About the Heart

Jealous

Dion then hugged me, "I'm jealous, my dear!"

I nailed him in his arms, not knowing how to respond to his treatment.

"Be quiet" he said as I was about to release his embrace.

I was silent, no longer intending to be away from her arms. I let him let go of the jealousy that was so strong against him.

"You're mine, only mine,"

The cup!

I gasped when all of a sudden, Dion kissed my lips at a glance. Soft and able to make my heart beat great. It never happened that Dion would do this. I'm still pecking with the spontaneous action earlier.

"I'm sorry, I!" Dion kissed my forehead very softly.

He then led me to sit down. He took off my fingers, and leaned his back against the sofa. He lifted his head and closed his eyes.

I was glued back, I never saw Dion so jealous of the man who approached me. In the past, he used to say he was jealous when a man tried to get close to me. Tell me directly, but never once touched me, let alone touched my lips.

My lips!

Yes ... I keep my lips from anyone's touch.

And that was ... Dion took it for granted.

Not something deeper, but it's enough to make me judge if I'm not good at looking after him.

I feel stained.

Tarnished, just because something took it without my permission.

Ahh ..

"I'm sorry, I'm getting carried away with emotions" Dion said, still in his position.

He then opened his eyes, "i shouldn't have done that."

Quiescent.

I'm silent.

He was silent too.

I saw him so frustrated, either frustrated by the jealousy that struck his heart or because his spontaneous lips attacked mine.

"Here you go, don't apologize anymore" I stared at him.

I took his left hand and grasped it, "my lips are not hurt but it seems that your heart is badly hurt."

I put my hand on his chest, "is that how I hurt you?"

"No," Dion paused his sentence.

"I hurt myself, I can't control my feelings." explains Dion.

"Di, loving me doesn't mean you always blame yourself if you get hurt because of me. It's our relationship, if you get hurt, it's because I hurt you, and vice versa. No wound is created and heals on its own, if it is never treated" I explained.

We fell silent, introspecting ourselves with the sentences that had just been chanted, either from me or from him.

"Aryan," Dion gives a clue to his jealousy.

Dion let his back away from the back of the sofa, he steadied his posture and twisted his body before me. He looked at me, blasting right in the clear black pupils of my eyes.

"I'm jealous to see you with Aryan" Dion said.

"He's my boss, Mas Rud's replacement." I explained.

"Don't give her a chance to take Rud's place, in your heart" she asked.

"Where is it possible, there is you in my heart" I said.

"I believe you, but I don't believe in her sincerity of being friends with you" Dion suspected.

Dion's still staring at me. The usually shady eyes, now emit a mixed sense bias. Jealousy and excitement that whack the owner. I poked both my palms on her cheeks. I glanced gently at those blazing eyes.

"Honey, as long as you're beside me, before we commit, have I played around with those feelings you're jealous of? Have I ever given them false hope?" my many.

"You .. I've always been sniffing at you, because I don't have a taste for you, and don't I do the same for those who like me. Have I ever asked you or them to wait until my love is there for you? Ever been?"

Dion just kept looking at me. I saw his eyes start to glaze over. Dots of water began to gather to form clouds that would turn into a patter of tears.

"I used to reject all the guys I didn't like, and now I'm still the same guy. I love you, I won't let you keep fighting for your heart, now trust me to take care of my heart just for you" I said.

I put both my hands around her neck, "I love you."

The cup!

I kissed his lips at a glance.

I don't know where that courage came from.

I was the one who cursed him who stole my lips, now I am the thief.

Dion was surprised by my courage. But he quickly mastered his feelings. Normalize again the expression of his face that had jerked.

Dion put his index finger on my lips, "Save this after I justify you."

"My fault for stealing it and the retribution you give, is a mistake we must not repeat before I hold you in my charge as your priest. I'm afraid I've taken what you've taken care of so much, I've failed to take care of you, I'm sorry, I!" Dion took off my hand that was still wrapped around his neck.

I'm shy. I bow my head. I felt a sweet kiss on my forehead. Dion rattled the hair at the top of my head, "be the adorable Rosa, don't be aggressive!"

I pouted hearing Dion's words. The smile that began to spread on his lips was as if it was insinuating me subtly. I hit his chest. He caught my left wrist.

"I have something for you" he said.

Dion took out a heart-shaped box from the drawer on the deck we were sitting in, "I leave this to you!"

Dion wore a blue-eyed silver chain bracelet on my left wrist. She smiled sweetly, as the bracelet looked beautiful in my hand.

Why Dion likes to leave jewelry to me. Earrings that time alone, still a mystery, this is already no bracelet again. I need to find out the explanation for all this.

"What do you mean by the earrings and the bracelet you put on me, Di?" i wonder.

Instead of answering, Dion stood up and walked towards the kitchen. I followed him and waited for answers to my questions. Sometimes I called him, but he was even engrossed in sipping water that he had just taken.

"Di," I cried spoiled.

"Drink!" his orders.

Dion thrust the glass in his hand to my lips, "Wet your throat, today you're so chatty, dear."

I finished the water in the glass. Dion smiled with satisfaction, I suspect, there must be something wrong. Oh My Good!

Wasn't this the glass? It's water he didn't spend, and I drank it.

"Why did you let me drink on your lip?" grumbling.

"Do you mind?" tanyanya.

"You think?" I asked back.

"Rasulullah just drank on the glass of Sayyida Aisyah, why should you mind drinking on my lips?" goda.

I tried to punch him in the arm. However, what happened, it was precisely me who staggered into his arms. I was about to break away, but she tightened her embrace. She flipped my body so she could hug me from behind.

"Ear, I want your ears to hear only the whispers of love from me, not from another man." whispered Dion in my right ear.

I raised my head. My height difference with her made her have to duck a little to get back to kissing the hair at the top of my head.

"I was selfish, I let you go that day, so you can feel how your day is without me. I'm sure you'll come back to my side, and that's true even if you have to get hurt by it" Dion said.

I turned my body. I lifted my head so that my gaze could reach his eyes.I pointed at the bracelet on my left hand, "Then, this?"