About the Heart
Failing Fasting
I gasped when suddenly Mr. Aryan took me in his arms. Staring at him questioningly, figuring out what reason kept me away from my husband's embrace. What story did he just get from an Isni?
"Let go of my wife! Don't look for opportunities in narrowness, yeah!" threatening Dion but not getting out of position.
"What's wrong with me hugging my own sister? You think I'm not in shock, he's going to go far away from me?" timpal Mr. Aryan does not want to lose the talk.
Got the two men's argument, I just threw a round of puffed-up eyes. Their presence, always giving color to my life. The shock felt by Mr. Aryan was the same as the one that disturbed the heart. Not ready if in a short time have to go through the day without their debate and attention.
"Ten days only."
"Why only ten days?" chirps Kristy growing curious.
"You're going to the holy land?" guess Mama who immediately confirmed Dion as the truth of the answer.
Hearing that certainty, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But because they feel played, they act pretentious not to accept. Putting on a sulking face, Mama, Kristy and Papa Najendra chose to pass to the dining table. Choose to prepare dishes to eat together. The time that has peeked at the name of the afternoon, making the meal this time became nameless. Lunch is late, dinner is not yet over.
"Shock is in shock, but don't embrace it!" remember Dion when he saw me still in the arms of Mr. Aryan.
Instead of loosening, Mr. Aryan just tightened. Not only embraced but my hair was also scrambled in front of Dion without feeling guilty. "Once in a while loving your own sister is natural, isn't it?"
Mr. Aryan's treatment is getting out of the limits of Dion's tolerance. Before my husband acted, I chose to let go of the brother's hand. "Date, if you want someone to hug every day, find a wife!" godaku widened his distance.
"Mas, are we really going to umrah?" ask me to make sure while sitting next to Dion.
"Rezeki's behind the test, honey. Thank God" Dion answered, peeping at my forehead.
There is always wisdom from every disaster. There will be laughter after the coming of grief. When we are patient then the test will not feel heavy but will be a pleasure. A sincere heart will be the guide to the road to freedom.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Hearing your words earlier that you would follow wherever I went, it felt like I was very happy" Dion said as he hugged me back.
"Land my head to his chest. "Because I love you, then wherever you are there will be me."
"Co cuit," teased Mr. Aryan who was sitting on the sofa opposite us.
Dion's increasing intimacy. Not only hugging, he also showered me with kisses. The touches of his lips alternated, playing in my hair by moving sides. Sometimes at the top of the head, not infrequently behind the ears.
Not one bit feeling uncomfortable, Mr. Aryan just kept staring at us. While eating a snack, he smiled. It's like being an exclusively romantic moviegoer. Dion was not awkward to show attention in front of the brother. I have long been ashamed.
"You are the most romantic husband and wife, let's eat first, and then you eat each other!" goda Papa Najendra just returned from the kitchen. He called the three of us to eat together.
Feeling called names, Dion and I let go of our embrace and immediately left the room we had occupied. While Mr. Aryan also immediately followed our steps. Together towards the dining table where various types of tempting foods have been lined up.
While we continued to talk, we ignored the eating. Stories and laughter become interludes. It's like really a big family. There is Papa, Mama and her four children who are enjoying togetherness. Although without the bond of marriage and blood relations, this compactness can already rival real families.
Oh, my God, thank you.
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The slowly growing raindrops amplified his roar, casting a cold piercing the skin. The bed that used to be a field looking for reward, is now seducing to be given the throne. I hid under the blanket, resting a tired body. A day without straightening the back, it feels tired to lock up.
"Cappies, honey?" look at Dion who just came out of the bathroom.
The night had just hit eight. Dion had just come home from seeing his friend discuss the work that was being offered to him. Pick a shower right away and now stand right here, next to the bed. In the process of wearing his plain black shirt.
My eyes are focusing wrongly. Seduced by the droplets of water dripping from the end of his hair that was still wet. Flowing down past the neck and chest of his field. My gaze stopped on the sexy indentation in her stomach. I didn't realize I had swallowed saliva repeatedly.
"Shall I open my shirt again, honey?" seduced Dion for sniffing me who was being infiltrated by turmoil.
I gave her a smile in return. I shouldn't be ashamed because he's mine. There is nothing wrong with enjoying it. Let alone just that little thing, which is more than no sin, is precisely on his head.
I was embarrassed, especially without talking Dion got into bed and opened the blanket that was covering my lower body. She shifted it and it inched to my feet. Start playing the shrewdness of his fingers to massage.
"Do your feet feel sore?"
I closed my eyes. Feeling silly with my wild thoughts that have been wrongly guessed. I'm shy. Lately, I've become more and more infatuated with her. Not only by his attention, love and affection but also by the sexiness of his body. Looks like I'm getting a perverted genie.
"Do you want a massage somewhere else?" dion's chirps made me throw a pillow at him.
"Possible hand parts? Because I see you've been hugging me all day," teased Dion with a smile.
"Aren't you the one who hugged me, honey? Are you insinuating me into turning your back on you?"
"I need a massage somewhere else, honey."
It turned out that the smell was not only on my brain but also covering my husband's brain. This desire seemed to be coming together, wanting to pamper each other with a touch of warmth. Eyes that look at each other, refracting passion that begins to determine direction. Liven up the flames of turmoil that will flare up into heat.
Dion's gentle incision slowly turned, from the lower end down the smoothness of the path. Passing through sharp indentations that are prone to. Pass through the lush fragrant roses and look for ranum buds that are ready to be let out. The breadth of the flowering garden, makes the beetle spoiled with many beauties that want to taste every inch.
Satisfied flying around the colorful blossoming flowers, the beetle perched on a stalk that showed tantalizingly divided. A small suction he gave, starting a honey hunting party. Instantly fly low, looking for the legit honey offered by other florets. Flapping the wings again looks for pistils and flowers that grow on hilly land. Floating around in circles, occasionally dipping sharply and not infrequently playing suction.
Carefully approach the flowers that have been perfectly scrawled. The offer of the sweetest honey that the beetle wants, makes it entangled in the hole. Impatiently wanting to enjoy the peak of enjoyment but he was reminded of the thorns he had to avoid. Up to a high level of softness, he chose to keep in order to suck honey juice without being pierced by the durinya.
That is how the beetle releases its thirst and thirst. She smiled happily at the flower she loved, giving her an immeasurable pleasure. "Thank you, honey."
