About the Heart

Don't Flirt with me

My family room lights are still bright. Boisterous television broadcasts a singing talent search. The occasional casual chatter interspersed with crisp laughter, sounded echoing. The night had reached 21:00, but Mama and Kristy had not slept.

"Ma, laper," whined Kristy.

"If the laper does eat, it's fried rice that you prepare for your mama," explained Mama.

"You're the other one, Ma," said Kristy.

"Ma ...," a typical male voice sounded in my family room.

Mama and Kristy who were chatting also, turned to the congregation. I entered at the same time as Dion, went straight to my room to put my bag. Dion went straight to Mama and Kristy

"When, when did the dateng, he said a week in Yogya?" Mom moved from her seat.

Dion kissed Mama's hand and handed her the paper bag she was carrying, "So afternoon, Ma. It's a gift for Mama and Kristy."

"Thank you, even ngerepotin," said Mama.

Dion smiling. Mama left the living room to keep a paper bag from Dion. Meanwhile, Dion, chose to sit next to Kristy who was busy watching TV while slipping on the carpet.

"Well, can't you miss Rosa, huh, Mas? Two days to go home again" teased Kristy.

Dion spread his smile, "Adek Mas is just know, it feels like Mas already want to spit-cepet makmu's marriage, Mas not strong far from him."

"Th ... Dion, I said Mama, yes!" threaten Kristy.

"What did you say?" asked Mama who suddenly appeared while carrying a tray containing two glasses of angel tea.

"Mas Dion is married, Ma," Kristy told me.

Dion, who was embarrassed, seemed to be scratching his head that did not itch. His smile was rimmed with shame but wanted. I who had just sat on the carpet joined them, was immediately asked a question by Mama.

"Sa, when are you getting married, Dion?" shoot Mama.

I was just about to grab my favorite leg pillow, behind Dion, so it was as if I was stuck right in his arms. A few seconds of time stopped, without me consciously enjoying the scent of Dion's body that washed me away. His handsome face that was only 10 cm in front of me was increasingly hypnotizing me.

"Then, according to Mama and Kristy," Dion's words run back to the time that had stalled. I pulled myself out of front of him as soon as possible. Dion picked up the dark brown pillow behind him and handed it to me.

"Just asked if it's groggy, how about the horrors of ijab qobul?" Kristy laughed.

I'm ashamed, really embarrassed. Especially with the scene that I did not deserve to show in front of them.

"Me, sleep first, yeah. It's malem," I said as I moved from my seat.

Not yet able to stand perfectly, Dion had already reached my hand to ask me to sit back. I, too, would not want to follow his directions.

"Sit down, I won't force you" Dion asked with a sweet smile.

"Mak Rosa, don't sell expensive, then left behind Mas Dion crying," Kristy again teased me.

"Mrs ...!" I sought refuge from my mother.

"Kristy ... already! This is already malem, later in the community, considered to make a fuss." Mama mediates.

"Son Dion, are you ready, have Rosa's wife? Still spoiled like this Mama," instead Mama teased me.

"Amahh ... Mama," I'm pouting.

"In, you go home gih, already malem, will be raided by residents," I said as I pulled Dion's hand to immediately stand up from his seat.

"That's what Mas Dion wants, Ma'am, let's get married." Kristy said with a smile.

"Hust ... Marriage used to be newly married," whispered Dion down to Maya, because he did not want to sound Mama.

Dion stood up and approached Mama, "Ma, Dion said yes."

"Be careful, you must be tired of just coming home from Yogya" said Mama.

"Have it done, let's go home" I said, pushing Dion's body out of the house.

"Yesterday kangen-kangen, now expelled," cried Kristy.

*****

I lay my body on the bed. Rest my tired soul all day. Not only tired from work, but also from having to deal with the feelings of two men. I began to close my eyes, trying to play as soon as possible in dreamland. Suddenly, my HP rang. The first phone I ignored, though I was curious about the caller's identity. The second ring, I can't ignore. I finally took the HP that was in the nightstand.

"Sir Aryan," I murmured.

Why phone? Lift it up, will you? Wouldn't it matter if I picked it up? Or did I just leave it alone, huh? Maybe he thinks I'm asleep. However ....

"Yes, Sir. What's up?" I finally decided to lift it.

"I thought you were asleep" said Mr. Aryan.

"No, Sir. Is there a problem with my job, why are you calling me at this hour?" my many.

"Can I just call you about work? I want to call you as a friend" Mr. Aryan said.

I felt that Dion's worries for me were beginning to show the truth. In my opinion, call Mr. Aryan tonight, just as a mode.

"Father may call me a friend, if anything matters" I replied.

"How did you watch it?" ask Mr. Aryan later.

Did I misunderstand? He only asked about his failed plan. Maybe he's just not feeling good about leaving the show he's been having with us.

"We, don't watch, sir," I replied.

"You, so go with your girlfriend, huh?" there was a smile from his question.

"Yes, sir," I answered honestly.

"I'm happy to finally get to know your boyfriend" said Mr. Aryan.

Why is he so happy to know Dion? Is it a sign that he can find out how tough his rival is to take me. Aish .. why do I always think negatively about her.

"I can feel that your boyfriend loves you so much. You're lucky to get it" Mr. Aryan said.

"Mr, right. Dion loved me so much. It took a lot of struggle for her to get my heart, sir," I obviously meant to tell her how much Dion loved me.

"Getting you should never give up, huh? That is precisely what makes men more challenged," said Mr. Aryan.

Wait, Sir! What you mean is, the struggle of my girlfriend or the feeling of the Father to have to fight for me. Oh My God, negative thinking again .. Sorry sir, I always thought badly of you.

"Oh yeah, Sa, when will we celebrate our friendship?" ask Mr. Aryan.

"We, Sir?" i'm clarifying.

"Yes, we are" Mr. Aryan assured.

"I mean Mr, Maya, Mas Rendra, and me right?" tanyaku.

"Yes," Mr. Aryan calmly answered him.

"You think I'm gonna take you to watch it together? You don't have to be afraid, I know you have a boyfriend, really," Mr. Aryan made me a little more comfortable.

"I'm just making sure, sir," my excuse.

The father who frightened me. Not afraid because my heart will be divided, but I'm afraid you like me more and can not muffle the feelings that arise afterwards. However, I can feel the treatment of the Father to me is more than the assumption of the Father as a friend. I can feel from your gaze at me that there is a sense of more stored in your heart.

"Calm down, Sa, I'm not some guy's boyfriend snatch, really. The snatch of people's future wives, maybe." he said with a laugh.

"Mr ...!" I call him full of emphasis.

"I was kidding" he said later.

"Well, I just want to make sure you still want to be friends with me, after I met your boyfriend earlier. Have a good rest, yes!" hang up from Mr. Aryan.

Those closing words I need to digest more deeply. What does he mean hide?

Mr. Aryan, don't tease me!