About the Heart

Number Unite Your Husband!

Eyes feel heavy to open. I slowly stepped up, and spread my eyes. I was confused as to why I was here. It's like deja vu came back, half a year ago. When I opened my eyes for the first time, I found Dion looking after me. It's the same now. She smiled sweetly when I saw her. It's just, I know this is our room.

With a gentle rub in my hair, Dion continued to smile. "Darling, how do you feel?"

Dion's question made me think about what I just felt a while ago. The memory of the pain that suddenly struck me and made me fall helpless. Darkened. Ah, did I just come to my senses?

"Honey, I'm sorry, yes!"

I drowned while grasping his fingers tightly. "I'm the one who should be apologizing, Mom."

Dion stroked my hair very gently. "Mas let you write, honey. But you must remember, do not forget the time. Stay healthy and give your body and mind a chance to rest."

I realized I was spending too much time with writing. Trying to make the reader happy until I forget that I myself must also be happy. Surely I am happy but it seems that Dion is not happy.

"It's a good thing I got home on time, how about something happen to you and our baby's grandpa?"

Dion took out a bowl of chicken porridge and began to feed me. Deftly took out a piece of tissue and wiped the spruce porridge on the outer corner of my lips. He gently treats me.

"Where was that? I'm looking for nothing in the park" I asked in between the chews.

Dion scrunched his forehead. Like I was surprised by the story I just told. "I'm talking to Aryan."

Just up ahead and I'm confused. Looking over here and there to make me exhausted in the search. Ignoring the pain that ultimately made me sick. I think my stomach acid has gone up because the last few days since writing my eating schedule novel have been a mess. I spent more time in front of the laptop than looking at the food menu with my eyes glaring.

The dion that I used to make a place of indulgence, I took it for granted as well. My late night date is no longer with her but with a beloved novel. My priorities changed, not my husband but my hobbies. Ah, how sinful I am.

"I thought, I was angry."

"Indeed."

"Now?" investigate me while looking at the look on his face that does not show indecision.

"I don't want you to be together. Especially with a letter. Plunging my pride, a handsome Dion and so the seizure is now outmatched with inanimate objects that can only be silent" said Dion at length.

Kusap. Muffling the anger he unleashed as a curse. I understood his feelings because of everything he said I felt as well. What a shitty truth. The difference is I'm the perpetrator and he's the victim.

I held Dion's left fingers free from the spoon. "For me, you've always been number one, honey. It's just that, right now I'm being lulled by the charm of the halu world that turns into opium. Makes me unconscious and hard to get out of the trap."

"Hypnotize me back, honey! Let Noveltoon be inflamed because my most romantic angel-hearted husband can beat his online allure."

Dion kisses my cheesy forehead. "That's for sure, honey. Your husband will always be the first winner."

I pecked Dion's left cheek. "I've always loved you, baby."

"Love my future successor who's in your womb."

"Of course I love him too" I explained, stroking my stomach.

"If you love her, this will not happen."

"Drink, here!" Dion gave me four grains of medicine of various colors and sizes. The chicken porridge that I had eaten must be immediately pursued with pain relievers for diseases that suddenly come pinching.

"Mas, my stomach ache can be cured with these medications. Then, my addiction to writing a novel what's the cure?" I chanted with a seductive face.

"Cheal your stomach first, I'll remove your opium."

His words have not been perfectly digested by my brain. "What cure?"

"You want a high dose or a low dose, honey?"

The answer is getting awkward. I smell the smell of sweetness that comes from the sentence he said. Moreover, the smirk smile that decorated his thick lips, indicating that there was something he was hiding.

"You're very suspicious, Mommy."

"How can you suspect me?" give Dion a sling from his seat. Bringing my empty tableware out of the room.

I secured my seat on the bed. Food is very important for the body. The evidence of dizziness and the feeling of weakness that I felt instantly disappeared. Leave a pain that is still a little annoying.

"How are you doing, honey?" ask Dion after returning to the room.

"much better, Mommy."

"In that case, am I ready to give you your acute addiction remedy?"

"There's no distance to take medicine, huh? I'll take a dose later, how?" I avoided the treatment he offered.

"Over dosage my medicine is safe, dear."

Dion started to approach, sitting parallel to me. Leaning back and talking to each other in a relaxed manner. "When was the last time we exchanged stories like this, honey?"

It feels like this Dion question is hitting right in my heart. The sentence is relaxed but targeted right at the destination point. I'm increasingly aware that this subtle satire for too much time is set aside for cyberspace and negates its existence in the real world.

"Before I know the reading application," I said, lowering my gaze, avoiding the gaze that might soon meet. Although in reality Dion was faithful to his straight views.

"I think that by writing a novel, your reading time will be reduced. No more staying up late at night.

Thas right. When busy writing, then my reading hours become very minimal. However, my time of typing the word is getting more and more.

"I rarely read, Mom. It's just that after the ups, I still set aside time to reply to the comments that stopped in my novel. Whether it is a true reader or a fellow author who hopes to support each other. I feel, if without them what is the story I have. So I'm always excited to reply to comments." I explained at length.

Dion breathed a long breath. "I agree with your thoughts, dear. Readers are your novel's most valuable asset. However, I beg you not to dismiss me from your point of view."

I hugged my husband. "Darling, forgive your wife! I promise, to always put you together. If I deny it, I will leave the world of literacy. Focus on being the best for you."

Dion returned my embrace lovingly. "Run this along the way, honey. Your duty is not only to make me happy, but you have the right to make yourself happy as long as the two are not so conflicted."

We looked at each other. Engrave a smile in the relief of thoughts that have been channeled through communication sessions.