About the Heart

The Three Hearts Long Episode

Hi loyal readers " About the Heart" ! This is a special episode. Wonder what specials? Don't forget to continue reading.

However, before that, the author will love you eye fresheners first.

Mr. Aryan

Rosa

Mas Rud's

Riantis

Key Achilles Sanjaya's

*****

"Sa, I'm back, yeah," Maya hugged me.

Mas Rendra who was queuing up behind Maya, moved forward as Maya released her embrace to me. "I also want to go back first, yes," said Mas Rendra while opening his hands wide. Suddenly, his steps were dragged backwards by a pull from the back of his shirt.

"Your cousin-to-be, you want to take it too."

Dion stepped closer to me after dragging Mas Rendra before Maya. "Darling, I'll go back, yeah. There is work to be done today as well. Later, let me know!" Dion kissed my forehead and smiled. A pinch on my nose she presented as a sweet gift this morning. "Don't play games, yeah! Later that night, I'll see if anything goes wrong with you."

*****

The atmosphere of the house is quiet. The three of them have gone home, while Kristy again CFD-an the same. Time has not left at nine in the morning, still one hour left, if Mr. Aryan is serious with his words last night. I followed Dion's advice, just relax. If he comes, I go with him. If he doesn't come, yeah, I'll relax.

My phone rang, revealing the name of the person I just thought of, Mr. Aryan.

"Open the gate dong, my good friend!" pinta Pak Aryan as soon as I pick up the phone.

I turned off the phone without answering her orders. I went straight out of the house to the front gate.

"Kok, not ready yet?" asked Mr. Aryan who was peeking from inside his car as I began to look in his eyes.

"I thought, I'm kidding, '" I replied casually.

"That means I'm not wrong to pick you up at this hour. Let's go straight, yuk!" take Mr. Aryan still from his car.

"It's still one o'clock, sir, it's only nine" I explained.

Mr. Aryan got out of his car and walked towards me. "Emang, you want to go to a charity auction wearing this shirt?"

I saw my clothes. A white t-shirt with a knee-length jeans skirt wrapped around my body. My hair is a ponytail. I smiled at my own appearance. Indeed, this is how I look at home. It is not appropriate to attend a formal event, especially for the family charity auction event Mr. Kenan Sanjaya. I know who that family is. Mr. Sanjaya is an entrepreneur assembling firearms, textiles and many other businesses. I then saw the appearance of Mr. Aryan. He wore a black sweat-shirt as a top. Patterned material pants or matching colored chino he chose for his subordinates.

"Sir, just dressed like that."

"Eat him, come on, let's go now. We make over our appearance, who knows can be cute a little." as long as Mr. Aryan.

"I am, already beautiful, sir, without make over" I said as I re-entered my home area.

I left Mr. Aryan's car parked in front of the gate. I took my little bag to put my wallet and my cell phone. Five minutes later, I was back. I closed the gate of my house and left Mr. Aryan sitting leaning on the front of his car.

I got into Mr. Aryan's car first. "Come, go, sir. Let's get you home too."

"You're not very romantic, anyway, Sa. You should wait for me to open the door first." said Mr. Aryan after sitting on the bench.

"I can still open the car door myself, sir." I said lightly. I immediately picked up my favorite flat object and pressed the name on the top call.

"In, I'm leaving first, yes," said I after Dion picked up my phone.

"Okay, honey." I hung up.

Mr. Aryan saw me. "Your courtship style is still, fun, yes. Not just being friendly in front of people."

"Shame, sir, it's old." I'm obviously relaxed.

I'm trying to be as normal as possible with Mr. Aryan. Dion said, just think of Mr. Aryan like my old school boy friends. You can joke if you know the limits so that he does not baper. And the challenge is physical contact.

After I followed Dion's advice, my feelings got a lot better. I no longer misbehave in front of him. That doesn't have to happen because the fact is I don't put a special taste for him other than a pure friendship.

"Father is old, no intention of getting married, sir?" ask me while smiling.

"The intention is, but what I want to marry, already belongs to people." said Mr. Aryan.

Don't tell me that girl, me, sir! Don't make me re-express the bad taste in front of you.

"I'm 28 years old, yes, not as old as you think." corrects Mr. Aryan.

"For me, the 28-year-old is old, sir." I smiled smirk.

"The right age to get married is five years apart" he explained later.

"That's just a theory, sir." I refute.

"But my age is fitting to marry a 23-year-old girl" Mr. Aryan raised both eyebrows while looking at me. "But you already have a boyfriend, I don't dwell." he explained later.

I held my two thumbs up to him. Lucky for Mr. Aryan to still know his position and mine.

Not felt, Mr. Aryan has parked his car. And he led me into a building.

"Make over him, yeah! Let's wait, little," asked Mr. Aryan to a woman of his age.

"Ready! You can also bring a girl," the beautiful woman replied while taking me to the reshuffle location.

The woman then began to make dough, daub here and there, finishing and finally be my face and hair metamorphosed into more beautiful of course.

"Now, you change clothes first, yeah. Aryan has chosen a dress for you." said the woman next.

"Thank you, yes, Sher , you made her a little prettier" Mr. Aryan told the woman I eventually knew named Sheryl.

Hey, Mister! I am really beautiful. Not in the make over I also keep beautiful, not a little but a lot.

*****

Pak Aryan's car had entered a house so luxurious with an area that exceeded the city hall. This indicates that the owner is not an ordinary rich person. Of course, everyone also knows how much wealth Mr. Sanjaya has.

"No need to be groggy" said Mr. Aryan after seeing me continue to grate.

"This dress is too open, sir. I'm not comfortable," I explained.

"It's for the limited, really. You relax, this dress looks beautiful you wear." said Mr. Aryan with the sweetest smile.

I'm still looking at myself, again and again. "Don't seduce me, sir! Later if Mr. baper, bother." I said casually.

"Yes, bothered. Because you belong to someone. Stop, come!" Mr. Aryan invited me to enter the house.

My poor soul thrashed immediately. This house is so luxurious. The people present, all of them looked highclass. I felt like I was lost and did not know the way home, because I was present at this charity auction. I follow wherever Mr. Aryan steps. Until a man with a pretty face like a Korean boyband greeted us.

"Well, sister Aryan, who's the same, huh?" asked the man while smiling towards me who was standing to the left of Mr. Aryan.

"Meet me, she's Rosa. And Rosa, she's Key Achilles Sanjaya. The CEO of a leading textile company in Indonesia and he is the eldest son of Mr. Kenan Sanjaya" explained Mr. Aryan.

Mr. Key and I shook hands.

"Sweet lady don't get entangled in love with this guy, he's a liar, he-he," Mr. Key said, half whispering in my ear.

I smiled awkwardly at Mr. Key's words. "Yes, Mr. Aryan, the son of Mr. Najendra Dharma, the king of Indonesian cinema," Mr. Key said as he looked at Mr. Aryan.

Mr Aryan, son of Mr Najendra Dharma? I know who Mr. Najendra Dharma is. You owe me an explanation, sir!

*****

At exactly 13.00 WIB, the auction began, the event was opened directly by the host, namely, Mr. Kenan Sanjaya, the biological father of Mr. Key whom I had just met.

I'm trying to enjoy this elite event, because maybe it's an event I'll only attend once in my life. Moreover, Mr. Aryan never left me. He knows I don't know anybody, so he's trying to make me comfortable.

"Sir, I go to the toilet first, yes!" my permission is with Mr. Aryan.

"I don't need to be with you, do I?" said Mr. Aryan with a smile teasing him.

I ignored Mr. Aryan's question. I assured my steps towards the toilet. A special room for the woman, wherever there is never empty of visitors. Including the toilet I was in. I saw some beautiful women standing in front of the big mirror just to make her makeup again.

"Sir Rosa" a call made me take my eyes off the big mirror in front of me.

I found a beautiful woman smiling at me. "Mulet." I hugged him as he nodded with the name I mentioned.

"Sir Rosa, who's here?" Rianti looked curious.

I understand why that question first came out of his mouth. This was the event she used to attend as a wife of Alexander Kemal Malik, owner of Malik's Corporation, a property and retail company that has many branches in various countries, including in Indonesia. Meanwhile, finding me here is a strange thing for anyone, including for Rianti.

"I accompany my boss" I explained.

Rianti looked at me with a suspicious smile. "Atasan or ...?"

"Right," I replied firmly. I immediately remembered the incident the other day when I sat at the stop and saw Rianti with a man I knew. "Rianti, do you know Mas Rud?"

"Mas Rud?" Rianti repeated the name I asked.

Rianti seemed to be thinking hard. I held my breath as I waited for his memory to answer my question. Somehow, I hope Rianti will give you the answer "yes" .

"What do you mean, Mas Rud, my bodyguard?" answer Rianti next.

"Bodyguard?" my many.

Rianti. "He's outside,"

My God, is he here in this room? I'm getting restless. "I have to meet him!" Suddenly the thought enveloped the entire space I thought.

I can't hold myself anymore. "Rianti, I'm out first, yeah."

I don't wait any longer, what answers come out of Rianti's lips. I speed up my steps. And sure enough, just five feet away, I saw him standing not far from me. He was chatting with a man dressed to look like him.

Mas Rud apparently saw me. My steps stopped without me noticing. I can't take my eyes off the clear of her eyes. We were hypnotized all the time. I can't control something that's coming out of me. There's a taste I can't describe. Seeing him here, made me doubt my own feelings.

My consciousness returned, as I felt my hand in the hand to step up to follow it. Mas Rud, he led me to a corner of the room.

We're speechless. It's just that, our eyes exchanged glances, as if talking to each other about things that had not been conveyed so far.

"How are you?" ask me to break the silence that occurred.

"Are you happy without me?" she asked as she stroked my cheek that was getting wet with tears.

I'm down. Closing my eyes, I felt like I had betrayed my feelings for Dion. But this feeling, suddenly I can't control. My race for her, which seemed unfinished, sulked back to feel her love.

"I'm sorry, i! he said while pulling me into his arms.

Di, I'm sorry. I'm weak to him, I can't resist his touch. I can't say that I hate him. I can't be angry about his success. I fell again on my race that used to be left just right again unfortunately.

I enjoy the smell of her body that warms my feelings. Aah .. I feel so dirty. It is so easy to fall into a man's arms when my heart is in the eternal wracks of love.

We were swept away with our own feelings. Suddenly we heard gunshots. The situation is getting chaotic, there are shootouts everywhere. The guests were already in a mess running here and there.

Mas Rud protected my body that was still in his arms. I can't see what's going on. Until I realized, if Mas Rud pulled out a gun. He let go of his arms and shot someone. I closed my eyes, unable to see the chaos before my eyes. Suddenly I heard a loud gunshot. I opened my eyes and I saw Mas Rud collapse in blood. The bullet went through his right chest.

"Mas Rud ..." I shouted as I clenched his body.

*****

This episode is a combination of three different novels. Please read the novel below to get the full story.