About the Heart

Don't Mind Much!

"Sir, you're not in the apartment, are you? I've pulled the bell repeatedly no one's opening the door?" ask Kristy when I pick up the phone.

"We're checking the content again, Kris. You didn't say you wanted to visit, so we didn't meet. Then where is it now? I came home a long time ago" I explained, remembering we got the third line while the doctor had not yet arrived.

"About at Brother's apartment."

Girl nyamperin mature guy who single. Thinking about it I had a bit of a negative thought. It's not that I can't believe Mr. Aryan, it's just that I'm afraid my sister is in love with his charm. It really doesn't matter if they are friends. It's just that if I think of the two of them, I'm still nervous.

"Who are you?" investigate without further ado.

"I'm the same Mama, Ma'am. Just chill! Here I'm not two but four?" said Kristy who again presents a question in my mind. I looked at who was the fourth person among them.

"You're there three?" telisiku next.

Curious haunting my mind. Collect the names that may be present there. Start Mas Rendra, Maya and don't know who else. But it's also impossible because as far as I know they're in Jogja. I've played my memory but no name can be a suspect. I don't think they have any acquaintances who might be invited to visit my apartment.

"Two, Ma'am."

Well, that means who was in Mr. Aryan's apartment before Kristy and Mama came. Male or female? My mind began to sort out one by one the names that might be the guest of Abang jombloku's apartment. Unfortunately there are not many options that I can drop as a target.

Could it be if I thought it was Tya? But what was he there for? Overnight together? Isha! I took that reason out of my mind though honestly I felt very disturbed. Given the firmness of Mr. Aryan to reject it, it seems impossible for him to accept Tya overnight in his apartment. However, if the girl was reckless and did something beyond reason, how?

"Is she a woman?" my investigation is unbroken.

"Male, Ma'am."

Oh No! Don't let what Tya said yesterday be right. That Mr. Aryan is b*ci. Uh, not a sissy but a fellow male lover. Nah! Nah! Nah! But if not, why is there a man in his apartment? Maybe friends! Where possible? The single brother also had no friends. Haisty! Who her?

"Tell me who that guy is!" my orders are impatient.

"Om Najendra, Ma'am."

"Maanji Dharma?" seruku.

"Yes, Mr. Aryan's father."

Bummer. The super busy single parent doesn't usually meet his or her child. As long as I was in the apartment, I remember never seeing him visit there. This is why the tumbens are in that place, especially along with the arrival of Mama. I smell the irregularity. Looks like something's awkward.

"You wait for me to come home! I want to have a chat," I'm here to prevent them from coming home before my arrival.

My sister's guess was correct. From that night on, the sari thing, I've been suspicious. My instincts as a woman that men once liked said that there was something hidden between them. My mind leads to a relationship tied to a sense of spoiled enthronement in the heart.

I haven't had time to say Kristy hung up. I breathed a rough breath, making Dion frown. I was curious, now it looks like Dion is the one who hung the question in his mind.

"What's wrong?" ask Dion's standards to start the investigation.

"I suspect Mama is the same Om Najendra nothing, dear."

"Still think so too. Never mind, let it go. What would be wrong if they loved each other? Spending time alone is not easy" Dion said wisely.

There is nothing wrong with love. When it comes, no one can deny it. Who is never wrong to anyone. Love never chooses love. The young can feel it. Everyone deserves to be happy for it. No exception, the single parent couple. The loneliness they feel may be time to stop in place.

Just a wry smile I gave Dion. Not that I'm not sincere Mama is happy, just that there's no way Papa's willing to have a replacement. Not wanting Mama all her age, just not now. When am I ready to receive? Honestly, I don't know.

"Replacing doesn't mean forgetting what's been. Faithful doesn't mean he's the only one. It's a long time, honey."

"All the time we spend waiting in line, baby," I said, as I had not yet been called to see a doctor.

When we were just starting to get started, it didn't seem like the universe was in favor. A nurse came out of the doctor's office with a note in her hand. Everyone who was in the waiting room including me, waited for the name to come out of his mouth. Expect the called ones not to be in place so that their queue number decreases by one. That means cutting down on the time to wait.

"Mrs Rosalia Citra Atmadja" she said for the third line number, which is none other than mine.

With a happy heart mixed with a racing heart, Dion and I entered the room. A woman of the same age as Mama, five-headed was sitting at a table opening her notes. After we sat down, a friendly greeting came from his lips.

Various initial questions about the history of the search for sweat in favor, the last time the arrival of guests who disturb the blue night until the look of baby candidates is done, we return to the doctor's practice table with a happy feeling. A pouch visible from the results of the USG, assured that the cute baby candidate has now been processed in my womb.

"Bu Rosa, expectant mothers should always be happy, yes! Do not think much, it will affect what is in the womb. That's all my message," advised Dr. Sitta.

I replied with a smile, everything that the friendly doctor said. After I was given the advice, now it was Dion's turn to be instructed. Before speaking, the doctor noticed with a hard-to-understand smile.

"Sir, during the first trimester, you can play with the mother, as long as it is full of tenderness."

A red hue instantly billowed from Dion's face. The words that the doctor said were in line with those I said a while ago. The difference I forbid but dr. Sitta allowed origin slowly.

"But I'm sure you don't play like the CEO bucin in the novel. From the look of the face of the Father alone I can guess," the woman's tease titled Sp.OG.

I agree with the sentence I just heard. Dion is a symbol of tenderness of a man. Always play with your heart without ever hurting. Hot without knowing the word savage. Each touch is a burning but loving love in its delivery. In stark contrast to Po and Koi who diligently hone new styles every time, Dion always starts with a happy offer.