About the Heart
Diozza Satya Wijaya
Seven days have passed since the night of my baby's birth. During that time, we decided to stay at Mama's house until our baby was forty days old. This is because I follow the advice of my single parents. My experience of caring for a baby is still zero, so it is better to stay with him while studying.
During this week, the one who bathed our baby was Dion. Once taught by Mama, she could. Truly a dream husband worthy of my continued pride. She was also very deft when it came to changing diapers when our cute baby was a pup or even a pee. We do not intentionally wear disposable diapers. In addition to health, this moment we make as proof that we are a couple of parents who go green and help each other take care of the baby.. Despite the fact that there are still Mama and Kristy who take care of it. But this was the preparation when we returned to the apartment.
Other than the two of them, the one who visited here every day was Uncle Aryan. After returning from work, he came back here. And go to work from here. In other words, he moved to the house of Mama. True said Papa, that the brother can not be far from me. As a result he's been like a second Papa to my adorable baby.
Tonight, we're having an akikah event. Two goats, we cut this morning. It was a special night because the whole Eyang family from Jogja and friends were all gathered at Mama's house. Celebrating the defection of an adorable baby boy named DIOZZA SATYA WIJAYA.
Diozza, you must have guessed, stands for Dion and Rosa. Vijaya also clear that it's the last name of Dion who is carried as a descendant of the Vijaya breed. Then, his middle name is why Satya? Isn't that Aryan Satya Dharma's middle name? Yeah, indeed.
"I am his uncle. Second papa for Di-junior" said Mr. Aryan as everyone questioned our son's middle name.
"Sa, you have two husbands? Well, my cousin got shif at night" said Mas Rendra as he held his beloved daughter who was only 1 month old.
"You're not horrified, he said uncle," Dion chimed as he shifted Mr. Aryan who was sitting next to me.
"Uncle, where's the aunty?" Maya seduces Pak Aryan who is carrying Di-junior.
"God, the new one is coming!" point me at Tya who happens to be walking towards us.
The woman who was at odds until we last met suddenly came up with her cheerful face. The flaming red dress was in harmony with her polished lips in a seductive color. I even forgot why she came here and lost her hate.
"Hi, hi everybody! Pe, congratulations yes! Finally you become the prettiest," exclaimed Tya just like she used to do.
I took Tya's hug awkwardly. There is a feeling that has not fully returned.
"I'm sorry and thank you."
I scrunched my forehead. Confused by the words he said. Tya who understood my heart immediately told me at length. Why he chose to leave and finally met with a lover of heart who is currently invited here.
"That, she!" point Tya at the newly entered man with a jumbo gift that covers his face and half of his body.
We all looked at the man. I was curious because that man was someone who could shift Tya's obsession to Pak Aryan. While others guessed about what the contents of the box he carried.
"Om Septian!" everyone exclaimed as the big box was lowered and Om Septian's face was visible.
All index fingers passed between Tya and the man who was said to be his girlfriend who was none other than Omnya Dion and Mas Rendra. As if to answer everyone's curiosity, the two humans of the opposite sex approached each other. A forehead kiss landed right with his mesra. All cheering.
"The fool turned out to be close, yes!" shala chirps that come alone with a gift wrapped in purple.
"Everything if there's a decet don't separate! You get the curse of Depe tuh because of his misahin with Vishnu in your novel. Singles," chirped the newly arrived Anggen with her husband, Mr. Eric.
"I'm a happy woman" she said.
"Happy, like me. Surrounded by cogan," said Nafasal who deliberately showed off Gio and Bambang, two men he deliberately held in his left and right hands.
"Trio Somplak n The Gank, already collected. Come on, we're running!" exclaimed Mas Rendra who was followed by all the men in the room, including Dion and his cute son.
"What do you bring? Boxnya jumbo all," asked me while surrounding the gift they brought.
"Make In-junior, Aunt Anggen brings the same stroller as Kate Middleton's."
"Two baby swings from Aunt Nafasal," exclaimed the girl with the two men.
"Syala, what did you bring?" Anggen investigated the contents of the purple box that was not attached to the image of the object that became its contents such as his and Breath.
"I bring happy," Shala's cliche reply was immediately overwritten by Tya.
"Ohya, everybody! Today I brought this big box for all of you. I'll give it one-on-one."
"So, this isn't a gift for my son?" my investigation began to suspect Tya's smirk smile.
Tya shook her head and immediately walked up to the dozens of gifts piled up in the corner of the room. He picked them up one by one and read out who the owner was.
"Who are they? I never heard his name" Tya muttered as he continued reading.
"They were loyal readers of my novel. After knowing I gave birth, those gifts came every day."
Tya continued to spell the name stuck outside the box. Right after all was read came an object with a radiance that was very blinding to the eyes. A baby box from the famous Designer, Ximo Talamantes.
All eyes stared in amazement. Until the men who had distanced themselves now approached again. All were bewitched by the charm of that fantastic precious object.
"The crucifixion of this sustenance, anyway!" chirps Om Septian while embracing the shoulder of his new lover.
"Did you get me, not the crucifixion of sustenance for you, dear?" sindir Tya while pursing her lips.
Unexpectedly, Om Septian kissed those adorable lips. All who see, glare at the eyes. Feeling the surprise of the bawdry of an Om Septian.
While Tya looks blushing.
Dion cleared his throat. "Darling, our host, but why are they the center of attention?" tease Dion on the new couple.
The pair of lovers who were being drunk on love blushed. I pinched Dion's stomach reminded him that he was also a lot more bloated than that. Dion smiled and unhesitatingly kissed my cheek.
"What the hell, honey? Shame on many people" I pat on Dion's lips that will kiss my cheek next to mine.
"Look, Honey! Everyone was very enthusiastic about the birth of Di-junior. Looks like we're going to get rich all of a sudden. How about we give Sa-junior? Let's have a pair," the seductive Dion invites back to a friendly struggle.
I looked at Dion's soft eyes. "The next time my novel will be published, won't it be our lucky pair?" I slip the happy news in secret.
Dion widened his smile. She was very happy with the news she had just received. His happy double prayer yesterday was made the Creator.
"I want Sa-junior to come out, too, dear," seduced Dion did not want to budge.
I cupped both my palms on two of his cheeks. Eyes softened in a friendly gaze. "Honey, if we make Sa-junior, when will this novel end?"
"Later if there is already Sa-junior, his son a pair of juniors and his grandson a pair of juniors" said Dion, whom I rewarded with a small kiss on the lips.
"The story of Dion and Rosa is quite up here, dear. They're afraid they're getting baper if they're extended."
"But my stock is still abundant, dear."
"Make my bucinin in the room, honey."
"You."
"Come on!"
"Should I be adopted by Junior? So you can continue the mission of making Sa-junior?" chirp Mr. Aryan with our baby in his arms.
Dion and I looked at each other. Feeling trapped by my dear uncle. We are like a small family inseparable. The Hearts of Dion and Rosa are united in the closeness of the love of Di-junior and of Uncle Aryan.
End.
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Alhamdulillah Aldekha Depe's first novel is complete.
This is the name of the sender of gifts for Di-junior. Unrecorded, yes! I'll add it later.
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