About the Heart

Imamku Candidate

The dawn prayer has been reverberated. I heard a sweet sound in my ears. I forced her to open my eyes that still precipitate drowsiness. A little open but will slowly return to painting dreams. But before successfully playing in the dreamland, there was a knock from my bedroom door.

Tumben, who woke me up at this hour? Kristy and Mama haven't done that since I was an adult. I can do my duty to the Divine without being reminded again. Always and on time.

''I'm up, I'm up" I replied, signalling that anyone out there would no longer knock on the door.

"Come, pray the congregation," the voice replied.

Hah ... pray congregation? Male voice? Dion's? How come? I also came down from my bed. Didn't care about my appearance being somehow chaotic.

Chequek!

My bedroom door is half open. I blinked my eyes. I can't believe what my sense of sight caught. Man in a glove, a cocoa shirt and a cane. How handsome.

"Pipetan wudhu, still surprised at my good looks," Dion ordered with a blink of his eye.

I also closed my bedroom door. Many questions hang in my mind. Wh who? Wh why? Hows it? When's? Aahhhh .. Anyway all the question words successfully filled my brain.

I washed my limbs with ablution water. Clear my mind of the various questions about lovers who suddenly could be in my house to invite the congregation's morning prayers. I immediately finished my wudhuku and closed it with a prayer. Then I lightened my steps towards the prayer room to meet my future priest. I saw Dion waiting for me by reciting his dhikr.

Honey, is this the other side of you that is so beautiful?

"Is he ready?" dion asked when he realized I was behind him.

I nodded, still confused to find the reality when dawn greeted me. The fact that my Dion piety was above my expectations.

This prayer of two rakaats, like a long worship that washed me away in obscurity. The peace of the morning adorned by the sound of Dion chanting the verses of the Qur'an brought me to a serenity that filled my whole soul.

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah. With you as my halal imam. He extended his right hand. I greeted her with a smile and immediately brought her to meet my sense of smell.

Dion smiled, I feel like your husband."

"Make, me, your wife," I asked in unconscious speech.

"As soon as possible" promised Dion, peeping at my forehead.

Baper ... baper ... baper ....

Di, I can't stand that you've always been this romantic. I'm afraid you'll be taken by the actors, if only they knew you were this perfect.

Quick halalin, me!

My brain seems to be starting to shut down. I shook my head slowly, driving out thoughts beyond the limits that attacked me.

Dion looked at me with a smile, "The baby is my wife?"

Why is that question jleb. Right on my hayal results. Should I be embarrassed or happy? But it feels useless I'm ashamed, anyway Dion can know without me having to explain it.

"Well, honey!" dion said with a gentle smile.

Tuh, shot gini I became a drunk, right? It must have been obvious that I was wrong. Love is love, but to unite in a happy spirit? I still need time.

Dion rubbed back my head that was still hiding behind me. "Don't think about it, I'll wait for you to be ready to be my wife, no matter how long it takes. Either next month, next year or in my next life."

Time passed without a word. I was struck by her words that made me happy to be the queen in her heart. He was silent because he noticed me who was also silent.

"Come, we're sports" Dion asked. He then grabbed my hand to stand up. He looked at me with a smile, "i haven't sweated in a long time."

"Sir Rosa, don't poison Mas Dion with a dirty mind" Kristy said last night.

Ish ...!

*****

The atmosphere is still dark, the cool air that cools to witness us exercising. Yes ... morning exercise .. cycling. Actually more appropriately called Dion who exercises. He's the one pedaling the bike and I'm sitting quietly behind him. We walked along the streets of my home complex, passed a small lake and stopped the bicycle wheels there.

"I want to run, you don't?" bargain Dion.

I didn't answer, just cross-marked with both hands. Dion smiled, "You haven't changed, yes, it's been hard to get involved in sports. You're here, don't run away from my love."

I noticed the man. The long steps that befriended the sweat seemed very tempting to my eyes. Why didn't I see his charming charm? I could have been blind for ten years. Can hate cover up perfection?

I was too engrossed in enjoying the beauty of it, until unknowingly he had been sitting near me. He took a bottle of water and drank it. Oh ... I'm getting tempted. His ascending and falling hair, his sweat-soaked hair, aahhh .. has utterly destroyed my faith!

"Do we have to go home now?" dion asked, dashing my imagination.

"Why?" askaku.

"You are too eager to see me" he replied lightly.

Blast it!

I was sniffed for the umpteenth time. Embarrassed? Maybe I'm ashamed to be a scapegoat because of me. Ahh ... bodo. I am also free to kink. Should I be ashamed in front of him?

"Well, yuk!" again Dion made me an offer.

"I have three requests" I joked.

"I feel like a genie" said Dion.

"Yes, you genie, I'm tens of years old, not bored." I explained.

Dion smiled smirk, "But love is the end of it, crazy."

"Nothing, yeah, so! You're the one who's crazy about me," I take my bike and ride it.

I take my pink bike easy. The bike I bought with my first salary. "Well, how, so heavy?" I looked back and I saw Dion sitting in the arm. Her sweet smile was against my wry expression.

"Down, I'm where strong your bells are!" my orders.

"If that love has to go along the way, dear. Sometimes I'm ahead to guide you, but I can also be behind to support you. I'm not behind it means giving up completely in your step, I'll still lighten your way." Dion melted my heart again.

"Morning don't be a dreadlocks, I'll be nauseous" I grumbled.

"Would my touch last night make me a future father so soon?" dion teased me again.

These last words, turn my ears. The temptation is no longer funny. What if the words were heard by someone else? Wouldn't it be a slander? Did he forget that netijen's nyinyisannya pedesesnya more than chili Moruga Scorpion from Trinidad and Tobago, the world's hottest chili peppers that not only make a moment of inner birth, but also deadly.

I want to pedal again the bike that had stopped. Suddenly, Dion took over my bike handlebars. "You can't be tired, honey, you have to take care of our fetus."

Honey, the more you make me want to eat you, the more your temptation embarrasses me. But to be honest, in the corner of my heart, I was happy with the fantasy of the future he wanted to make with me.

'Hold on tight, yeah, baby!" Dion rubbed my coiled hand on his stomach. She smiled, "Always be happy beside me!"