About the Heart

What Signs?

The wheel of life will always turn. No one is always on top of perfection. And vice versa, must have been at the bottom. Life without fault does not exist. Like a storyline of a novel, there are always conflicts to come.

Beautiful, does not mean if it will always get the man he lyrics. Rich, there must be a starting point when he struggles from zero. Happiness must be in the pain when the pain ever hurt his heart.

The problems that arise come to attack, with a united heart can now give thanks because everything has been resolved. Slowly happy to show himself. When the fire destroyed the treasure, which most people thought was the source of happiness, I was shown to be lucky to have a husband like Dion Vijaya. A man who never gives up and keeps his pride.

The slightest struggle will never be in vain. The evidence now shows itself before us. Slowly, Dion got much bigger projects. I never thought if my novel always hung in the top ten vote rankings. Though it is very difficult to penetrate all that, especially I am still new to this world of writing.

Many complaints filed by novice authors that I did not experience. Like how to attract readers. They've been promoted everywhere but that comes remains a fellow author's promotion as well. Unlike me, the average in my comment column is a reader who discusses the contents of the story per chapter. My promotion is only through social media. In the past, I have been searching for support from one novel to another. Now, it's resigned. Waiting for the reader to come by itself. Although once occasionally collaborated with fellow authors hoping to exchange readers. In the end, it is still luck that speaks.

The mystery of the level rise that many authors question is also I respond casually. I just want to write with the best feeling possible. Level issues I leave to Noveltoon's side. I don't want the origin up, because to me each chapter must have a different appeal.

Some say crazy up will quickly level up, but if you always demand yourself always up berbab-bab-kabnya crazy author. Because writing is not just typing but composing words to be interesting.

Soaring popularity is also not a guarantee that the level will follow ngibrit. Because the most important thing is a loyal reader who follows your chapter from first to last, not just like.

"Honey, when is the announcement of the contest you participated in? I remember these days, right?" cerca Dion wearing her black shirt.

"Two days, Mommy."

"Almost with your HPL, huh? May you have double happiness, dear."

Dion sat beside me kissing my forehead. His hand then rattled the top of my hair. "The more you come here, the more beautiful you are."

"Maybe our child-to-be is a girl, Mas."

"Beautiful, don't have to be a girl, honey. His son Mimin Rancy. Guys but pretty."

Dion's right. Now the phenomenon of a beautiful man is roasting lela. So beautiful, until I am a woman who just feel embarrassed because she lost the charm with their face.

"Don't be tired, baby!" remember Dion for seeing me continue to struggle with the laptop and still wrestle the world.

"Mumpung hasn't been born yet, Mas. I want to save the chapter, first. So later even though my lahiran can still stay up" I explained while stroking my back.

Dion who was looking, instantly replaced rubbing my back gently. "illness?"

"From last night a little bit of that pegel-pegel, Mas."

"No waking up, me?"

"It's not that disturbing, Mom. I see, I slept so well. I couldn't bear to wake her up" I explained, rubbing her right cheek.

"I'm slumbering because I slept next to you. Next time you get something, get me up!"

"Cock your husband, anyway? SiRosa's husband, you know!" timpal Dion in a joking style.

I hit Dion's thigh again. I'm talking seriously, he's joking at rich Uus, the absurd comic. Finally we were busy tickling and forgetting about typing. Joking laughs in happiness despite occasionally grimacing because the back hurts.

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The night is back. Thousands of stars befriending the crescent moon were hanging in the sky. Cold that infects, should be a blanket that makes dissolved. The warmth of being in a decapitation should give a night of being immersed in unconsciousness. However, something biting in the middle of my back made the sound disappear.

"Mas, pegels," I said softly.

Seeing it soundly, I don't seem to feel good if I have to wake him up. But the growing pain made me unable to handle it myself. It feels like rubbing, it just feels good. I don't think Dion heard my call, but he obviously knew it.

"Is it enough just to be rubbed like this?" dion asked while covering his mouth which was yawning.

"Hm."

"Let's go to the doctor, honey?" Looks like it's a sign of giving birth."

According to various valid sources, indeed back pain is one sign of giving birth. Every woman experiences different symptoms. There is a heartburn stomach, ruptured membranes or spots.

"It's still strong, right? Or do you need it now?" cerca Dion.

I'm shaking. My feeling is that this is not the time yet. Just a false contraction, because it still comes and goes in the lapse of time. It's just that the pain bothers me. And it will only be comfortable with a touch.

"Yes, go to sleep. I'll wipe until you can fall asleep, baby," Dion said, gently stroking my hair with her free hand.

I tried to close my eyes. Leaving the conscious realm and reaching for dreams with certainty. The drowsiness that still hangs and the gentle rubbing on the back, managed to make me fall into the depths of nature that presents the cradle.

But he only held for a moment. The pain that gnawed back, made me shake Dion's body back. Actually it's a pity because I know she just fell asleep, but I don't think I can bury her.

"Mas, wipe again!" I asked with a voice I made higher.

With a blink of an eye, Dion woke up and started rubbing my back. Occasionally his touch stopped because he was brought to dreamland. I slightly pushed her body so that her hands jerked and she woke up again.

"Sorry, Honey. Sleepy don't know the situation, no."

His statement I did not reply with an answer. Again just a murmur. Dion painstakingly rubbed my back. Continuously until the drowsiness that had attacked him eroded the current.

The comfort that returned to serving finally brought me back to sleep again. Learning from the experience, Dion still rubbed the back of my stomach so that I could fall asleep. Neglecting himself who has not had enough time to rest.