About the Heart

Mutually Knowing

"Why, anyway, ranting?" Maya stood up from her chair and leaned over the divider of my desk and desk.

"It's hard to be beautiful, being chased by handsome guys," I rubbed my head that Maya just grabbed.

"Don't you freak, lnget Mas Dion! How are you going to start again?" inget Maya to me.

"Nyari is more handsome and well-established" I said lightly.

"Emang exists? Want dong!"

I pinned Maya's head. "Inget tuh, Mas Rendra next week be your husband."

"Relax, I'd like to, but who's handsome and well-established?" Maya hasn't been kapok nor am I jitak.

"That!" I pointed at Mr. Aryan's room without looking in the direction I meant.

"Sir Aryan" said Maya.

"Yes," I began to focus on my laptop.

Then I looked towards Maya. "You, don't be tempted by Mr. Aryan! Although more handsome and well-established but he's old."

Maya glared at me, her lips twitching. Maya directed her eyes behind me. Wow ... There seems to be something this isn't. My words just now? No-don't Mr. Aryan, well where do I call him old again. I slowly turned my body around and prayed that what I thought was wrong.

"Earbst ...." Mr. Aryan cleared his throat.

I had to put on my smile. I cupped both my hands together for an apology. Worse, my apology was taken by him. He then placed the pink box that I had just ignored.

Mr. Aryan walked right away leaving me . Not to the room but somewhere. I can't keep quiet without asking for an explanation. Why did he give me the box?

I left the box on my desk and I half ran to follow it. "Wait, Sir!" I asked after I caught him at the elevator door.

Before the elevator door closed, I immediately entered it. My breathing is still burning slowly I can start to control. I don't know why Mr. Aryan is indifferent to all my behavior. Is he angry?

The elevator doors opened and Mr. Aryan walked towards the rooftop. For five months here, I have never set foot where Mr. Aryan would go. I'm more curious, why did Mr. Aryan lead me there?

Waw!

It was the first word I could express after seeing this green rooftop. Many flowers bloom, green leaves are still wet by water, really dampen the chaos of the mind. A Japanese-style square-ceper bench sits sweetly in the middle of the rooftop. You could say like a small lesehan in the middle of the park, very beautiful. I wanted to sit there but my intention was to undo it. Mr. Aryan chose to walk to the guardrail and stand there, I followed him.

"Sir" call me.

Mr. Aryan didn't see me. He chose to anchor his gaze on the expanse of towering buildings that stood around this building. "I've never been in love this deep, Sa."

Silence, that's what I do. His words were already able to explain that he would talk about his feelings for me. It's not something I really want to hear, but I still have to listen.

"You know I love you, don't you? I think Dion knows how I feel about you, too. We both know each other. But you need to know, I won't ask you to return my feelings, but I'm just asking to stay beside me as my friend."

I turned my body, I leaned my body on the barrier and I released my eyes to look at Mr. Aryan's face. "There is no true friendship between a man and a woman, sir, without any one harboring feelings."

"Make me your friend, let me be by your side and ignore my feelings for you. Let my heart be my business until there is another heart that can replace you in my heart" Mr. Aryan smiled.

I returned his smile. That was more than enough to justify what he asked of me. Letting her feelings grow and waiting to wither, I think is something difficult for her. So agreeing on the friendship he offered should not give me any trouble for my relationship and Dion's next.

"The box you gave me, what's it all about?" tanyaku later.

Mr. Aryan moved to sit on the bench that I was looking for. He patted the empty bench next to him. "Sit down!"

Being submissive in front of Mr. Aryan is a rare thing I do outside of work. In fact, this time I did it. Maybe this is just my way of getting answers out of him. The cunning way that was forced to be my choice.

"You want not, what items were auctioned at the charity auction yesterday?" ask Mr. Aryan.

I tapped the tip of my index finger on my nostrils. Blank, nothing is imagined. Yesterday, I only went there because I followed Mr. Aryan's orders. Other things don't get in my mind.

"You don't know, your former focus, anyway," teased Mr. Aryan.

It was the smile that confirmed Mr. Aryan's statement. "I know the world so, sir."

"Father, is his son really Mr Najendra Dharma?" I remember asking a question that was forgotten a while ago.

"Why indeed?" ask Mr. Aryan.

"Yesterday's charity auction is only for a limited number of people, sir. Where maybe you can attend it just by relying on a position as a manager," I explained.

"Who am I, will it affect our relationship?" ask again.

"Impacted, no, sir. But at least I should know myself and be able to keep my attitude if I talk to you" I explained.

Mr. Aryan chose a small laugh. "Don't change! I like you acting like me."

In the midst of our conversation, suddenly Mr. Aryan took out a flat object from his pants pocket. "He is with me" he said after some time hearing the caller's words.

Him, is there with me? It seems that phrase refers to me. Who contacted him to ask me where I was?

Dion's?

Only Dion, the closest person to me, has Mr. Aryan's number. Well, it would be bad if it was him. What reason should I explain to him?

Haven't found an answer yet, Mr. Aryan has thrust his HP at me.

"From your boyfriend," explained Mr. Aryan.

"Hi, honey!" my broom.

Why would I call Dion that sweet? Am I shielding myself from his anger and jealousy? Am I not like a sycophant? Ih, disgusting!

"Did you miss me too much, and need another man to replace me?" my lover's tease is sweet.

"Why are you talking like that, honey? Don't you know that you're irreplaceable in my heart" ciih, why I'm so good at boasting.

There was a small laugh from Dion's words. "You're so sweet, honey, I miss you even more."

"I miss you too, so come home, dong," I whine.

I swear, I am excited to imagine myself. I could be a bucin in front of Mr. Aryan. I said Mr. Aryan who was still sitting next to me.

Usual ... Normal expression. His attitude was not affected at all by my insignificance.

"Darling, what business do you have with Aryan at this hour?" the jealous questions from Dion started to come out.

Wow .. I was confused to answer. Where might I answer if I chased him all the way to the rooftop. Dion could go back to Jakarta to give me new knowledge. Ah, what should I answer?

Suddenly Mr. Aryan took HP from my hand. "He took the auction item we got yesterday."

Whatdoes thatmean? Auction items? The contents of the box are auction items? I'm getting curious.

"You take it easy, your roses are still intact. I didn't touch her at all. Let alone touch his heart, not even the end of his nails I did not touch it." said Mr. Aryan then to Dion.

"Yes, you're working again, honey. Don't stay with her for long." Dion warned.

The HP is still in the hands of Mr. Aryan but I can hear clearly because of the diloudspeaker.

"Ready, Honey! You also want to finish your work, yes, I'm afraid my misses can no longer be held," I said.

And that phone ended after Dion had kissed me virtually. Mr. Aryan who is my witness this time, pretentious does not care. And I know that his heart is not that cute. But I don't give a shit. I spurned Dion's kiss spoiled.

"Come, down! I'm afraid that your boyfriend's beating me up if we're both here soon" asked Mr. Aryan after my call ended.

I followed his steps. " But you haven't answered all my questions? Fill that box? The background of Mr Aryan? Answer me first, sir!"

But Mr. Aryan ignored me again. Keep walking and do not look at me one bit as if feeling deja vu when we came earlier. Ah already!