About the Heart

What a Sweet Boyfriend

I began to reduce my speed of steps, when I was sure I had kept a considerable distance from Mr. Aryan. I stopped my steps at a stop. I rested my breath. I took a deep breath to normalize my heartbeat.

I looked at the car that was lying in front of me. Far across the street, I recognized a face. The tall man in a neat suit wrapped his gallant body. There was a woman whose face was so familiar in my memory.

"Rianti ..." I mentioned a woman's name.

Yes ... that's Rianti. Although our distance was quite far and her appearance had changed a little, but it could not erase my memory of her innocent pretty face. It was the same Rianti as Riantiku, Rianti who used to always spend his time at my house to race to eat extra spicy instant noodles.

Hmmmm ... Why is Rianti with him?

Tin-tin-tin!

A car horn sound stopped the analyses playing in my brain. I'm looking for the owner of the car that bugged me. A man, get off the wheel.

"He, again," I murmured.

I turned my gaze towards the previous direction, already changing actors. "I lost the target."

"See what, anyway?" mr. Aryan's voice returned me to the real world.

"Nothing" I replied lightly.

I was shocked when suddenly Mr. Aryan took my right hand and turned it over. A piece of blue-colored money, he placed it on the palm of my hand that he had just returned.

Mr. Aryan sat down next to me, "Take me as your friend, I won't interfere with your relationship with Dion."

This is the first time Par Aryan has mentioned Dion's name. Usually he just calls it "my girlfriend".

"We're friends, sir," I explained.

"In a friendship, there is no money. Treatments are common." said Mr. Aryan, pointing the money in my hand.

I tilted a little at him, "Father said nothing's free!"

A smile appeared on Mr. Aryan's face. She cleared her throat, "When anyone says that, don't play around."

I left because I didn't want to have long business with you.

"What did you want to say?" tanyaku later.

"I want to take you home" replied Mr. Aryan kalem.

"Driver online," Par Aryan raised his HP with a grinning smile.

"Today I'm taking the bus, sir. First, yes!" I said as soon as I got on the bus that had just arrived.

I noticed for a moment, Mr. Aryan was still sitting at the stop waving his hands at me. I sighed, "save."

*****

I threw my body rough on the living room couch. My body is really tired today. A day at work with no one to joke with, it's boring.

"I guess, really tired, Ma'am?" ask Kristy who's watching TV.

"Hu uh," I replied weakly.

"Wash again?" Kristy asked again.

"I'm stray," my story is short.

"Kok, can?" ask a question to find an answer.

"Care," I answered.

Eitttsss ... wait! Why did Kristy's voice change? I opened my eyes which I had closed. I was shocked when I found Dion in my eyes, "You!"

Dion smiled as he thrust a glass of anget tea at me, "Drink!"

I immediately sat down and took a sip of the warmth Dion had to offer. This tea slowly restored my depleted strength.

"Why can it be stray?" dion asked while sitting on the carpet right in front of me.

"I got the wrong bus," I replied after sipping my anget tea without any rest.

I saw Dion roll up his shirt sleeves, "Here, I'm an incandescent!"

Dion was about to massage my right leg. Spontaneously, I pulled the leg he was about to touch.

"No need, Di," I tried to resist the massage.

"If Sister Rosa doesn't want to, I'll just flirt, Mom!" chirps Kristy.

A sofa pillow I lay towards my sister. He rubbed his head which received my gift. Meanwhile, Dion kept on scolding me while smiling at me and Kristy.

"Eat him do not refuse, Ma'am, on the outside there must be many who want to be tempted by Mas Dion, the same, like me here. Mas Dion is also new come, Ma'am, but he still wants incandescent, not good what try?" cerocos Kristy without taking her eyes off the television screen.

I looked at Dion's face, "Well, Di?"

Dion just smiled. Wow ... true what Kristy said. Dione ... Dion ... You are not good what try? Thinking more of me than yourself. Thank you, honey, this gentle massage of yours has made me comfortable. Comfortable in the legs but uncomfortable in the feeling.

"Udah, Di, I'm fine, you're tired too" I said so he could rest.

"Mijit is like a person in love, If only felt but not revealed completely, it hurts. Similarly, if the foot is just one foot, the foot next to it will hurt as well." Dion begins to tinker with Dion, combing.

"All right, free," I said later.

"So why are you straying?" Dion repeated his question.

"Mistake the bus," I started telling stories.

"Dion saw me, "Tanpaku, you're wrong, honey. How can I not worry if I'm far away from you?"

"That's because of Mr. Aryan, why did you allow him to eat a lick with me?" i'm pouting.

"You didn't eat a bowl together, did you? Or did he even bribe you?" Dion was teasing me.

"Di!" I emphasized my calling.

"Why, Honey?" Dion teased me even more with his call and his expression.

"If you continue to tease, I really ask for a bribe Mr. Aryan, you know!" my threat.

Sebel .. sebel .. sebel ...!

I desperately kept my distance from Mr. Aryan, but Dion reacted casually instead. What is he not afraid of, if I have long had feelings for Mr Aryan?

Dion finished his massage, he then got out of his seat and moved to sit beside me. All of a sudden he kissed me on the forehead, "Where would Aryan want you to be so shabby, take a bath there!"

Floating again, I. Got a girlfriend, really, like this, anyway. I can replace you with another man in my heart. Whether it's Mr. Aryan, Ji Chang Wook my idol or even the Reynand who made me so nervous.

"Go take a shower, I'll take a shower!" pinta Dion stood up.

I scrunched my forehead, "M ... A ... N ... D ... I ...?"

"I took a shower in the back bathroom" explained Dion who had almost disappeared at the end of the living room.

Ish ... Ish ... my thoughts!

I could have thought he was going to do the forbidden act. Rosa, it looks like you should be in ruqyah soon! So that the jinn hanging out in your brain immediately scram.

"Sir Rosa, don't poison Mas Dion with a dirty mind!" chirp Kristy who has to get back to receiving a sofa pillow from me in her head.

*****

"Sir, there's a phone" Kristy called me from outside the room.

I combed the hair I just dried, "yes, wait a minute." I soon left my most comfortable room. I immediately headed to the living room where my HP was. I saw Dion was fresh sitting with Kristy on the carpet.

"Hello!" I'll give my hand to the guy on the other end of the phone named Mr. Aryan.

"I'm glad you've reached home, I saw you wrongly boarded the bus" said Mr. Aryan who managed to embarrass me.

"Remember, my girlfriend is smart enough to handle that. You don't have to worry." said Dion who was suddenly beside me.

I saw Mr. Aryan's face slightly changed. Perhaps he was surprised by Dion's presence on his call. I am also confused about my girlfriend. Mr. Aryan's repeated calls were not lifted. However, instead follow me when I lift it up. It's a funny jealousy, honey!

Dion took the HP out of my hand, and shifted his body. "Good night, good rest!"

I looked, the lover who made me flutter. I realized he loved me in a way, a way I used to hate, but now I love it.

"I'm jealous of you, but .. My love is greater than my selfishness. I love you, baby." she said while stroking my hair spoiled. He rolled his eyes at me. Handsome ... handsome. Aahh it's a good thing you're my lover, otherwise I think I'd go crazy admiring this beautiful creation.