About the Heart

How about Dag Dig Dug?

My aura of tension is really hard for me to control. For some reason, this time I felt that I was in a very similar situation, when I had to meet Dion, at Tria and Rio's application event at that time. And also, this tension is like when I had to meet him, at our graduation show 4 months ago.

"Is this the influence of the kebaya I wear? my inner.

Aye right? Every time you wear a kebaya, there is always a feeling of thumping. Dag dig dug is not careless.

"Sa, how do you think you're so nervous? What's up?" ask Dion.

How do I answer Dion's question? Do I, I have to be honest that I'm tense because of this situation. The situation where my heart trembled violently due to having to wear a kebaya couple. Really not a Lebai?

"Hey .. relax!" said Dion.

"In, were you invited, why come?" ask me to dilute the atmosphere and camouflage my mixed feelings.

Dion looked at me full of probes. Probably didn't expect to get this weird question from me.

"Is that what you are Sa? Relax as I looked after you in the hospital yesterday!" said Dion by hooking his left finger in my right fingers

Instead of being more relaxed, I became more tense. The grip of his hand even made my heart rhythm faster.

Why these?

"I want you to think of me as a place where you share and come back!" obviously Dion again.

I looked at Dion's words. I remember being in the hospital yesterday. How was it at first, but all of a sudden I was really comfortable around him not even hesitating to hug him and tell him how I felt.

Before that, there was never any closeness between me and Dion. Physical contact, at most just a hand grip, it also happened during the last shooting.

That's all!

But yesterday it was just how embarrassing. I who lightly, many times dropped in his arms.

Was that fragile woman an alarm to take away her heart?

I don't know ...!

"Rendra is my cousin!" dion answered to parse my daydream.

"Don't nag, you!" I started to get carried away by the flow of jokes.

"It's real! That's why yesterday I was familiar" Dion explained.

That's true, I admit it.

Yesterday I saw them having a conversation, which was clearly legible, if it wasn't the chatter of people who just knew each other.

"Since when, have you been interested in my personal affairs?" ask Dion back.

Yes .. I never cared about Dion and everything about him.

Rendra is his son, who lives in Yogya. Therefore, yesterday Maya said 4 days, because back to Yogya with Rendra. His intentions were only acquaintances, but he was immediately asked to apply" Dion explained.

"Why do you know more?" grumbling.

"Because you're busy taking care of your own heart!" answer jerks me.

I averted my eyes. Did my pain yesterday really make everyone really have to keep my feelings?

"Easy! Let's smile again! You're so beautiful in this outfit," praised Dion for bringing me back to the dag dig dug.

I smiled, I don't know where this smile came from, but I was happy to hear his praise to me. And it looks like my cheek is showing a red hue so filled. This is the first time, I'm not angry and sniffed at his appeal. And I just feel happy.

Truly, the human heart is easily turned upside down.

*****

Kristy PoV

After Ms. Rosa and Mas Dion left, my mother and I had a chat on the porch.

"Ma, Kristy will, have a husband like Mas Dion" I said.

"Cochen, Dion? Not the Korean oppa-oppa you want?" ask mama.

"The real thing is more secure, Ma," I replied.

"Dion is a good boy" Mama revealed.

"Mas Rud is actually also good, heck, Ma, but alas, he's not a fighter!" mylm.

"We don't know what he's going through, so we don't have the right to judge his decision" Mama said.

"Anyway, make Kristy, Mas Dion the best!"indigo.

"Do you need a mate, you're the same as your Dion, that?" seductive Mama.

"Got ah, Ma! His love for Dion, it's only for Ms. Rosa" I explained.

My mother smiled at my explanation. She knew very well that everything I said was the truth. Especially with the incident in the hospital yesterday, it is the strongest evidence that Mas Dion is a man who sincerely loves Mbak Rosa. At least, that's how I and my mom judged Mas Dion.