About the Heart

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Monday, say hello with all the stories. The reluctance to go back to the office had to be removed. All I have to do is not avoid but try to continue to spread forgiveness patiently. That is what Dion always said that our journey later to Baitullah will also be facilitated.

By riding an online ojek, I welcome the day with enthusiasm. Forget the tangles that I might pick up, when meeting Tya I can no longer avoid. One prayer that I always say, may my friend who is forgetting the heart link in this friendship immediately rectify all misunderstandings.

"Good ojol, Pe?" greet Anggen when I see me coming down from the bonanza of a uniformed brother ojek.

"Yes, Nggen. Dion has to leave early."

Anggen closer to his body. Turning the gaze for a while then blurting out the voice in question. "Where's Mr Aryan going?"

"He went home" I replied no less quietly in a voice.

Anggen patted my shoulder slowly. With a sweet smile she showed a happy twinkle from the look in her eyes. "Today you're lucky, Pe. Mr. Aryan does not exist, Tya also melanglang buana."

"What do you mean?"

"Yes a week's leave."

The news that is included in my auditory sense capture, is included in the category of good news or bad? His absence in the office will keep me from bullying. But it will also slow down the apology.

"Nggen, what do you think I should do to get an apology from Tya?" ask me for a friend who is indeed from the beginning closer to the Tya.

"Married Mr. Aryan to Tya."

A brilliant idea that is easy to say but impossible to do. If it were easy, they would be together now. I don't need to be a victim, and he won't be a source of thought.

"Why did Tya feel stuck in Pak Aryan? Wasn't yesterday sure you wanted to forget?" cercaku while showing an endless curiosity.

"Because Mr. Aryan's charm is irreplaceable."

"I've always been with him, but I don't feel that charm."

"Because you are numb" Anggen explained, sitting in his seat of greatness.

Preoccupation with chatting, our steps began to enter the lobby, the elevator and through the entrance of the editor section went so fast. Until our table becomes a barrier to immediately stop the conversation. Immediately struggling with a pile of work on a busy Monday.

Without Tya my tranquility is all-powerful. The burden of thoughts and feelings disappears. This office is again a fun place. Just like when I first set foot. Knowing Maya, being a loyal friend and eventually intertwined as a brother. Having a boyfriend taste the oldest brother who always keep from the presence of crocodile men who like to spread charm.

If this is the case, it feels like the decision I wanted to make to resign, I will recant. Without Tya I'm happy. Although it's not like this happy that I want to have. Trio Somplak is back as compact as ever, that's what I want. But it seems all hard to realize. Anggen just counted the days to leave this place. While Tya still hates me wholeheartedly. I'm sorry that I wish I had to wait another week after Tya came back. During that time, either I have to be happy or languish, losing friends at the same time. Only Mr. Aryan is the place to confide.

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"Pe, I'll stay, yeah!" pamit Anggen was in a hurry as soon as lunch hour had just entered time.

"Where?"

Anggen paused for a moment and turned to look at me, "Lunch with Brother Eric."

Not even did I open my mouth to speak, Anggen has already passed by. I took a long, deep breath. Today was quiet but I was lonely. No one can accompany me to lunch. Because the last man I used to choose as a friend was also not in the office.

"Bang, please buy Rosa siomaynya Bang Bambang, dong!" my door was when Bang Kotan picked up the phone.

The answer assuaging that came out of Bang Kotan's mouth made me look for busyness to fill the waiting time. Fad I downloaded the free novel reading app, in blue. Noveltoon, that platform so often I see the characters on my facebook page.

With the background of love to read as well as write, I think it is very appropriate my choice to download it. Some time after the process is complete, immediately I see the Homepage. A series of novels with a large selection of titles. Ranging from the genre of romance, action, comedy, horror, time travel, mystery, adventure, fanfic, sci-fic, teen, all there.

I swiped the options down to look for novels with covers and titles that interest my reading. I can't deny if an attractive cover is the allure. Men of Middle Eastern descent with a perfect face sculpture, or the face of a beautiful Korean-style man becomes a charm that I can not ignore.

The title is also one of the factors. Recommended novels are dominated by similar titles. About the CEO, contract marriage and something forced. In addition to the story with many adult scenes, I noticed will get a lot of readers.

Of all the choices, I finally decided to choose the romantic genre. It suits my soul who likes something soft that is based on sincerity. Sweet words that raise the mind and make the heart carried away feelings.

Definitely choose a novel with top rank. Famous authors such as LaSheira, Erka, Sifa, Miss Lancaster, Anna, Mayangshu and many more became novels with very high votes. With so many choices, my eyes finally stopped on a novel with amazing popularity. Forced to Marry Young Master, NT's universal phenomenal novel with the popularity of 540.9 M by Lasheira I finally chose as the first story I will read.

"Sir, this is the siomay." Bang Kotan was already standing next to my desk with a white plastic bag and a packet of food I ordered.

"Thank you, Bang."

After Bang Kotan's departure, I immediately opened the lunch ration. Hunger accompanied by curiosity in the novel that I had not been able to read, I finally chose to eat while holding a smart object. Millennial habits are not very exemplary, but all I ignore because the mind cannot choose the one I have to give up.

While feeding one piece of siomay to the mouth, I began to read the details of the story. The forced marriage of Mr. Saga and Daniah, that is the core of the story. Intrigued by what spices coloring their household, I began to open the first, second, third chapter and I don't know how many chapters I've entered along with siomay that began to eat.

I had to stop reading when time required me to work again. Though the heart continues to provoke to continue reading a little more. Sometimes time corruption I don't think is a problem. My heart was tempted too. On the sidelines struggling with work I steal the time to continue reading. The longer, the more the curiosity gets crazier. I put aside and put it down and continued reading the novel.

"Read what's clean?"