About the Heart

Kabaya

Kristy PoV

"Kris, give this to Rosa!" Dion gave me a paper bag.

"What's up, Mas?" my many.

"Power for Maya's proposal show!" answer Mas Dion.

"Owgh .. Don't love yourself!" my advice.

"Let her nostalgic as she feels!" answer Mas Dion.

Dion looked around.

"Mama, where?" ask Dion later.

"There's a wedding ceremony, Mas, at the end of the house" I explained.

"If so, it's for you and your mom!" martabak MASka so it was written on the box that Dion handed me.

"Thank you," I said.

"I'll go home first! Greetings to mama" said Mas Dion.

*****

Kristy saw the paper bag in her hand. The door to my room was closed, making Kristy hesitate to give it to me.

"Please now or tomorrow?" Kristy hesitates.

Kristy walked back and forth in front of my bedroom door.

Crews!

Kristy was shocked when my door opened and I went out.

"Sir, there's a seat!'' Kristy handed me the paper bag.

"From?" my many.

"Mas Dion" replied Kristy.

I scrunched my forehead. Wondering what the contents of a paper bag from Dion are. Why should be copied? Didn't he just enter my room?

Oh yes, I threw him out!

Without waiting for long, I opened the paper bag on the sofa of the living room.

"That's a great danger!" kristy's worth looking at my paper bag.

I approve of Kristy's assessment. Kebaya which has a blend of blue tosca and dark gray, is indeed calm and elegant.

"Cobain, Ma'am!" kristy Pinta.

"Tomorrow, yeah! No longer in the mood, I refused.

I put the kebaya back in the paper bag and took it to my room. I just put it on the couch and I chose to lay my body on the bed.

"Boy!" muttered.

I thought I was flying to one day, where Mas Rud asked me to buy a kebaya couple.

So sweet! The praise from many eyes in the boutique about our series, still remembered fresh in my mind. The prayers from them, so that we could immediately step into the pelaminan, which at that time sounded melodious, now it really felt like a painful wound incision.

"Armrghhhh!" I shook my head trying to shake off those memories.

Kebaya from him at that time was the beginning of our dream to be able to wear it again at the application event and then at the sacred wedding.

Ahhh ... The beautiful dream that finally had to wake up during the beautiful middle dream, continued to haunt my mind.

"But do you remember those beautiful dreams that we wanted to knit together?" ask me on the night wind that blows.

Melted my tears again. Then came her sweet smile, accompanying the beautiful promises she offered.

It was really hard to erase the trace of her love from my heart and mind..I took a deep breath..Slowly let go of Mas Rud's kebaya and turned my eyes to Dion's paper bag.

"Akaya," I muttered.

Kebaya again!

This time from a different man.

The man who gave me love.

The Dion I rejected and the Mas Rud who now rejected me.

Di, there's nothing wrong with your kebaya. What was wrong was that I was still held captive, by the promise behind the kebaya Mas Rud gave me. Not that I don't want to touch your heart! But I'm afraid, your kebaya will leave a story, which I will find difficult to erase!

The kebaya!

Can you tell me when love will take me to stop looking?

Can you show me where my heart will be forever?

And can you lead me, to whom do I finally possess the taste?

*****

The Rud PoV

The expanse of my memory, clearly illustrated, when the closet with a modern design shows a batik shirt hanging by itself without friends.

I didn't stop staring at him. My gaze focused, as if reading clearly, on the story behind the ownership of the shirt.

"This is our dream. The dream has just begun and must be over! Painful beautiful dreams." I spoke to myself.

"Don't you ask me again about my promise to you!" I hold back my tears.

"Really, I'm a coward! Just defending you I'm powerless!" I'm angry with myself.

I threw my body into the bed. I close my eyes again, hoping that all the memories that have shackled my mind can be released soon.