About the Heart

No 'Can Switch

"Hi, Honey!" call me softly while kissing her adorable puffed cheeks.

Dion who saw me, smiled. The happiness that I radiated after meeting this cute little creature, made him happy. Time that separates until we long without each other, breaking the longing to grow and dusty.

"Tante, it smells acem!" chirped Dion insinuating me after realizing I had not taken a bath.

"Acemnya pretty aunt, anyway, om Dion also collectible," my god while continuing to invite Arrki to talk while glancing spoiled at Dion who stood not far from me.

"Sarika's sister, you want to stay here, right?" ask me after remembering that it's too late if they're going home with a tiny baby.

"We just stopped by, Sa. I just want to see this high-prestigious sister" Sharika said as she embraced her younger brother.

"What's 'an, anyway, Mommy?" elak Dion while releasing the embrace on his shoulder.

"So where are you going to live after this?" search Ms Sharika.

I chose to play with Arrki, letting Dion do the talking. At the same time want to know what the answer is. Stay cool with the stance or falter and obey me. Unexpectedly, Dion approached and hugged my waist.

"My beloved wife wants to be here, Ma'am."

I got it on Dion. The answer using my name has a double meaning. Among them are sincere to obey my wants because of excessive love or fear I am angry.

"What does that mean you want us to keep moving, Mom?" shoot me directly at the target.

"If you want to fight not in front of Arrki, yes!" remember Sister Sharika firmly.

"Live with us, aja," bargained Mas Dito approved by Mbak Sharika.

"Nginep was okay last night, but if I stay I don't want to."

I can guess. Dion would never want to trouble anyone else. Let alone now when we have a family, first when he was in college, preferring to live alone. Independence is what makes him have toughness in dealing with all problems.

"Then follow Rosa's will, only! I think this is the best place for you guys."

"Tuh, Honey. Sharika's mom supported me," I said feeling victorious because I had one support.

"I can't, '" Dion told me with his feelings.

"We're renting, Mas. Not staying for free," I was hoping that Dion would soon melt his mind.

"Despite renting, my heart remains uncomfortable."

Sister Sharika took over from my hand from Arrki when she smelled the difference of opinion between me and Dion will have a long tail. She then handed her cute baby to her husband and spoke to us again. Will act as a referee, which I cannot predict will be fair or biased. Although he defended me earlier, but considering he knew very well the nature of his sister, then his decision was still a puzzle.

"Your husband why don't you want to stay here, Sa? The prestige?" look for Ma'am Sharika to ask me not directly to Dion.

"Maybe he's afraid I'm getting dependent on Mr. Aryan, Ma'am," I was right on target.

"It's still jealous of him as well as your brother. Mas Aryan has everything, handsome, kind and sincere to love."

Apparently, Sister Sharika deliberately teased her favorite sister. Dion will be angry if he is considered incapable, especially when compared to others including Mr. Aryan in terms of feelings for me. Let's see if this time his brother's strategy works.

"May he be handsome, but I am the winner. If it's kind, I admit. But if the matter of sincere love, it's only I who have."

"If you feel you have become a winner, do not worry about losing competitiveness. Your roses have established your heart now is the time to show your sincerity by staying here. Wouldn't if you had enough savings later, you would buy this apartment again? Are you willing as long as you live in a move, this apartment is empty or inhabited by others? Think of it!"

"Isn't that so, Mommy? I just ...," Dion pauses for the sentence.

"Prestigious? Throw that!" cerocos Mbak Sharika without filtering his sentences, sharp and raining.

I turn myself into a listener of their debates. My heart cheered as it felt above the clouds with the support of my sister-in-law. But it also felt bad to see Dion being attacked repeatedly by his own biological brother. I'm sure he'll give up in a minute. Not because he was conscious but he was lazy to have to constantly argue.

Dion took a long breath. A moment later, he scooped his rough face. He is not a man who likes to argue with a woman. Let alone his respected elder brother, with me he would definitely succumb in the end. Waiting for the time when it happened.

"Yes, we stay here. Later I will negotiate with Aryan the payment issue. I'm satisfied, aren't you?" dion said as he got up from his seat and left.

The decision to settle here, will lower some level of toughness, according to him. But for me, staying here the level of wisdom will be even higher. Like yesterday when he decided to sell the apartment to Mr. Aryan, it was heavy but it was the best.

I'll follow where Dion's going. The room was the place this time. With his body blown away on the bed, he closed his eyes perfectly. Even my presence doesn't bother him at all. I approached him and chose to sit on the side of the bed closest to him. Slowly rubbing his arm. "Pbuh, if you're not sincere, we'll move!"

That phrase just escaped my mouth. Seeing him lethargic made me unable to bear to be happy on his wounds. The pain of failing to maintain a prestige seemed to be his failure as a man.

"Mas, I'm sorry to force you. Wake up! Why do you agree that your heart is in doubt. Rather than seeing you like this, we better leave. I choose here also not because I want to always be close to Mr. Aryan. This apartment has a lot of stories. About your struggles and all our stories. I want to keep that."

"Are you feeling jealous of Mr. Aryan? I thought my husband was the most handsome, so I dropped the choice. No man has fought for me as madly as the man I chose until now I have been infatuated with him. So, is it still appropriate for a handsome husband who makes me fall in love this feeling lost position? Afraid competing?"

"Darling, you are my choice. I'll spend my time going through the day with you. Not only to laugh together, but also ready to tighten hands to fight together. We rise to get through difficult times. No need to waste time on jealousy. Throw away prestige and we are happy. Me and you! And prospective baby," I said while holding his hand.

I felt Dion's hand begin to return my grasp. Spreading warmth in return to the strands of words I spoke. Slowly my body pulled him and fell in an embrace. Still with his eyes closed, he rubbed my back. The hair on the top of my head was kissed many times.

"Darling, I know your heart. I just want to be the best, but I forget that what you need is not the perfect guy. But the man who is always there when you need his presence. And now, I feel like that man is not me. The moment I had disappeared and Aryan came with help, I was afraid you would ..," Dion paused his sentence. Sighing heavily and increasingly tightening hugs.

"I'm going to turn away?" ask me to continue the sentence that is not perfect.

Without waiting for Dion to say it, I went back to saying long words. "How many times do I have to say, Mom. Mr. Aryan is a brother, not a darling. I loved him as a brother, so I tried to match him with many women. Because of the rejection he did, Tya now hates me. In the office he always says things that make me depressed. I'm confused, why is everyone misinterpreting my closeness to Mr. Aryan? I just want you to believe in my heart, that's all."

Suddenly tears escaped the corner of my eye. These two different problems ended up getting tied up and got my feelings cornered and then pinched. Be ill. I felt a gentle helping hand remove the clear crystal flowing down my cheek.

"I believe your heart, dear. Don't cry anymore" consoled Dion as he continued to rub my back giving me solace.

"Why can Tya do that? Is he jealous of your closeness with Aryan?" search Dion.

I broke out of his embrace. Justifying my sitting position and looking at him fixedly. My head nodded. "Is my closeness to Mr. Aryan excessive?"

"No, just he's too good to you. That's probably what makes Tya jealous."

"If Tya's jealous, how are you feeling, Mas?" many ensure.

I cannot deny if I am close and familiar with Mr. Aryan. The closeness that people may see is more than just friends. In fact, in my heart I really consider him brother. Our meeting was unintentionally and instantly familiar, making us feel comfortable as friends. That's all I have for her even though everyone knows that it feels more than an ordinary friend.

However, Mr. Aryan knew his position. His love that came late did not necessarily make him withdraw from friendship. He offered the fraternity. I don't know how much insincerity, which obviously is much greater sincerity. He was happy to see us happy, that's what he always believed.

"I know how she feels about you. I always try to understand that, even though sometimes I feel incapable. I'm nothing compared to him."

"I don't want to hear that, Mom. Dion is my stud. It won't be changed just because someone is better. Because you are the best" I said, hugging him.

There were no more words that he denied my sentences. At a time like this, I knew his heart was starting to melt. And this is the right time to re-initiate the strategy. "The decision, we're staying here, aren't we, Mas?" ask me with a hopeful look.

Dion rattled the top of my head. "Hm."

"What does that mean?" my god in style doesn't understand.

"Yes," he began to open the word.

I put my head up and looked at him. "Yes, what?"

"I love you."

"Mas ...," call me spoiled.

"Hm."

"Honey," my god as I smile.

"Yes, we'll stay here."

"I love you, too" I said as I slapped his left cheek.

Our eyes looked at each other. The depth of that feeling is real. From the gazes that spoke to each other, love did exist. Increasingly fused into one, binding and inseparable.