lifted my chin. Until the look I hid was forced to find his eye bead. His hand cupped my cheek gently. "You are my loyal woman."

"This, remains mine. And it's still in my name." Show Dion on my lips and then put his hand on my chest.

"While it used to be a little divided, I will now prove that its sole owner is Dion Wijaya, the rightful husband you love."

"What's wrong with my words?" dion asked as he lifted my chin which I had bowed down.

"I'm the one who's been wrong, for wishing you, Mom."

"Don't always bring up the past story, honey. Now we're going to open a new chapter of our lives. Starting from zero. Our feelings grow together. It's just me and you, loving each other."

I hugged Dion's body tightly. "Mas, I've sown the seed of love in your name. And now the tree has grown shady, supplying oxygen for my breathing. To be my refuge when the sun crazes because of the heat. Being a place to look when the beautiful night presents the moon and thousands of stars. You are my love, my. I love you."

Dion kissed my hair. His hand rubbed my back gently. "I love you so much too, baby. Love is growing and not decreasing. A love that can make me rise when things come crashing down. Love becomes strength when the weak come to attack. The love of Rosa that brought Dion to life in happiness."

I looked gently at his gentle bead that was full of tenderness. Combing inland, finding a love that is incredibly great. He was so absorbed in the love he spread that I fell in love over and over again. Bigger, bigger and bigger.

"But, Isni?"

"I'll tell you at the right time!"

"Now, my mother!"

"Later."

"Now!"

"Hm."

"Mas!"

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