About the Heart

Tense

Silence still enveloped the room. Five pairs of eyes were still focused on Dion who wanted to share a news that I did not know what news. The more I wait, the more my handsome husband pauses his words. The face that was mounted flat was even more thickened the question that was struggling in the mind. Both positive and negative guesses loom uncontrollably.

The worst news that some time ago ruined the day, do not let it happen again. Rise from adversity will be more difficult to do if it happens repeatedly. There will be news that will make us cry, I assure you that the good news we will hear.

A deheman came out of Dion's mouth. Usually people will do that before telling a story. A happy bias emanated from all who were already waiting for him to speak. A few seconds later, nothing came out of his mouth.

"Mas, don't be curious! What's up?" ask me when I can no longer bear patience.

Dion lowered his gaze. My feelings are getting worse. Bad premonitions back to work make confidence again doubtful. Can we hope there is happy news?

"Two months, we have to leave Indonesia."

The silence is becoming. The word leaving always makes the impression that a breakup must happen. And that, is the thing I hate the most. Being away from the people I love is not the easiest thing I can do.

"Where?" that question escaped my lips.

There are many countries that may be used as a destination. It could be a cognate country like Malaysia, maybe South Korea as a developed country in Asia, it could also be to Europe, America or even Africa. That choice is a lot. Maybe also to Papua New Guinea. New Zealand can also. Moreover, Australia, it can also still be our next choice of residence.

"Middle East."

The area, which is famous as the largest source of crude oil in the world, consists of many countries. Then which one? Maybe Turkey? Saudi Arabian? Iraqis? Pakistanis? Qataris? Omani? Yemenis?

"Saudi Arabia" Dion said, narrowing down the scope of the country to which we are aiming for another two months.

"Saudi Arabia?" I'm willing to explain Dion. The questions filled my mind. With our situation a little problematic with finances, hearing the word Saudi Arabia then the imagined is to be TKI (Indonesian Labor).

What work will we do there? Is it possible that we will do a job as a housekeeper, driver, building porters, restaurant waiter, shop waiter, hotel maid or other menial work? Can we do that job well? Hadn't it been broken, the man would have been able to do anything. The desire to survive will lead him to do what was previously impossible.

Can we choose a better job? Maybe Dion could work as a company manager or pursue a career as an architect there. Because if for professional workers such as pilots, flight attendants, nurses, technicians and so on we do not have that educational background.

"What are you going to Saudi Arabia for?" asked Mr. Aryan while I was still being invaded by thoughts that had flown uncontrollably.

"Are we going to work there, Mom?"

Dion was silent. A heavy coarse breath he let out. Bad address for something we're about to hear. I don't want to be surprised by any more bad news. Not ready if you have to go back to struggling with fear.

"Why should I go abroad?" Mom is finding out.

"I'm sorry, Dion Ma."

"Your wife is pregnant. Moreover, this first pregnancy, it would be very difficult to stay away from the family. Do you have no other choice? At least postponed until your child is born?" mama's light was so clear.

"Stay here! I can help you find a job that suits your skills. Or we can work together to establish a company," said Mr. Aryan helped stop Dion's decision to go abroad.

"We'll keep going."

"I can't leave him."

"I also don't want to be far from Mas Dion, Kris. Calm down, we can certainly fight alone there," I said in support of Dion's decision.

There's nothing wrong here. As a husband, Dion wanted to always be close to his wife and also a prospective baby. Neither will I be able to get away from him. Being trained together is more beautiful. That is how the art of households.

On the other hand, the family must be worried about our situation in other countries. Apart from my first pregnancy, also because of how we went through the day there. What work we are going to do, everything is still a mystery. So, it is not strange if everyone advises to find other solutions.

Mr. Aryan twisted his body so he could see us right in front of him. "I think Mama's right. You better stay here. Living in another country with a different culture, away from Rosa's family and pregnancy, should make you rethink."

"It's all been decided, I've agreed. This is the best chance. Not necessarily comes a second chance like this," explained Dion with a flat face.

Everyone shut up again. We understand the character of Dion who will always be muddy with his stance. Especially when it comes to the help of others. He will try to stand on his own feet, until the final seconds of the struggle.

"Now that your wife is pregnant, won't it trouble you there?" Papa just spoke.

"Dion will always take care of Rosa, hand in hand to be inseparable."

Each comes back to the mind. How else to persuade Dion to undo the intention. At least rewind the schedule for a few months. While they were looking for a way to thwart Dion's mission, I took my husband's fingers and grabbed them.

"I'll accompany you, Mas. As far as you go, I will move. It's hard to be around you, I'll still choose rather than easy, but we're apart. Because being with you, I'm sure is the best for me."

Dion kissed me with love. I also slammed into his arms. A wife's best place is on her husband's side. Combined with determination and confidence, hit all obstacles to stay together to face the world.

When we got into this, my agreement and a little objection from them, Dion's phone suddenly rang back. Isni's real name made Mr. Aryan take over the call before Dion could pick her up.

"Mr Isni, do Mr Dion and Ms Rosa have to leave for Saudi Arabia in two months?"

"Can't you rewind the flight schedule until Rosa's mother gives birth?"

"Groans?"

"So, should it be on schedule?"

"What job do you offer there? Maybe I can replace it here?"

"Can't?"

"I have many colleagues who can help me to get the same job you offer, so please tell me what job you promised Mr Dion Wijaya?"

Mr. Aryan seemed silent after raving questions to Isni. He hung up the phone immediately and scooped up the roughness of his face. Throwing the flat object onto the sofa and looking at Dion with a sharp look. Pulling me out of my husband's arms and taking me in his arms.