About the Heart

Heartbreaker

The sun was so hot this afternoon. The journey I took on this two-wheeled vehicle made friends with sweat sweat. The heat that emanated from the ruler during the day, did not succeed in burning my skin. It just warms my feelings. Both of these are very rarely done. But that doesn't mean I'm unhappy.

"Honey, it's hot, huh?" dion asked while wiping the sweat that was on my forehead after we got to the apartment parking lot.

"It's the sweat of love, honey," I said, holding her arm along the road to where the two people I missed so much were, Mama and Kristy.

In my spirit I rang the bell of Mr. Aryan's apartment. The smile that never disappeared from my lips became more perfect when Abang jombloku opened the door. Ignoring the question that Dion finally answered I immediately rushed in.

Slender. The room with the sofa and television was without occupants. The heart asks where they are. Looking around but not seeing either. Swinging steps into the kitchen, but no one. Immediately I turned around and stood up the middle-aged man with his full smile. Opening both of his hands and approaching me, pulling into his arms.

"The ghost candidate who failed to show, this," he said, releasing a hug.

My body only nailed with his treatment. Still shocked to be carried in the arms of a man who reminded me of Papa. Moreover, his sentence also further froze my lips to speak.

Ghost candidates? Show failed?

"Don't have a daughter-in-law, but Papa's happy will have grandchildren."

Huh, grandchild?

Everyone laughed when they saw me being shocked. Mr. Aryan who noticed the crush I experienced immediately walked over.

"If I were uncle, wouldn't Papa be opa?" said Mr. Aryan gave understanding.

My slow mind can digest the words of the Najendra Dharma family, starting to be able to master themselves. My face that had become stiff, can now breathe a sigh of relief.

"Drink first," asked Mr. Aryan while offering a glass of water.

Without waiting, I immediately gulped it down. I felt like I had just been attacked by a sandstorm in the middle of the desert, dry. So that it requires thirst-releasing fluid. The water is no longer left.

"How's the test?" tanya Mama opened a question and answer session about my pregnancy.

"Alhamdulillah, all good. The doctor just told her that her mother was always happy" Dion told everyone.

"Is my son-in-law unhappy?" look at Papa Pak Aryan while looking at me while reading the face mimic that I displayed.

Getting a look like that makes me uncomfortable. Immediately I subdued my gaze to avoid joining the bead with the king of the films.

"Rosa was thinking about the girl Aryan rejected, Om," honestly Dion deliberately teased Mr. Aryan.

Instantly all eyes were directed at Mr. Aryan. He remained calm unaffected by what they all did. His smile continued to grow. He casually held me who was still standing next to him to immediately sit on the sofa.

"Who's the woman who could have a crush on an old singles like this?" the middle-aged man taunted his son.

"Beautiful girl, Om" Dion said, representing Mr. Aryan.

"Why is a pretty girl rejected?" search the Papa.

The man's eyes can never brush off the charm of a good looking woman. From the words I just heard. Men with the age of more than half a century alone do not deny the presence of beautiful women, young men like Mr. Aryan should also not waste.

"What's interesting in your eyes is sold out" said the relaxed Papa who we all know the sentence refers to a woman who is none other than me.

Mr. Aryan cleared his throat, a little sultry because he was skinned in front of many people. It's not just that he doesn't want it to affect Dion and affect me who will be invaded by jealousy. That was actually the thing he wanted to avoid. But what I saw was Dion chatting with Mama and Kristy, not at all mengubris guyonan two men named Dharma.

"Bakalan being an old virgin dong, Om?" I said I was teasing Mr. Aryan.

"No problem, I'm proud to be hot uncle" said Mr. Aryan with a very sweet smile.

"Child Om, that's weird, anyway. So the eternal singles are proud," chirped me while raising my eyebrows while directing a gaze at Mr. Aryan.

"He's like me, Sa. If you're in love, suppress his feelings," I'm Papa Pak Aryan.

"Om, loyal man. I salute. All I know is that most men marry again immediately if left by a wife. But that doesn't apply to Om, cool!" praise me while holding two thumbs.

"But I'm not sure for now?" chirps Mr. Aryan who came back to disturb my mind.

Did Mr Aryan also catch the awkwardness of the closeness between his Papa and my Mama? Just like I felt.

"Om, it's falling ...?" many doubt.

"Didn't it hurt if it happened?" ask Papa Pak Aryan lightly.

Love is never wrong. Even when love is present in a heart that has been owned, love is not entitled to blame. Free love rests on every heart. Regardless of age, especially status.

"Om, borrow the kid first, huh?" my permission while holding Mr. Aryan away from the Papa. Even left Mama, Dion and Kristy who were busy chatting. Not indifferent to seeing me get out of the room by dragging Mr. Aryan.

I took that man to the kitchen table. Sit facing each other with eyes for explanation. Again I was only treated to a smile review. He casually crossed his legs and folded his hands on his chest.

"What's the connection between Om and Mama?" ask me to the point.

"Ask directly! Whyintroduce me?"

"Bang!"

"Didn't you like it if we really became brothers? I became your sister. Isn't it from small your dream is to have an older brother who can take care of you? Maybe God answered that prayer now."

"Don't joke! The one who should have been married first was Brother, not Om."

"Wedding is not a race, Sa. There is no term steal the start, let alone who is worthy or inappropriate. The finish line is public property."

My question that was answered with friendliness I could only welcome with a rough sigh. I shuffled up from the chair and took a glass of water. For some reason, this air-conditioned room makes me sultry not to end.

"If you can't have it, maybe Papa represents," exclaimed Mr. Aryan with a chuckle holding amusedly.

I don't care what Mr. Aryan says. I immediately left him to meet the four people I just ignored. Join Dion to chat with Mama and Kristy. Unfortunately, the person I want to ask isn't in place. Yes ... Mama is not. And ... Om Najendra too.

Where'd they?