About the Heart

More Than Just Romantic

Dion is a reality that makes me happy. A reality that I cannot ignore only for a vague delusion to be realized or not. Feelings can change over time, let alone the one called love.

"What's the status of our relationship now?" ask me while shifting my position to sit next to him.

"Yes ... You accepted my proposal, didn't you? You haven't answered yes or no. You're just busy hugging and kissing me" teased Dion with a smile.

"What are you saying I'm wearing?" ask me while squinting my eyes.

Dion brought his face closer to mine. "You, what do you want?"

I pointed at my ring finger. " If Zayn anyway, give a diamond ring nancara to celline when dating. You're applying to me, so it should be more than that, right?"

"You, matre too, honey," said Dion, pinching my nose.

I rubbed my new nose Dion pinched. "That theater now includes primary needs, dear."

Dion looked at me. "I'm sorry, I, honey. Your future husband hasn't been able to buy you a ring yet but I proposed to you with this." Dion took a box and handed it to me.

"What's it say?" manya curious.

"Let's like the proposals you imagined, now close your eyes!" dion pinta.

Close eyes?

It looks like this will be a romantic proposal like I often see in Korean dramas.

Is there a ring he would give? Of course, it's not. He said that. Or earrings? I don't think so either. Because he had already left a pair of beautiful earrings when I rejected him last time, about 6 months ago. Or bracelets? It shouldn't be either. I already have a legacy bracelet from his daughter's eyes. Then, what else would he give as a binder for me? The necklace? Yeah ... He's never given me a necklace.

"Open your eyes!" dion's orders.

I'm gonna take my eyes. "Jersey? You proposed to me in a jersey? What kind of application is this, Di? Where's anybody nagging in a jersey? This is far from romantic."

Dion smiled and nodded. "Who told ngefans the same ball player? Try to defans Zeno, I'll make room for you to bring zainuddin, the chicken pecilan."

I'm pouting. "You know, I'm just as author of the novel "Marriage Order", who knows you'll give me a transfer agreement, will be rich, right, me?"

Dion pinched my nose. "You mostly play the same Cellina wati "Blind Dating" huh? Suddenly it's matre, like. But your regrets are too late, honey. Your recovery is this purple jersey."

I turned the purple jersey in my hand. My originally pursed lips turned perfectly fluffy. I know this jersey is the pride jersey of the Nadeo team, for the goalkeeper position of course.

Oops!

A line of writing is placed on the back of the jersey.

**Rosa, you're just like me. I admire your Dion. And Dion always loved you. It's a beautiful triangle of feelings.

Don't forget, invite me to your wedding!

The third among you

Nadeo Argawinata**

I was moved.All of a sudden my tears were shed. This is priceless happiness. All this time, I've been wrong. Dion, who I thought was angry that I idolized Nadeo, was actually presenting everything about Nadeo as a gift to propose to me. Although only just his jersey is present but for me this is more valuable than Zayn's ring which is worth a billion.

I immediately busied myself again to hug Dion. If Nadeo had admired Dion, would I have nothing to lose if I had to waste it? Nadeo admires Dion? It's not that awkward. They had not known each other before, but why was it that familiar?

I let go of my embrace and looked at Dion's face to find a hint of my suspicion. "What are you bribing her to wear? He could praise you all out."

"Why would I do that?" Dion asked casually.

I pointed at the message on the jersey I was holding. "For this."

Dion pinched my nose again. "I can do anything for you, if it's just this, small for me." Dion pushed the television remote again. Nadeoku was present again there, still with his dazzling smile.

"Gear him as necessary! All you need to hear is his confession, only, "remember Dion.

Hearing Dion's warning, the more I glared at the handsome face of Nadeo Argawinata. Tempting him for jealousy is a true happiness that should not be missed. And it worked, he got hooked and I'm happy of course.

"Close your sight!" he said while closing my eyes with his palm.

Dion took his palms off both of my eyes. "I'm just letting you see, don't obsess! This is the last time you can enjoy her face exclusively before I ban it for you."

"Where can I, so!" grumbling.

"May, I'll be your husband soon. Remember, the wife's paradise is on the husband's riddho!" Dion smiled smirk at me.

"Abis njai same ustaz Jo from Abhimanyu World, yes, time to Surabaya yesterday?" sindirku.

"Wouldn't that be more useful, than joining Kak Dwi Wahyudi to unravel the mystery of serial murder in a Dark Room" Dion said.

I ignored Dion and looked back at the television screen. "Bodo. Come on, turn on the television again! Where's Nadeoku?" my nag.

The screen is back on. Nadeo's dazzling smile returned to pamper my eyes. But Dion didn't let my smile grow any longer. She put on an eye patch for me.

"What, anyway, this? Leasin!" my anger.

"No more contact, shut up and listen!" pinta Dion slowly opened my blindfold and immediately stabbed her with her black bead of eyes.

Dion confirmed the location of the slightly mischievous hair playing on my face. "Honey, I'm not as rich as Zayn who can apply for you with a diamond ring, I'm not the author of the novel "Marriage Order" that can make you a transfer agreement, either, but I'll prove that if I'm going to be more ridiculous than Zeno that your day will never get bored. I really love you, honey, are you willing to accept my proposal?"

I took the time to answer Dion's proposal. "Hmmm .. okay, but don't forbid me to see Nadeo, she's too beautiful for me to waste" I said as I picked up the remote and turned the television back on.

"Can't!" dion replied while seizing the remote from my hand. But the remote was successfully kept out of his reach before he could retrieve it. He kept trying to take it.

"What the hell is it that's keeping you from moving on from him?" dion asked still trying to snatch the remote from my hand.

"He's a handsome and sixpack belly," I'm honest.

Spontaneous Dion opened his shirt. "My stomach doesn't lose a sixpack to him either,"

"Huh, what the fuck, anyway! Put your shirt on again," I said throwing a shirt scattered on the back of the sofa.

"You don't have to be a hypocrite, honey, I caught you gulping down time in the room" teased Dion as he leaned toward me.

"You don't slander, yes," I said.

"My money, yes!" dion's orders continued to lean toward me.

"Son" I said.

"Yes" he said again.

"No," I kept arguing.

"My lady, right?" Dion started to tickle me.

"Son," I continue to deny his accusations.

Dion grew excited about me after repeatedly refusing to acknowledge his statement. This is my weakness, I can't help but be amused.

"Udah .. udah .. don't be tickled, again," I pleaded.

"Darling, it's .. I said," I said again.

Dion hasn't ended his actions yet. " What am I?"

"Nadeo is more se*si than you," I teased Dion instead.

As a result Dion again showered me with even crazier tickle. I didn't realize it was above my body.

"If you want to play like that, the door is locked, dong!" Mas Rendra had suddenly entered the living room of Dion's apartment.

I had not been confused with what Mas Rendra said, until I realized with our position that was not worth to be shown. I immediately pushed Dion's chest, and confirmed my sitting position.

"Go away, don't disturb people's pleasure!" throw it away with a casual sentence.

Mas Rendra turned towards the exit. "Say again marahan, in fact ...,"