About the Heart

Becoming more

The office hours have passed fifteen minutes. I'm still struggling with the monitor on. Dion picked her up a little late, so I had to wait for her a little longer. I spent my time waiting for him by continuing my work. There are also many office friends who have not returned home. Unlike Anggen who came home at exactly five o'clock, Tya just came out of Pak Aryan's room.

Whether to talk about work or not, but the look on his face increasingly shows his dislike for me. I deliberately didn't see just a little glance. I'm tired of having to drain my heart to hear Tya's words becoming more and more. Unfortunately, when I dodged but he stopped by my desk.

"A really good paper, anyway! At home protected husband, in the office ask for the protection of the boss. A wife like aa, that?" said Tya fierce.

I didn't reply. Don't talk, don't look at him. Not brave but I just want to refrain from fighting. Even though my heart was heating up and didn't know when it would boil, now all I wanted was to be patient. I don't like to fight.

After Tya's departure, I took a rough breath. Choosing to divert the gaze from the lighted screen, I chose to tend my back. I don't know why this problem is getting so complicated. Is that who I am?

Thoughts floated in the early days I knew how Tya felt towards Mr. Aryan. Although I got to know Tya after she put the flavor, but I remember always trying to bring them closer together. Is that what Tya hates? I became a matchmaker, but ultimately I grabbed the attention. Isn't that a curse in a combating dictionary? Being an intermediary but in the end it becomes the person in between, love grows in the wrong heart.

However, I do not love Mr. Aryan. We are close but only fraternal. It was already established long ago, long before Tya, I and Pak Aryan knew each other. So, where's my mistake?

"Not picked up?" mr. Aryan's voice made me allow my eyes to see.

"Yes, Mas Dion again met his friend earlier. He said late to pick me up."

"Should I call him if he says you're coming home with me?" I asked him, answering with a slit.

Mr. Aryan then went to the Anggen table and pulled his chair. Shift behind me and stay there. To maintain the courtesy I usually ignore, I turned my chair to face him.

"Work, aja! I wait until your husband comes" explained Mr. Aryan with a smile.

I turned my chair back as he ordered. Continue the work that I wanted to finish. Focus until you forget that there is someone standing guard. "Sir, don't you go home again?" ask me to break the silence.

"Why? Wanna come?" chirp Mr. Aryan while putting the smart thing he had been playing with, into his shirt pocket.

"Gak ah, ntar is considered a potential ghost," my dream carelessly.

"That's a lot, anyway. Papa's people are also 'already familiar," replied Mr. Aryan was about to stretch his hand to scramble the top of my head but immediately I took off.

I put my index finger right and left right in front of her eyes. Not allowing anything he would do. My eyes are on some people who are still standby at their desks. "You want to make Tya misunderstand me?"

"So I talked to him."

Right my guess, Mr. Aryan just reminded Tya. That's why he took his frustration back. "Looks free. Out of the Father's room, he still put out the words spicy, even more spicy."

Mr. Aryan frowned. I thought for a moment and asked him to get off the table. "We'll wait for your husband in the lobby!"

Mr. Aryan's direction to leave the room immediately I agree. There's no way we're talking about someone where that person is in one room. Yes ... I didn't go home yet while we were chatting. He must be getting worse. Repeatedly warned I remained immune and unconscious.

I caught up with Mr. Aryan when all the work was done. Looking at her for a while before leaving the room, our gazes tied together. Why is it so fitting that he is looking at me too? This gaze was finally like a sharp flash of hostility.

I immediately drew my vision and walked away from it. Tracing around the floor with a feeling that is very difficult to remove. I felt pain, seen like this my heart ached. Friends who usually joke together, now divorced because of heart problems.

"Yes, Mas. All right then, spirit yes!" I replied when Dion suddenly called and apologized for not being able to pick me up.

"Come, come home with me!" take Mr. Aryan as if he knew what Dion had just said.

I frowned, looking at him sharply. He looked at the words that came out of his mouth. Confused because he knew I was coming home with him. She's a psychic, has a spy or does she tap my phone?

"Your husband called me earlier. Asking my whereabouts, whether still in the office or have returned," explained Mr. Aryan clearly.

"All right, let's go home!" take me ahead of him to leave the office to the parking lot where his car is.

"How was your pregnancy?" asked Mr. Aryan as we started to get stuck in traffic.

"The body is jealous of Mas Dion, sir."

"Good dong. It seems you are contagious your husband's lips," said Mr. Aryan while carving his sweet smile.

"Hm, I love her more and more" I'm a little shy.

"It should be so, don't falter anymore. Dion is the best man for you."

Right, no one understands me like Dion. I was a planner, never made it change and decided to give up. My filthiness in the pleasure of turmoil never once made it fierce. He was always wise and softened to face me who was still not fully tamed.

"I am happy to be surrounded by good people and to have the best husband" I thank God for so much.

"Because you are also a good woman" said Mr. Aryan judging.

"And you're also a good man, thank you for being the best brother for us, sir."

Mr. Aryan rubbed the top of my head. "You and Dion are my sisters, although my existence is not at all important to your life, but your happiness is the most important thing in an Aryan. I'm sorry that Tya disturbed the peace of your life. Moreover, you are pregnant, should this kind of problem should not interfere with your mind. He doesn't seem like a deterrent, I'll act if he's already too outrageous."

"Who said the presence of a Mr. Aryan was not important to Rosa at all, hm? My father is my best brother. Tell me what his name is? Don't know what if Rosa was raging, hulk just bent his knees," I grumbled with a cruel face.

The palm of Aryan's left hand rubbed my face slowly. "Serem knows it's like that."

"Recover, belittle your presence, brother."

"Try the same Tya, just!" mr. Aryan's orders while glancing mischievously.

I took off Mr. Aryan's hand which he still put in front of my face. "Yes your business, I'm afraid of being slapped online."

"That means I'm willing to do it?"

"I guess if you're not stuck but dipelet," chirped me with a big laugh.

Again Mr. Aryan rubbed my face gently. I'm still upset I keep teasing. As for me, the more he's upset the more happy I am. Can forget the hunk that was entrenched with colot. His hands that did not also move from before me, finally made me attacked by drowsiness. Many times yawned and it just made her hand she close to my face. Either to cover my gaping mouth or avoid the smell that will spread.

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"Have you arrived?" ask me when I open my eyes and recognize where we are, the basement of the apartment.

"Hm."

I immediately tidied up my clothes and hair that was messy because of sleep. Take off the seatbelt and grab my briefcase. "Thank you, sir."

Before he walked, I left him who was still in the car. After traveling for a long time, I finally arrived at the apartment door. Get in and lay down on the bed. I don't think my sleep is enough. The sleepiness is still attacking and I want to be satisfied.

Without feeling I returned to dive into the dream realm.

I don't know how much time I've spent resting my body, which is clear, when I wake up, I hear faintly the voice of the person speaking. From his voice I recognize that it belongs to Dion and the others I haven't confirmed to whom. I've got hearing, remembering who the owner is.

Rather than guessing, I chose to greet them. Still haven't changed my work clothes, I came out after washing my face and brushing my teeth. I look at the clock, to see who's having a night like this.

My eyes sparkled, as I saw who was near Dion. Immediately I approached while opening both hands and calling out dear.