About the Heart

Ill

Where am I this time? Real world or dreamland? I felt very weak, my eyes closed, but my skin felt a touch and a grip. It felt so real, but I couldn't see it.

"I miss your cherries and your sniffles on me,"

The voice of a man echoing in the space within my body. But I can't explain what space is like. Whether it's my thinking room or my heart's space.

I can also feel my hair on it. Slowly and lovingly. A warm touch and comfortable for me. As if I was leading my eyes to slowly open them.

My eyes found that figure.

"D-I-O-N," I spell his name.

She smiled so sweetly. Until I focused on her face and for a moment I forgot why she was here with me.

"Thank God, you finally came to your senses, too" he said, confirming that my ignorant hair was stroking my face.

I raised my hand to pull out his hand. I don't think this is true. He can't pay too much attention to me. I remember that I am not his, I belong to someone else.

"Don't lift! His blood will rise!" remember it while lowering my hand.

And suddenly, I saw an infusion needle sitting in my hand.

"It's to restore the fluid in your body" he explained.

"Where is your boyfriend, so he can let you go weak like this?" tanya, who reminds me that until this moment my girlfriend, Mas Rud has not contacted me.

Dion, where is my boyfriend now?

"Where's my HP, Di?" I asked Dion.

Dion took out an HP from my bag, which was located on the table and handed it to me.

I turned on the data. I'm deserted.

"Focus used to be the same as your health" said Dion because he saw me sad after seeing HP.

"Eat a lot and don't overdo it!" advice Dion.

Haist ... What thoughts is this?

I allowed my view. There was fear in my heart. If I keep looking at it, I'm afraid I'm going to experience deja vu rasa.

"You rest, yeah! I'm going to the mushola first" said Dion, wiping the hair on the top of my head.

I'm nodding. I looked at Dion's back who immediately disappeared behind the door.

"Why is it that when I'm like this, he's the one here?" muttered.

*****

Kristy PoV

"Kris, WA mbakmu! Tell me that you can't wait in the hospital because you're not well" tell me.

"Okay, Ma" I replied.

Mom looks weak. His face was a little pale and his eyes looked lethargic.

"Mama, don't eat late again! If it hurts, my mother feels it" I said.

"Where would you like to eat, Kris? Mama pity to see your mother," confided Mama.

I just kept quiet to justify my mother's words. I also know, it's not only Miss Rosa who is tormented but my mother is actually the one who is sicker. Mama was faced with a situation that was equally burdensome. Choose the happiness of Ms. Rosa or follow the decision of our extended family.

Mama's stomach infection recurrence this time too, surely because his mind is too burdened.

"It's a good thing there's Mas Dion, yeah, Ma!" I tried to divert Mama's mind.

"Yes Kris, the child is always present at the right time" said Mama.

The atmosphere was back silent. Mama and I drowned with our thoughts. I'm still confused why it was Mas Dion who was looking after Mbak Rosa and not Mas Rud who incidentally was the girlfriend of Mbak Rosa. Mom seemed to understand the situation. Where did Mas Rud disappear, and the mystery of Dion.