About the Heart

Increasingly Desperate

Two days earlier this week, passed without anyone usually adorning my day. Dion, the lover who always spoils me is also Maya and Mas Rendra, my silly best friend who always makes me laugh. Just imagine if they didn't exist, how lonely my day would be.

It was the third morning that greeted me in the office without Maya who used to scream hysterically at my arrival. He said today he's going in but where is he? Mas Rendra was not seen the trunk of his nose. Could they extend her leave?

"This," Mr. Aryan handed over a maroon-colored invitation chime in golden color.

My smile expands perfectly over the wrath of Maya and Mas Rendra. "Thank God, you're finally getting married, too."

"I haven't found a woman like you yet" said Mr. Aryan as he left me for his room.

Haven't found? Doesn't that mean that Mr. Aryan hasn't found his soul mate. So, whose wedding invitation is this? I snatched the thick paper on my desk.

"Tria and Rio"

Oops!

I was wrong again. How'this? Why can't I remember, not yesterday she just said she didn't have a boyfriend. Maybe they could suddenly get married. There is a soul mate descending from the sky.

Argh!

I stood up and walked over with the invitation in my hand. I entered Mr. Aryan's room and my steps stopped for a moment when I found Mr. Aryan was taking off his suit. Yes, I did go into his room. Knocked on the door and went straight in without waiting for an answer from her.

Mr. Aryan is not the least bit bothered by my brutal actions. She'd be happy to sit on her desk if I saw her. This time, he also took the position. "Sit down!"

"No need, sir. I just wanted to apologize about this," I showed you the invitation I was holding.

Mr. Aryan took the invitation and opened it. "Tria and Rio," he murmured. "I can forgive you if the name on this invitation is changed by Rosa and Aryan." The smirk smile re-expanded on his lips. "Rose ... Rosa ... Your face is so funny when you're scared. I work there, I do a lot of work."

Expel me?

The basic manager is unclear. Loss I've been feeling guilty and apologizing to her. I took the invitation from his hand and I thrust it into his arm. "I'm withdrawing my apology, sir. Turns out, you're more annoying than I thought." Stepping out was a decision I no longer delayed.

Heavy days are really at the end of my eyes. But I don't think it will happen again. I saw Maya sitting in her chair.

"Hi" I patted him on the back.

Maya turned her head, then got up from her seat and hugged me tightly. "Kangen."

"I'm more missed, have a day off, don't say" I said.

"Now," Maya handed me an invitation in light brown.

I hurried to open the invitation. I don't want the incident to happen again, misunderstanding the owner of the invitation. While I was opening the invitation from Maya, my other hand was still holding the invitation from Tria.

"You guys ...?" I cannot continue my words. Maya nodded. I gave her a hug back. A sense of happiness emanated clearly from his face. And of course, her happiness is also my happiness. Sometimes happiness is no longer a smile but a cry. Like this moment, Maya shed tears between her happiness.

"Why are you crying?" ask me after hearing the stuffing.

Maya tries to stop her crying. "On Friday I last entered work, I resigned and will move to Yogya after marriage."

I looked up their wedding date on the invitation I was holding. Whahuh? Next week night he gets married. Oh My God! Why so fast? that fast or is he intentionally late to tell me?

I wanted to nag her but seeing her tears melt, I became heartless. I hugged his body back. "Wherever you are, I'm still your best friend."

"Udah .. udah .. kayak actually split aja, but Rosa will also be your cousin, do not need to be more," Mas Rendra joined in my arms and Maya.

Your cousin?

Married to Dion?

It felt as if my heart immediately rumbled imagining that happening. I took a deep and long breath.

"Sa, who's the other invitation?" Are you the same as Dion?" asked Mas Rendra who saw the two invitations in my right and left hands.

"Invitation of my Junior High School, Mas," I explained.

Why does Mas Rendra think this is my wedding invitation? Wouldn't he have known first if I was going to marry Dion, they were cousins.

"Friday, we go home from work and let's celebrate our separation, yuk!" take Maya.

"Why celebrate farewell? I'm gonna lose Maya and oh. .. I'm gonna lose you, too, Mas," I always remember if I'm gonna lose not just one friend but two at a time.

I can't imagine that day. Long day I have to spend without you. Who should I be friends with? It's Mr. Aryan here. Ish ... Why should he?

"Hi, bride-to-be!" Mr. Aryan is already standing behind me.

"Say a lot of work, sir, what's the matter here?" sindirku without looking.

"You guys are so noisy, disturbing my concentration. What's up, anyway?" Mr. Aryan took a look.

"Nyicil farewell, sir," explained Mas Rendra.

Mr. Aryan's forehead seemed wrinkled, indicating he was thinking of looking for answers from Mas Rendra's explanation. "This, must be Rosa who is baper because it will be far from you. Easy, Sa! I'm here, ain't I your friend."

"Friday afternoon, join us in celebrating farewell, sir," said Mas Rendra.

"OK!" sure Mr. Aryan while glancing at me.

I secretly went back to my desk. I let the three of them chat at Maya's table. The words of Mr. Aryan who said he would accompany me after the departure of Maya and Mas Rendra made me a little disturbed.

"It's not polite of you, Sa, people are just chatting away," Mr. Aryan was already standing behind me.

"Work, sir, aren't you also a lot of work?" my remember.

"To my room for a moment, there's something I want to talk about!" his orders.

Any more? Her room? What'd you try for?

Ah, bodo is great! Most not important either. Mending I just focus on work. I just touched my finger on the keyboard, my phone rang. "My beautiful friend, hunt into my room!"

The huft!

The dictatorial manager. My movements continued all the way to his room. Mbak Indah, his secretary whom I used to greet, now also escaped my greeting. Immediately I opened the door of the room without excuse. If he is a manager who likes to be pretentious, then I can be a subordinate who is not polite.

"Make you," again Mr. Aryan sat leaning on his desk and handed me a pink box.

I didn't take the thing he handed over. I stood before him. My brain is still working hard to understand what else he's playing for me.

Suddenly he took my right hand, and placed the box in the palm of my hand he took. "Reploy!"

Mr. Aryan returned to his chair and ignored me who was still sculpting. He came back to his laptop without even looking, whether I was gone or not. I grow angry at being ignored. I put the box on his desk and I left regardless.