About the Heart

Who is the Owner of my Race?

The dark film-glazed sedan drove down the streets of Jakarta at a moderate pace. Mr. Aryan and I who were in it were not involved in much chatter at first. I was busy with the other guy at the end. Casually I joke around even spoiled with another man in front of Mr. Aryan. It doesn't matter, does it? Because the other man is my own lover.

"Udah, kangensnya?" ask Mr. Aryan as soon as I finish calling.

I smiled sweetly. "The wind for him is endless, sir."

"People are in love, really," said Mr. Aryan.

That phrase of Mr. Aryan makes me curious. "Mr, have you ever been in love?"

What I heard later was the sound of Mr. Aryan's laughter. Then he smiled at me. His hand almost touched the top of my head, but I managed to pull it off.

"Don't play hold-hold, dong, sir!" my anger.

"I'm just worried about hearing your question" he said.

"My usual question, sir," I pouted.

"Yes, ordinary but I smell the ambiguous scent of your question. You're not just asking if I've been in love, but you're wondering if I'm a normal guy or not, because until now I didn't have a boyfriend." explained Mr. Aryan.

I glanced at him meaningfully. " Boy, right."

"You doubt me as a man?" ask Mr. Aryan.

"Something if there's no evidence of his name being a prank, sir," I said.

Suddenly Mr. Aryan pulled his car off the road a little quiet. I who was confused reflexes turned towards him. In an instant he had already pulled my nape and ....

Our faces are only a few cm away. The tip of my nose is only two cm away from the tip of his nose. I stared, not responding to anything.

"I, can prove that I'm a normal man," the warm breath of Mr. Aryan made me aware.

I turned my face out of the window on my left. I realized I was wrong with my question. This is not really the proof of my statement. However, I can't blame Mr. Aryan for the evidence he wants to show.

"Don't provoke the wildness of the man, Sa," said Mr. Aryan softly but sounded so terrible in my ear.

Mr. Aryan is right, I can't do that anymore. I should be able to brake the sentence that came out of my mouth. Luckily, this time I jahili is Pak Aryan who can still control himself.

What if Mas Rud was in his position? I would've been non-pussy under his touch. My feelings must have rumbled in an uncertain direction, falling back to the wonderful taste for him. And by the time that happened, I didn't know if my race towards Dion was still all I could give.

Dion's?

I remembered my man who was in Surabaya. The man who some time ago called and said the possibility of his schedule in Surabaya will be delayed.

I narrowed my head and closed my eyes. Somehow these three men present took turns filling the space I thought. Dion, my lover is so patient and considerate. Mas Rud, the former who came so beautifully but disappeared painfully. As well as Mr. Aryan, who I'm sure put a taste in me but sincerely stopped being friends.

This daydream took me away from my reality until I didn't realize Mr. Aryan's hand was stroking the hair at the top of my head. "I'm sorry, I. I didn't mean to scare you. Trust me, I'm not gonna hurt you."

This time, I let her hand touch me. "I'm sorry, me too, sir. I've gone too far."

Mr. Aryan looked at me with his smile. "We forgot about that, ok!"

I nod back, I agree with Mr. Aryan's words. Anyway, I respect him, I don't think it makes him selfish to do what he wants. I appreciated her feelings, I realized that no one could control who she would fall in love with. As long as he keeps his attitude, I will also keep his feelings.

*****

Nights ....

The air was hotter than usual tonight. As if following loyal friends with my warm mood. The figure that used to calm my heart is now far away. Did I miss him? Maybe I miss him or I miss him a lot. The day I went through without it, as if something was less special.

I miss his passionate love. I miss the defense that doesn't touch me too much. I miss his cooking, his gentleness, his pranks and of course his potent pinch on my nose.

Ah ... Di, have I really fallen in love with you? The two months we've been through are beautiful. Slowly and getting to know you more, it felt like it made my race towards you deeper.

"Why is it outside?" suddenly Mama was standing in the doorway of my room to the balcony.

I'm turning. "Ngadem, Ma, the air is hot."

My mother walked to where I stood. Paralleling me, looking at the streets that still show the traffic of people and merchants.

Mama began to invite me to chat even though she had not shifted her gaze. "Sa, Mama and Papa used to love spending the night on the balcony. Gripping around and putting together your future and Kristy's."

"My future, Ma?" i wonder.

"Yes, Papa said if you want to get married, you have to marry the man you love and he loves you too. If you love her, you will be happy. And if he loves you too, then Papa will feel calm because there is someone who will replace him to love you." said Mama.

I was silent to hear Mama's words. There's a shadow of a man playing in my brain. The man I love? I don't know why Mas Rud's face was immediately playing on my brain, but just now I clearly felt that I was starting to fall in love with Dion. The one who loves me? It was Dion's face that was clearly drawn in my mind. Though I can also feel that Mas Rud still loves me.Ah, I am confused. Why love and be loved for me, bringing two different lives?

"What's your relationship with Dion?" Mama probing.

"Okay, Ma" I replied, which I wrapped in a smile.

Mama saw. "I thought Dion was a good man for you."

To be honest, I justified my mother's judgment. Only Dion the man who fought for me tirelessly. Only Dion is patient with my stubbornness. Only Dion can take care of me even from the wildness of his own lust.

Just Dion ....

"When are you getting married?" ask Mama.

"Married?" I said it stamped.

Mama scrunched her forehead. "What are you waiting for?"

Wait what, huh? I don't know either. Shouldn't I as a woman wait to be married?

Waiting married?

It was Dion who was waiting for me to get married.

"Wait in, Ma," I joked.

I showed off a smile in front of Mama, giving her peace of mind. All this time, I've been making Mama sick because of me, the matchmaking with Ardi and also losing Mas Rud. The two stories managed to make Mama drown in the pain of heart and thought. It feels like only Dion can make Mama calm and can smile happily.

True, a song from Mahen "Pura-Pura Lupa" sounded melodious. It was my phone marker being wooed by the caller on the other end. I hurriedly entered the room and retrieved the HP lying on my bed.

Dion

That's the name that seduced my HP. "Dion" I very straightforwardly named it. Why not the call of love I put? I don't know, it's a name that's been stored on my HP since I knew him. It sounds ironic, but to me "In" the call to my beloved Dion is my dear call to her. Not ayang, beb, my love, darling, or any other romantic call.

I went back to the balcony. I haven't picked up Dion's phone yet because I still have Mama.

"What's a boy, Mama?" asked Mama to tease me.

Do you remember when you thought of Dion as your son? (episode 52)

"I, the daughter, Mama," I pouted.

Mama immediately turned her body and went into my room to then leave the room. After Mama left, I picked up Dion's second phone.

"Have you slept?" dion asked as soon as I picked up the phone.

"No, talk to Mama" I replied.

"Chat what? Me, huh?" Pith

"Kok, you know?" askaku.

"Really?" Dion enthusiastic.

I deliberately paused my sentence, I wanted to prick it.

"Chat what?" Dion was getting impatient.

I'm throttling. "When do we get married?"

Eitss .. Why, is the phone off?

Why else, him? The shock? Fainted? Back to Jakarta?

Ah, it's making things up. As determined as Dion was, he was not a genie who could blink his eyes to move places.

Well ... This is new Dion.

He moved from phone to video call.

The first thing I saw was her smiling face. I feel like I miss. Just heard the question when marriage happiness has filled his mind especially really already legitimate.

"Di, are you happy, that?" my many.

"Are you unhappy? Am I the only one happy?" Dion probing.

I didn't answer the question. I just put on my smile. "When are you coming home? I miss."

"Now" replied Dion.

"Don't joke!" grumbling.

"Have you been that close, to me?" Dion teasing me.

"Not really, anyway," I teased him instead.

"Times?" Dion ensure.

"Yes" I replied.

"Yes?" Dion made sure again.

"Masa," I fucked him.

"Well, I know that you've lost weight to me. Be patient wait for your brother to come propose," Dion began to seduce.

"Pet lammar sister, Bang! Don't let your sister get asked by people first" I remember.

"Propay a moment, yes, dear sister. In a few days you come to propose" said Dion.

"Udah, ah, don't joke. I'm on the phone, okay?" I said.

I turned off the phone without waiting for approval. I smiled to myself, I don't know if I was going crazy. Crazy for Dion's zombie flirtation. A seduction that may be just a joke, anyway can also make me float.

"Look at me on the phone, I'm still missing," said Dion as I picked up the phone again.

"I don't miss, no, please miss yourself, yeah!" I smiled at smirk.

"Review, yes, wait for me to come home! You dare if I'm far away" threatened Dion.

I'm matiin again the phone. It feels so happy to make him tick. "I don't want your threats, fear!" I picked up the phone for a while and I turned it off again.

Dion called again, I picked up again. "I miss you, Honey, Mmuuaach ...."

I see her smiling face. "Happy teases me, honey. Later if I go home, I'll make sure you rethink to tease me."

I digest the words more deeply. It's not a beautiful thing for me to continue. "Darling, I love you,"

"Me, no!" reply Dion with a smile.

And he hung up the phone. Why would he tease me? I haven't changed my mind yet, he's calling again.

"I love you too, baby! Miss you, love you, want you and eat you! Mmuuayach ...." And Dion hung up again.

I'm really crazy for his love.

She ... she .. she .. I love her.