About the Heart

The Same Warmth

The operating room door was not open yet. We, I, Dion and Mr. Aryan have waited for more than an hour. We were silent to each other with our own thoughts. I, being held captive about the condition of the man behind that door. Them? They must be the same, worrying about Mas Rud and must also be worrying about my feelings for Mas Rud.

"Aryan, you go home first. Let us wait here until his family comes." Dion.

Mr. Aryan looked at me and Dion, then saw a clock coiled around his wrist. "Well then, if there's anything I can help you with, call me!" Mr. Aryan also stepped down the hospital hallway and disappeared at the end of the turn of the hallway.

"His family, how come, nobody's come yet, huh, Di?" manyworry.

Dion stroked my hair. "Please, maybe they're stuck in traffic."

Those eyes are so shady. There was no anger or anger about what happened. He also had not asked how I could be in this Hospital with Mas Rud. Actually, I was also confused, if I had to explain it. Huh .. I sighed harshly.

Dion realized what I just did. "What's wrong?"

I'm staring. "You don't ask what's going on?"

"Now, the most important thing is the state of Rud. Another problem, we can discuss later." said Dion full of maturity.

Di, why are you so good? Would you still be this good, if you knew I had just doubted my own feelings after meeting her again.

I bowed my head, I closed my eyes that could not hold back when I met him. Is Dion not enough to satisfy my view? Until the presence of Mas Rud made my nafsuku wild. I took a soft breath. Trying to resuscitate my brain that began to be contaminated with the "failed move on" virus".

"Excuse me" a man's voice greeted us.

Dion stood up from his seat. "Well, can I help you?"

"I'm sorry, I wanted to hand this over, I forgot to bring it." the man gave Dion a flat object.

"Here, H. P. Rud?" Dion ensure.

"Right," explained the man who introduced himself named Bang Ismed to us.

Bang Ismed is a gardener sense bodyguard family Mr. Wijaya, prospective family besan Mr. Sanjaya, the owner of the charity auction event. Mr. Key, who was introduced by Mr. Aryan was the fiancee of Jessie, the only child of Mr. Frans Wijaya.

"Then, excuse me" Bang Ismed left us both.

Dion sat back down with Mas Rud's HP in his hand. "Bring up, this." He handed Mas Rud's communication device to me instead. Loh, really!

"You, take it!" I handed Mas Rud's HP back to Dion. I mind if the HP is in my hands. I'm afraid that my soul is rebelling and is going to destroy that personal thing.

Dion looked at me. "Save, first! Later, if he's better, we go back. You have more right to keep it, you know it better." Dion smiled sweetly. "This hp must be locked, you mustn't be afraid."

Did you forget, Di, if I was the guy? He's my ex, the ex who left me fit again dear-sayange, fit again the snare-jerune, like the song Deni Caknan. But why not worry at all? Aren't you afraid, if I get stuck in CLBK again with him? Are you not thinking about yourself? What if I leave you and choose to go back to her? Don't you know, if I'm a woman who's more rejuvenating than the result of thought.

"Enter it in your bag, later if left behind it is lost." Dion reminded.

I had to follow Dion's requests. I keep that black HP. Hopefully the black matter chasing the flat object, keep the owner's secret. It doesn't make me want to know.

"In," I called my lover softly.

"What's wrong? Want me to hug? It's a public place," he said.

"No, don't joke!" seriously say.

Dion leaned his back. His hand he folded in front of his chest. "From now on, I've been waiting for you to ask me what, but you're on them."

He's correct. I want to ask, even my question is too big. I smiled at him. "Forget it!" I'm shifting my eyes. I saw a pair of old men heading towards me. The distance that was getting closer, made me even more convinced, that they were the parents of Mas Rud.

"Mother" I said to a woman about fifty years old. I kissed her hand, but she took me into her arms.

I saw Dion greeting the Father who was Mas Rud's father. "Still in the operating room, Om," Dion explained. His father Mas Rud then sat down beside Dion.

"Please, sit here, Mom .. uh sorry Auntie." I confirmed my call to her. Yes, Mother .. was my calling to him when I was still in a relationship with Mas Rud. Although only in a matter of months, but I already know his family familiarly. And the call "Mother" was born.

Baper again, I.

Hmmm ... Lord ... Don't you turn my heart around like this. This feeling is not just about me, but there are other hearts that will come into play here.

I immediately realized my thoughts. I turned closer to his father Mas Rud. I kissed his hand."Um," That's the only word I can get out of my mouth. I lie in front of them. Fortunately, there was Dion who kept the atmosphere so as not to stiffen. He was chatting with his father Mas Rud. Sometimes, I also talk.

"You guys, just go home, let us accompany Rud here." asked Mas Rud's father.

"It's okay, Om. We, Om and Auntie, are here." explains Dion.

"You guys, you've been here since, now you rest!" Mom chimed in.

"All right, Auntie. We say goodbye, call us anytime Om and Aunt need." Dion handed me his business card.

"Thank you, yeah, son." said Mom.

Dion smiled at his Father and Mother Mas Rud.

"Tante, we'll be back tomorrow, if there's anything please don't hesitate to call Rosa" I said.

His mother Mas Rud hugged me again. "Call Mom, just, honey." I'm nodding. Hiding behind a smile. Actually I'm starting to not be able to hold back my feelings anymore.

I left him, the old man I had rumored to be my second parent. I can still feel the warmth of their love. Just like before, we are different now. We've been walking in the opposite direction. And I walked with the other hand.

Yes ... as of now. My hands have been graciously held by Dionku, my sweetest lover. I'm sorry, Di. These few hours, I've stuck you in my mind. I moaned again my feelings that had wavered earlier. "Di, can I play in your apartment?"

Apparently Dion was surprised by the question I just asked. He stopped his steps and looked at me. "Did I hear wrong?"

I'm shaking. I don't know, I think I want to reconcile my feelings. Warming again my heart for him that had cooled down because it was lulled by the presence of Mas Rud. "I'm a laper, can you cook me something?" my reason.

Dion tightened his grip as he accelerated his steps towards the parking lot. "You're addicted to my cooking, aren't you?"

"Well, I'll satisfy lust ...." Dion glanced at me mischievously. "Eat you" he continued.