The Steel-Cared Rose
Love Park

Women feel like flowers. Diligently watered, treated, fertilized and get enough sunlight. Then the flowers will grow and develop well and lush.

Sinta's trauma is improving. Sinta has started to use her common sense. Noticing that it was impossible for everything to go the way he wanted.

He realized that Dylan was doing his best for both of them.

Dylan's sweet, gentle and warm attitude melts his heart and feelings.

"If my heart and feelings were like chocolate. You can heat it up and make it melt."

"really?"Dylan developed his smile. Walking closer to Sinta who was in the middle of her garden.

His heart misses his wife. Departing from Indonesia to Switzerland. Gently peeked at Sinta's forehead.

"I miss you so much."

Sinta looked at Dylan's face and carefully examined every inch of his face. He could feel Dylan telling the truth.

"How are you doing?" Dylan handed Sinta a box of chocolates and cakes.

"good. I feel more comfortable."

"Do you still feel polyandry?"

Sinta took a chocolate from the box and chewed it.

"I don't feel that way anymore."

"really? How do you think you're doing?"

"I never did my duty as a wife when I married Dean. Nor did circumstances allow me to divorce her normally. I thought fake death was the best way out. Deciding on my past with Dean."

"I'm glad you're at peace with the situation. Accept reality." Dylan hugged Sinta. Gambled his hands and guided him towards their bedroom.

"May I?"Dylan kissed the back of Sinta's hand.

Sinta nodded her head and they made out.

Dylan doesn't want to rush. They will be a true married couple. It's all just a matter of time.

Make Sinta take it slowly. Make it easy for everything to run naturally without coercion or pressure or load. Compared to having to hurry. Make Sinta confused or feel forced or avoid it or reject it?"

Comfort in the relationship is the main thing. Make sure Sinta is comfortable with him. Make it his priority.

Comfort is like a fertilizer in nourishing love itself.

Seeds will not grow on barren land. Especially if it is never watered, fertilized and treated.

In the barren fields only grow cacti and dried plants. As beautiful as any plant, when not cared for and become dry. Slowly it will dry up. 

Beauty is a plant that can thrive. Not only is being a bonsai, even beautiful, just a display.

"I want our marriage to be a garden of love for both of us." Dylan stroked Sinta's friendly hair. 

Lifting chin. His eyes radiate heart.

"If our marriage is like a garden. I'll try to be a gardener who takes care of the beauty of the garden."

"Originally do not flower carrion yes.." Ceplos Sinta.

"Can you joke too?"

Sinta laughed a little.

"Do you still like seeing Dean's medsos?"

"Every once. You're not angry, are you?"

"I want to pounce on you, but what my day is. Not the heart."

Sinta's turn to laugh.

"Why do you still see the medsos?"

"Make sure it's okay."

"Did you feel relieved after seeing it?"

"Depends on what I see. But seeing that he had already begun to accept "my death" made my burden less."

"Thank God! I'm glad you're improving. I hope you recover soon and can continue your life again."

Sinta nodded her head.

"I'm so grateful to you. You're the best!" Sinta put her hand on Dylan's neck.

Dylan's heart was beating very fast. Eyes obfuscate. Dylan brought his face closer and kissed Sinta's lips lightly. Fascinate him and deepen his kiss. 

Dylan lost control of himself. Sinta herself looked nervous. He hasn't kissed anyone. His body trembled and trembled.

The soul and soul between the two of them. Let go of each other.

Dylan took off Sinta's clothes one by one. Then take off her own clothes.

"Are you sure we'll do it?" Dylan confirmed Sinta's readiness.

Sinta's face looked very nervous and her heart was beating very fast.

Like a free waterfall. Sinta felt her heartbeat sound to the world.

"If you're not ready or want it. We stop. Let's try another time. How's it?"

With Dylan it all felt easier.  Everything feels lighter to go through.

Their relationship is not only as a married couple but also as a friend.

There is nothing to be achieved and accomplished. There was no burden on his shoulders. There is no storm to be put in.

Living a simple life that makes the mind and heart and feelings become calm and comfortable.

There is no ambition to be achieved, grasped or sustained.

In the end, women are just women. The weak fragile creature was helpless.

Riding alone around the Alps accelerated his healing process. 

The happy news accompanies their marriage which they knit together.

Sinta prepared a very romantic dinner. They eat in the moonlight to light up the night. The full moon shines on a dark night.

Oxtail soup, rice, parchment, bakwan, crackers and sambal. A fresh orange juice complement.

"Evening is special. What's up?"

Sinta looked at Dylan's face with a happy look.

"I have a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah? Whatisit? I'm curious."

"How about we eat first?"

"Hmm, what a great idea. Incidentally, I'm very hungry and can't think clearly."

Sinta laughed at Dylan's response.

"You like being here? Or do you want to move?"

"Of course I like it here and don't mean to move."

"What, uh, about your surprise?"

"Guess dong! Don't spoil it!"

It was Dylan's turn to laugh.

"Your money's up?"

Sinta shook her head.

"Is there something you want to buy?"

Sinta shook her head again.

"You want to renovate the house?"

Sinta shook her head again.

"Want to buy new furniture?"

Sinta shook her head again.

"Change curtains?"

"Nope."

"Buy another car?"

"Nope."

"Change cars?"

"Nope."

"Sell car?"

"Nope."

"New pet?"

"Nope."

"I'm giving up."

"You gave up too soon."

"Eitherway! Brain's dead-end. All answers are not. I don't have any other ideas. You want to buy cooking utensils?"

"No." Sinta laughed again.

"What yes?"

"Take dong!"

Dylan's face stiffened.

"LUSTY!" Suddenly exclaimed.

"You can guess it?"

Dylan nodded his head.

"Thank God!" Sinta smiled with relief.

"You want a divorce from me."

"Unfortunately not."

"Then what?"

"Rather than one of us having a heart attack as a result of your ngawur guess. I'd better just leak it. Even though I wish you could guess."

Sinta pulled out a box and turned it on Dylan.

Dylan opened the boxes one by one. There's a smaller box inside. Dylan kept opening the boxes.

"Must I open all these boxes?"

"You can't guess. Of course you have to open all those boxes. Find your own surprise."

"You'll be able to tell me without having to prank me like this." Complain Dylan.

"It could be but I don't want to." Sinta laughed at Dylan's face.

Dylan kept opening the boxes until the last box. She opened it and her facial expression described her happy mood.

"OMJ! You pregnant?"