About the Heart

Knee Motor

Stretching through the morning streets crowded by the hustle and bustle of passing vehicles, Dion and I shook hands to part the crowd. My tightly coiled arms around his stomach are a romanticism that will not be obtained when spoiled comfortably a four-wheeled vehicle. This is wisdom, behind the loss there is an addition of intimacy.

In fact, when life demands to fight harder, that's where love is brought closer to one another. Then if happiness comes and the person who accompanies you fight throw away, then you are really cruel. He who is there when you are nothing, he is unconditional love.

Sometimes, however, there are betrayed hearts. Putting aside faithful love accompanies with a pleasant charm in the eyes. It's not fair, but it's temptation. When treasure and throne reign, women are deceits that lead to the snare of treachery.

"Mas, exclaims also yes motoran like this? So inget first you always follow me riding a motorcycle while still in school," I said began to tell stories in memory.

"It wasn't me, kali. The time a Dion was chasing? Pursued by dong," elak Dion with a seductive smile.

"You're the only one chasing me, that crazy. Another guy, I said Papa was fierce to shrivel, was you the more I saturate even more deketin," explained me while floating the memory in a time that has long passed.

"Masa, anyway? How come I don't want to, huh?" elak Dion second time.

I put a little pinch on her thigh that was covered in those dark gray pants. Feeling anxious because Dion always rejects his past memories. Win because it has got my heart and then he slammed the defeat he had received for rejection without pause.

"It hurts, Yang. You if you're anxious pinch it not now. Not on time," said Dion who actually fishing stranded pinch for the second time.

"Liar then! Just so you know, there used to be my SD friend who bled because I pinched. You want that?" sebal say.

"Well, you pinch, is he?" look at Dion curious about the stories of my childhood bars.

"He's a mulu godain, anyway. Yeah, I pinch. Same, like you're 'this, '" I replied while displaying a smile.

Dion turned his head for a moment. Curious about the facial expression I was showing. Smiled for a moment and rubbed my beautifully coiled arms on her stomach. "Surely that guy has a crush, you."

"Perhaps, he's the cutest guy in my class" I replied lightly.

"Who is he? Do I know him? You've never told me about this," I asked Dion in curiosity.

"Doni," I said to a name that would surely shock him.

"Doni as I was in Junior High?" guess Dion correctly because he knew that me and the man just mentioned were the students from Kindergarten.

Dion's question I replied with a murmur. I think Dion will be shocked by the reality he just heard. But I was actually wrong. He remained calm, far from the usual attacks of jealousy.

"I know he has a crush on you."

Now I'm the one who's changing the question. Like I never told you about Doni, Dion never even talked about the story labeled the man's name. Especially with regard to feelings.

"Know where?"

Dion looked back at me for a moment. A smile that really makes you fall in love. Sweetness beats honey. Healthy is also a guarantee.

"I'm a man, honey. Of course I know how my neighbor bergagat when in love. Without telling a story, I can capture the secret of Doni's heart that always talks about your kindness."

I countered by tightening my arm circles. Leaning his head on his back. Feel the comfort that makes gratitude. Happy to be always by his side. Accompany when his likes and sorrows. Together, unite the heart and inflame the spirit to fight without getting tired.

"You mean to ignore them because you feel like winning can stay beside me even though I never look at it?"

"I won one step from them. And now I'm the winner."

"All right, Mr. Winner. Congratulations, yes!"

Joking along the way, it did not feel like we had reached the front of the office. I got off the seat and stood next to the bike. Take off the helmet hook and hand it to him.

"I don't think you can open it, I keep helping. Our eyes look at each other as in the scene of an ftv you fall in love with me" Dion teased after receiving the helmet I gave him.

"My love isn't that bad, honey," I kissed her hand.

"Well done, honey. Forgive your husband. It should be while pregnant, you rest at home not working," said Dion while holding my right fingers.

"I'm not at work, but I'm channeling hobbies, honey," I said lightly so that Dion wouldn't get drowned in grief.

I understood the sentence easily. Dion is experiencing inner upheaval. The world is upside down, contrary to his conscience. For him, the man works and the woman at home takes care of her family. But the opposite is now I know very disturbing his mind. Therefore, Dion had to be joked around. For the focus to shift, not on the word unemployment but to take a career back, creating opportunities.

"Dion rubbed the top of my head while smiling. "Come in!"

I let go of his grip. Reminds you to be careful in driving and immediately turn your body into the lobby area.

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"Anggen, early in the morning it was the smell of sweat, nih," Tya replied as she covered her nose.

The Trio Somplak member who was making some distance from me was standing behind Anggen's chair when I came. I tried how ordinary, but he replied with a ridicule sentence that was very unpleasant to hear. I breathed a rough breath so as not to be provoked to reply.

I covered my ears from Tya's innuendo. Serving it would just waste my energy for free. I'd better focus on the job that's been neglected lately. Unfortunately, my residence did not also silence Tya to no longer continue her harsh sentences.

"You don't know, young lady is abdicating."

The person being spoken to did not respond at all. I understand if he's in a difficult position. He didn't want to be biased, so he chose to be quiet. Meanwhile, Tya continued to babble. The longer, his speech grew deafening. The anger that I had put away from my heart, was getting closer and now made my mind burst.

I can no longer hold back. I left my desk with my laptop. Changing places, maybe that's the best way to avoid a fight. Take a step towards the pantry. Say hello to Bang Kotan, a friend who might be able to make my work spirit back on fire.

"Bang, make a warm sweet tea, yes!" I asked for a moment after sitting down.

"Sir Rosa, long time no here. I'm kangen, huh?" cananda Bang Kotan started to mix my tea.

"The story of a playboy" I chirped at every move he made.

"Sir Rosa embarrassed me."

The pantry door slowly opened, someone entered with a smile on his lips. Walk towards me and sit on the opposite seat. I watched and answered with the same thing. We were silent to each other. Waiting for who will speak first.