About the Heart

About Dion's Heart

Ahh ... On!

I would go crazy if I imagined being you!

"Did you realize I was crazy for loving you?" Dion broke my memory.

I gasped again, hearing Dion's question. It was as if I was reminded again, of her feelings for me overdosing. Surprisingly, it did not necessarily make him dying, but instead became even more determined to keep knocking me out.

"In ..." I called out to Dion as I set my eyes on her shade.

Dion did not answer my greeting, he just turned to look at me with a smile. I hesitated to ask again.

"Kok, even diem," Dion saw me again.

"In that crazy way, do you love me?" I asked with a little stammering.

"How do you think?" Dion asked back.

I rolled my eyeballs. Said to be thinking of finding Dion's answer, it wasn't. Just confused about what I feel.

"I think so" I replied later.

"Well, just keep feeling, you'll know how crazy I love you" Dion replied.

"My love for you that "ABOUT HATi" will not be touched by superficial thinking.

So, if you're asking me why I could love you this crazy, it's because of "YOU". Because it is you that my heart chooses to love. Because only you can make my eyes never turn to look at you. Because you always make my heartbeat keep beating. Because you're the reason I love you. You, all your nature, all about you "I LOVE"," Dion gave an explanation.

I was confused by Dion's answer. Reason for loving me for "ME". Aah ... My mind has not been able to digest the long explanation Dion gave.

"You're confused" Dion asked again.

I'm nodding. Dion smiled and stroked my hair with his left hand.

"Well, how come we're here," I asked after Dion turned his car into a cafe.

"It's better to talk here than in the car" Dion gave an excuse.

I'm confirming Dion's reasoning. I took off the safety belt, Dion was the same.

"Come, get off" Dion asked.

"You got a change of clothes for me, don't you, Di?" I asked Dion because I was not comfortable wearing a kebaya to the cafe.

"There's a t-shirt with jeans, you want," Dion bargained.

"Kaos is okay, but if your pants must be dirty," I explained.

"Geez, don't 'pa' wear these clothes, I don't change either" Dion explained.

"Yes," I agree.

We immediately got out of the car and entered the cafe that has the design of the flower garden. Dion walks to the table located in the outdoor, with an atmosphere like a flower garden with a colorful flower beds in the style of Indian films.

"Woww, it's so beautiful" I'm fascinated by the design concept.

"Beautiful, like you," Dion began to throw out his fist.

"Beautiful, I am" I replied with a smile.

"That's for sure" Dion clasped my hand.

"What is this," I pointed at Dion's hand that was adrift on my finger.

"Follow me" asked Dion.

I also put my step next to him. He took us to an instagramable point in the cafe. A corner with decorations of flowers formed to resemble a giant heart shape into a beautiful photo spot.

"Here," Dion put my body in his arms.

"Senyuuum" Dion managed to take 1 photo of us.

"Feeling prewed deh Di, the spot is like this, trus we use kebaya couple-an," I chanted.

Dion smiling. A very sweet smile.

"1 more yes" suggested Dion.

"Mas, ask me to take a photo, yes" Dion asked a man who looked like a photographer.

"Good pose, yes," the man asked.

Dion pulled me gently until I faced him. One of her hands was beautifully wrapped around my waist, while the other 1 hand was holding onto my chin, which spontaneously looked up at her face, due to the sudden pull of my body. My eyes accidentally looked into his eyes.

"The pose is really good," the man's value while returning Dion's HP.

The man also gave Dion a business card.

"Contact me, if you need a photographer for your event. And I'm sorry, I took a picture of you guys with my camera, don't mind, do I?" permission of the man.

"No problem, thank you and sorry for interrupting your time" Dion said.

After the man who claimed to be the photographer, Dion led my way to a table not far away. Dion chose a small table with a blue sofa on 1 side. A special table for 2 people.

"Look at us, our picture" Dion showed us the picture.

"Good," I said.

Dion smiled at me.

"Emang must be yes, so the wallpaper is," I asked, when our photo was used as wallpaper HP Dion.

"Not necessarily, but obligatory" said Dion.

"It's up to you, Di," I said.

"You mad?" Dion asked while sipping on the warm lemon tea freshly served by waitress.

"The intent is, that is, but ..." I hung up my sentence.

Dion looked at me. Waiting for my next sentence that I never finished.

"But what?" Dion was impatient.

"This time, I'm sorry," I said.

A smile rose on Dion's lips after hearing me speak. He went back to sipping his lemon tea until only half was left.

"You want that conversation, don't you?" Dion reminded me of our purpose in stopping by this cafe.

"So where was it? I forgot, "I said honestly.

"You're confused as to why I love you because of "YOU"!" Dion explained.

"Oh yes" I remember.

Instead of continuing to ask for an explanation, I followed by sipping mineral water that I had ordered. I am confused to ask what? My question that was milling about, as if forgotten by the romantic photo session earlier.

"Hey," Dion called me.

I haven't noticed Dion's call that's been repeated so many times. My mind is still floating somewhere.

The cup!

A gentle kiss landed on my right cheek. I flinched consciously from my daydream. I turned my head straight to the right, where the kiss came from. I found a face so close to my face. His lips wrapped in a triumphant smile.

"What are you doing, it's not polite to know," I grumbled.

"You daydreaming ap? I've been calling him unconscious" Dion said.

"I don't daydream, you don't seek justification for your theft against me" I was angry.

"Do I need to open the CCTV?" bargain Dion.

"Come on!" ask me to find evidence of my anger.

Actually my heart is shrinking too. I realized that from then on, I was daydreaming. But it was his act of kissing me, even if it was just a kiss on the cheek, but it was not a legal act I could accept.

Dion remained seated leisurely in his position. He pulled me back to sit down.

"I'm sorry, don't be angry anymore" Dion began the conversation.

I'm back in my sitting position. It's just that my face is still a sullen friend.

"Is that kiss really something that's precious for you to keep?" Dion stroked my hair.

I just kept quiet, I turned my gaze in the other direction, avoiding her face which was only 10 cm away from my right cheek. Dion smiled at my nervousness.

"I should know, you're still so holy for things like that. For 10 years with me, I know, you've never been close to another guy. But I don't know, as long as you're with her. I don't think this is going to make you this angry. Sorry, i!" Dion was long with a description he said.

"You don't have to remind me of him" I said, understanding who Dion meant

Dion smiled and again took my finger to grasp it. Dion was still positioning himself against me from my right.

"Hopefully, the kiss I took was the beginning of another kiss that I will get next with your permission." Dion whispered his words softly in my right ear.