About the Heart

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The deg!

A picture of a handsome man in a white shirt who missed all his buttons was looking at me with a smile. It looks like a firm squiggle that makes it so tempting. A caption is written there. "You see, I'm healthy! when are you ready to meet me?"

Yes ... God ... Is this a reward or a sin?

Aarrgghh!

My intelligent brain feels instantly transformed into a shrimp brain that is always scapegoated for someone's stupidity. Your beautiful visualization succeeded in placing me as a woman who could not avoid your charms. However I refused, I was a normal woman. My eyes are too naive not to admit that you are so charming. Why am I a devotee of physical beauty?

"Mas Rud," I said your name softly.

A series of scene after scene of my happiness with you re-spin on my memory screen. Deja vu your gentle gaze, the way you tease me, your warm embrace, ah. A short time with first love that I have trouble forgetting, even though the beauty ended in hurt.

Portion ....

Gaping wounds were successfully treated by Dion. My beloved was so stingy with the love she always fought for. The love that always made me appreciated as a queen, a queen consort in her kingdom of love. But why is this empress now in doubt about her throne?

Oh my God, why is this so heavy? Don't I logically have to defend someone who's been fighting for me, Dion. That's logic! But love does not know the word logic. Love rotates in its own orbit that cannot be influenced or affect the taste of others, especially logic.

Time passed by second by second and came to pass midnight. My eyes have not been closed even though I tried to close them. The HP that made my heart break was already turned off. However, the thoughts of those men continued to play into my memory.

Trying to relax my mind by remembering all the sweet events that have passed. I do not limit it to Dion, even Mas Rud and Mr. Aryan I present. Let me be a woman worshiping happiness as long as these eyes can be closed. And finally this trick is so powerful. I can sleep even at the end of the morning.

*****

It's still Thursday, wanted permission but I broke it. I still remember how my list of absences was a lot of holes. Indeed, my eyes are still really sleepy just I still force to go to the office as usual.

"Sir Rosa, that's her eye, why?" ask Mr. Joko, the actual office security is not "joko" anymore.

I passed from him, "drowsy, sir."

My eyes are still so sleepy. Repeatedly yawned during the trip earlier, fortunately I chose an online taxi to deliver me. As soon as I entered the elevator, I immediately threw my body against the wall. Suddenly my consciousness disappeared for a few seconds carried away in a short sleep. My body was about to fall. Before the tragedy happened, a burly hand held my body. My eyes opened wider and I could see who the owner of the hand was.

"Sir Aryan" I said as I tried to straighten my body back up.

"This is an office not a house, if you want to sleep, just go home, gih!" seloroh Mr. Aryan.

I whispered my mouth, and my sight was lowered. After the elevator opened, I hurried to the toilet. I washed my pillow face but still my drowsiness did not go away.

"How heavy are the eyes?" gumamku.

I let go of one rough breath. It turns out that sleep rations can not be contested, let alone heart rations. Dion was so angry. I took my heart for him.

Love ....

Why don't you call me too?

Huh!

I returned with a rough breath. I looked again at my face in the mirror of the toilet. Panda eyes decorate my shabby face. A little bit of polishing back my face to disguise the lethargic biases that I could not hide. After I felt so much better, I immediately put my foot out.

*****

"Why 'tuh the eye?" ask Maya who just came.

"What a look, huh?" I asked back while reflecting on the screen.

Maya drew the distance to me and took two steps back and returned to her original position. " Kayak abis fucked by ex-lover."

I'm still reflecting. "really? My eyes, I want to fall."

"Yes, lie down, that's all you bother," Maya chanted as she headed to her desk.

Very thoroughly decays the fall. Does this office have my ancestors? Just a lowly employee a lot of behavior. How will it be fired? A little leave, let alone the background of the cut because of the heart. Fix, will be dishonorably fired.

"More of the fight with Dion, huh? Until you can't sleep, 'that?" search Maya.

"Hmmm," I muttered.

Actually I don't like to expose my problems even with Maya or Mas Rendra though. But I realized if I lied, they would know. This face of mine can't act, it's too honest. So that whatever skit I'm doing will be easy to read.

Maya looks up at my desk. "What's the problem?"

"Jealous, him," I replied as necessary.

Maya is curious. "Who's same? Mr Aryan? Mr Rud?"

"Nadeo again ... Nadeo again! Bosen I'm horrifying him. 'I told you, Mas Dion is better than your Nadeom. Your Nadeom is only in your mind, while Mas Dion is real. You can hug, you can get angry, you can scold, you can masakin, you can make spoiled, you can ask to pay for groceries ...," Maya scolded while sitting back in her chair.

It's true everything Maya said. But it's still different. Idolizing Nadeo is part of a fan's love for his idol. Likes .. Just likes, nothing more. Especially if there is a relationship that changes status.

While Dion, he's still my lover. The person I will always bother with all my annoying behavior. So, wouldn't it be too much if Dion and Maya also scolded me for that.

This little quarrel with Maya could actually reduce one-third of the drowsiness that attacked me. But unfortunately, it adds up to half of my heart's unrest. My brain, eyes, and heart could not be synchronized to get back to work. I decided to take a moment to breathe fresh air. Hoping to be able to let go of all the restless and restless things that have been holding me back.

*****

Rooftop ....

The place that Mr. Aryan introduced yesterday, became my choice to neutralize the acid-base again my turmoil. The green shade of the leaves wet by the water points made me not hesitate to step up to him.

So comfortable to be here, in the middle of a green expanse of plants and as beautiful as the wind that greets. I let myself relax on the bench that has caught my attention since I first set foot in this place.

I breathe fresh air slowly. Feel the freshness one by one entering each pore of my skin. It penetrates the bloodstream, moves along with it and spreads peace in cells that have heated up due to the overflow of anger in the name of love.

My body feels more relaxed and my mind is more conditioned. Until I realized, I had put my body to lie on my stool. Dreamland also invited me to invite spoiled play there.

*****

Mr. Aryan PoV

My monotonous morning routine suddenly changed. When I had just entered the elevator to go to my room, the girl who was able to charm me was apparently there as well. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Why are your eyes closed? Don't you want to see me?" I muttered while continuing to watch you.

The elevator that only contained two occupants, me and you, made it easy for me to stab you in the face with my bead.

I approach your body. "Is it sinful to see me?"

It's my innuendo to you that hasn't opened your eyes. Suddenly I was shocked as your body staggered. I can hold it so you don't fall.

The deg!

My heart drives faster. This position makes me free to enjoy your beautiful face. Your eyes that open then make my eyes stick in your sight. Again my heart was racing to beat stronger. Although it was only a moment because you hurriedly re-enforced your body but this feeling managed to make me unable to forget it. My beautiful girl who does not have these jaims, the more I fall in love.

"Sir Aryan," you said in shock after seeing me support your body that was about to fall, I heard like a sweet call.

"This is an office not a house, if you want to sleep, just go home, gih!" I'm willing to cover my crazy heart.

Lucky you step away after the elevator opens. Otherwise, I don't know how to temper this race of mine. Although I actually want time to stop this second, enjoy your beauty and hold you in my arms.

Aryan, control your feelings! It was too late for you to come to his heart. Love him but do not take away his happiness.

For some reason, it was hard to control my heart after this incident. The shadow of your face is still so clearly drawn in my memory. In fact, the laptop screen that was supposed to display the details of my work, was instead filled with your sweet smile.

I left my desk, I couldn't stand this madness. Your face filled all the spaces I thought.

Rooftop ....

Of course it is the place I choose to rekindle my soul. However, I did not expect, I actually saw you lying on the bench.

You asleep?

"Hmmm ... Can you choose to sleep here? What if someone else finds you?" muttered.

This face, why is it so adorable? I want to caress your cheeks, soften your forehead and say warm words to you.

Aarrgghh!

"Why should I be late to find you?" I said while pulling back my hand that was about to touch your cheek.

*****

Hi loyal readers "About the Heart" Happy Eid Day" Sugeng Riyadin.

Sorry inner birth, yes.

Sorry if this story makes your emotions rise and fall, drown, actually that is the purpose of the author, heee

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