The Lost Sense

Chapter 69

I was surprised to hear the story of Dion's wife's death, which was tragic enough. Dion was so closed to women after the death of his wife. Of course, that guilt will continue to overshadow.

Especially, because Dion gave his mother-in-law and sister-in-law permission to stay temporarily in their home. Cindy had rejected him, but Dion had too much faith in his father-in-law. Cindy, too, has recalled the bad relationship between her and her mother and step-sister.

They may have planned their evil intentions, to harm Cindy, his wife. Although the motive is not yet clear what, but because his wife's belongings are missing, could they have deliberately come just to steal?

So, what do they mean by spilling oil at each point, which Cindy is likely to go through? Until the age of Raisa 7 news in-laws Dion and Mely not known.

"Hi, Raisa, how are you, baby?" my broom when I cut Raisa off the next day. His body was still weakly lying on the hospital bed. The typhus pain he suffered made his fever often go up and down

"Hello, Auntie Reny. Hi, Brother Devan brother Mitha!" raisa was happy to see our arrival. Today I deliberately invited my two children to distinguish Raisa at the hospital. It just so happens to be a holiday, so don't interrupt their school schedule.

My two children are even impatient to tell Raisa when I tell them that she is sick and hospitalized.

"Hi deck, Raisa, get well quickly huh," said Devan and was horrified to see an infusion hose on Raisa's arm. "Kasian deck Raisa, Ma," he whispered to me. Devan is indeed a more subtle sensation, in contrast to Mitha who does not easily show his emotions.

The three then involved talking about school, friends, even their favorite movie stories and hobbies. Dion and I stared at their hands, who ignored us.

Raisa seems very happy, even she who has more stories. It seems like he forgot that he was the one who was sick, The story is funny and silly. Indeed, Dion's nosy blood flowed profusely in his body.

"Thank you, Reny, for bringing Devan and Mitha here. Raisa is very comforted and forgets that she is sick" said Dion, as we were similarly interrupted by the three. We sat next to each other on the sofa. Meanwhile, Devan and Mitha go up to Raisa's bed, because the bed is the size of an adult. They were quite free to sit on that bed.

In the midst of me and Dion busy talking too, suddenly Raisa fell asleep.

"Oh, Papa and Aunt Crispy are dating." Devan and Mitha, looking at me with smiles. Tuh, the eyes of the naughty bibbles are very tempting.

Dion and I were shocked to hear what Raisa said. Though the distance I sat with Dion was half a meter. Just because we were so serious about chatting, the three compactly teased us.

"Emang, may? Papa's dating Aunt Reny?" behind Dion's question, so I pinched his waist at his ridiculous remark. Dion was in pain. Making his third laugh more blaring.

"May, may, may," Raisa mimics the style of Upin Ipin, her favorite movie. Diamini Devan and Mitha.

I became dumbfounded, seeing their innocent attitude.

"How, Crispy, are you willing to be my girlfriend?" said Dion gokil just like everyone else sleeping. I'm getting smitten, feeling funny.

"Udah, ah not funny," I said as I held my spastic stomach. I remember a time in school when Dion did that in front of the class. Make all my friends cheer on Dion. Makes me ashamed and angry with Dion.

Dion was also even talkative, making me feel like a bribe. Between following the groove he creates or diverting it.

"OK, I'm willing," I said in the funniest style possible. I decided to just follow the path. After all, this is just for fun, Raisa. Anyone knows, this is just a joke.

However, the moment Dion stood up to me in my mind he was about to do another funny thing. I didn't suspect he was about to whisper anything.

"My words are serious, crisp, nothing to do with the kids' jokes. I'm asking you to be a wife, not a boyfriend" she whispered softly.

As soon as I was hypnotized by the words, I could not digest them properly. One thing that made my sane mind recover immediately, when I saw the three leaks were no longer paying attention to us.

I didn't answer Dion's words, I pretended to fix Mitha's backpack on the floor.

"There's no need to answer now, Ren," he said.

Aih, what's wrong with me. Like a teenager, I felt both of my cheeks flushed, embarrassed. I didn't take Dion seriously, but I couldn't deny that I wasn't impressed by her figure. Even crazier, why is my heart rippling like a flash flood? It's so embarrassing. At my age of thirty years, still a sorority of this business. Don't let Dion see that in my eyes.

What does he say later if I take every word seriously. Although I feel he is the one who often provokes my feelings, with his sweet attitude. But still I will be cornered myself, where my status of divorcee widow lives with two children. People will think I'm nervous. Duh, weight is also a burden as a widow. Feeling all wrong.

Dion's attitude lately has been getting softer on me. Not infrequently I caught him staring at me secretly, making me careless. When we were on the field of duty, he protected me.

All the treatment and attention that not infrequently makes me waver. As a mature woman I certainly need the gentle attention of my opposite sex. Hopefully, if someday there will be a man who can open this heart, willing to accept all my shortcomings and advantages.

Would I have given that hope to a figure, Dion? The man I knew in my past. Man, who once made me miss half to death for being separated without any news.

He's the one who makes me hate and love in the end.

I hope every night to meet him again, no matter what. When hope finally comes, we meet again. Over the course of time and because of various things, it turns out that the taste that was once so tempestuous, now the ripples break

the beach. Mixed with different flavors .

That feeling now, too, is facing me to make a decision. Whether I choose or not.

It was very difficult to do so, I was in a dilemma. Will it open my heart to Dion. He made himself my own, while my heart is still in disarray because this is not just talking about my heart and my desires. There are two hearts, which certainly do not really understand why his mother separated from his father. For someone who is still a stranger to them.*****