Only One Heart

A girl named Nina

The short needle on the clock pointed at the number 10 at night as Purna walked out of the room. Some night shift waiters seemed busy cleaning up the restaurant that was about to close. Some of those who saw it, gave smiles and bowed respectfully to Purna, who was replied with just a nod once. Purna whose entire body felt tired, walked hastily through each table. So stupefied, he did not pay attention around. And accidentally, Purna's shoulders nudged a woman who was busy wiping the table. The woman's body was shrewd and reflexes retreated several steps to maintain balance. The cloth held by the woman was thrown to the floor. "Oh, sorry! I'm not happy," said Purna. His steps practically came to a halt as soon as he felt a pretty violent impact on his right shoulder. The woman snorted. A moment later, the look in his eyes met a look with a clear lake full of worry. For a moment he froze, fascinated by the beautiful figure who accidentally nudged his body. "Hey, are you okay?" Full step forward one step. Approaching the woman who now stands wrong. "Oh, mmm .. I-I'm fine, really, sir!" he replied while looking down deeply, hiding the red hue that spread from his cheeks. "Thank God!" Purna sighs in relief. "Once again, I'm sorry." "It's okay, sir. I pay less attention around." "Yes, already. Then, excuse me," said Purna, then passed. Continuing the steps that had been stopped slowly, the woman raised her head, watched the wide back and straight Purna who was increasingly away and disappeared behind the glass door of the restaurant. "Halloooo .. back to earth, woy!" Dinda, one of the waiters of the restaurant waved in front of the face of the woman who was still fixated on the door. The one who was reprimanded blinked, then turned to look at Dinda who was watching him with one eyebrow raised. "That was ...." He did not continue, but the tail of his eyes glanced at the door, the place Purna had just passed. As if to code Dinda, who she meant. "He's Mr Purna, the restaurant manager. The boss's son" explained Dinda. "Reprint, huh?" goda. Instead of responding, the questioner turned around and walked towards the back room. Leaving Dinda screaming poretes. "Woy, Nina! He said he wanted to help me clean up, lha why even play run away, anyway!?"

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Purna dropped himself on a soft mattress after returning from the restaurant. The phone that he had turned off all day was revived. Just to check the notifications. Sure enough, one minute after the 5-inch sail phone was active, dozens of notifications invaded, from Whats App, BBM, Line, and other social media owned. However, what caught Purna's attention the most was Jessica's Line chat. Ignoring the other message, Purna opened the chat, which Jess apparently sent earlier this afternoon.

Jess Dunia: Unaaaa .... Jess Runia: there is good news!

Purna's forehead frowned. If there was any good news from Jess for her, it must be related to Aika. So without looking at the time, Purna immediately ransacked chat Jess, hoping that the person across there is still not late in the dream world. Aji's full moon: what good news, Jess? Sent! So curious about the happy news from Jessica, Purna was not willing to stretch the window from her Line chat room. Faithfully, he looks at the phone screen. Hope to worry waiting for a reply. Five minutes passed, Purna sighed. Time shows almost midnight. Jessica probably fell asleep at this hour. Clicking the home button, Purna prepared to close his eyes. All day Purna's mind was a mess, his job was a mess. And all just because of the chat from Jessica last night. Even Todi thought he was crazy, because he had thought about proposing to Aika without the girl's approval. Come to think of it, Purna may actually be crazy. Want to play lamar children carelessly. If accepted, if rejected? After all, before accepting someone's proposal, the father would definitely ask the princess's willingness, right? Hah ... thinking of Aika, always managed to shift the normal thinking of Purna. I don't know what kind of charm it has, to make a Purnama shudder like this. Purna's eyes have begun to fade when the sound of the Line notification reads. The young man opened his eyes spontaneously. Rushing up, he immediately grabbed the Vietnamese-made phone he had put on the nightstand and hurriedly face it. Purna's heart immediately pounded as chat from Jess appeared on the main screen.

Jess Runia: where the hell is it, Na? I chatted it since noon tau ....

Aji's full moon: sori, Jess. My phone was killed all day. Aji's full moon: so? What's the good news?

Purna fell back. Sleep on your back with a look of pain to the ceiling of the room whose lights have been turned off. Only the full sleeping lamp remains, leaving it alive as the only source of illumination. Thin mosquito nets that dangle close the window as long as he opened, waving in the wind, giving a cold sensation to the body of Purna who used to sleep bare-chested and only wearing pyjamas. The ac room he had turned off earlier. Purna likes this kind of atmosphere. Dim and silent. Only the beating of the wall clock and the whispering of the night wind could be heard by the ears. The notification reads. Still from the same guy.

The chat was hanging for a while. Purna waiting for the next chat, please be anxious. Various kinds of thoughts ran in the mind of Purna who returned full of the name Aika.

Jess Runia: Especially for this month, anyone who comes home to apply for her, Aika will accept.

Purna sudden distress gulps. His hand holding the phone trembled slightly. He read a series of sentences from Jess repeatedly, just to make sure what he read now is not just a delusion. One voice from Purna's head shouted loudly. He told her to hurry up to Marko Handoyo and propose to his daughter, before another lucky man proposed to her, because even to death Purna will not be willing to watch Aika with other men.

Jess Runia: no longer a time to think much, Purna Jess Runia: this is a golden opportunity for elo Jess Runia: mumpung Aika again khilaf agree to this kind of ridiculous deal.

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Purna sits uneasily in the living room of the Pramono family. The house of his parents who stood firmly in the Lebak Bulus area, South Jakarta. The Plenary spent his childhood and adolescence. Across from the young man was Rasti, the mother who had caught him in slight astonishment. It's not usually Purna looks like this mess. Her hair was disheveled and there was a black girth looming under her eyes. Alongside Rasti, Markus is busy with his morning newspaper and a cup of coffee. Ja. It's still morning. Too early for a child to come to his parents' house and say there is something important to say. Rasti's confused. The important thing is what Purna wants to convey, to come to this house at half six in the morning. Even Rasti had just finished his morning prayers when he heard the doorbell being squeezed many times. Making him who is ready to teach with a mushaf clasped in his hands, it must run around small to the front door to open the door. “So?” Mark's heavy voice sounded. Starting the conversation that Purna teramat urgent said, to interfere with the morning activities that fathers who usually run around the complex before leaving for work. “I ...” Full Speech. He took another breath before he spoke again. While both hands that drooped on the lap began to get wet with sweat. The temperature in this room is cold enough. “I want to propose someone,” he continued steady. The newspaper that opened in front of Marcus's face, he immediately closed and just put it on the table without folding it first. “What?” “Serious?” Unlike Marcus who was shocked, Rasti actually welcomed the words of the son with an enthusiastic expression. A small nod from Purna answered Rasti's question, making the middle-aged woman's face more radiant. “Who is the girl you want to apply for?” ask Marcus later. His flat expression, made Purna's guts a little daunted. “Malaika.” “Malaika?” Marcus's eyebrows rise next door, hinting at Purna to explain about the girl in question in more detail. “She's my High School friend, Pa.” “How about seedlings, bebet, weights?” “He was the second son of Mr. Marko Handoyo and Aunt Santi Tuskia. His father worked as Marketing Director at a textile company in Jakarta. Mother's an ordinary housewife. He graduated from the state university majoring in economics,” Purna explained at length, hoping that the father did not give opposition. Marcus was bearded while rubbing his beard-free chin. The gaze of the man with a look similar to the middle-aged version of Purna was fixed on the son who was sitting upright opposite him. Awaiting decision. “Can he cook?” Purna did not answer. Her memory floated on the contents of Jess' chat last night, when Purna asked the same thing.

“Can,” Purna said later. He breathed quietly. Fortunately Aika can cook, although not as universal as Marcus. “You love him?” ask Marcus one last time. Staring at Purna's clear lake deep, looking for honesty. Although he had applied for conditions, Purna's wife should be able to cook, but still, the most important thing was the happiness of the eldest son. “Very!” Purna looked into his father's eyes. Showing the seriousness of each syllable spoken. “Udahlah, Pa. Don't keep wondering. Importantly, right, the candidate of the plenary can cook. If Papa tanyain so, Purna ends null and void!” Rasti interrupted, when he saw Marcus's lips were open, about to speak again. “Si Mama what's it, anyway?” Marcus glared at his wife. “Papa don't want any more, really. Just want to say to Purna, if Papa agrees with his choice,” continued Marcus jumawa. He glanced at Purna from the tail of the eye when saying his last sentence. A small smile he could not bear when he saw the face as fragile as Purna showed. In his heart, he sighed. My son is an adult. And soon will create his own little family. Whereas previously, Marcus had the intention to introduce Purna with one of the new employees at the restaurant. Todi's new assistant is named Nina.