Owner of Heart #1

The Extra Part 3

I walked quickly and emotionally towards the living room where my family was accompanying the Widy family with smiles on their faces, making me sick of seeing her! Because of them, the woman I love the most and most precious to me has now left this country with a broken heart, without knowing the real reason.

They were all smiling looking at me as I got closer, my phone rang that I originally wanted to ignore until I finally caught a glimpse of the caller's name making me stop with wide eyes.

With a wide chest I raised the call, “Hallo, Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

“Dad?” I couldn't believe it when I saw who called me made me undo whatever I was going to do.

“Daddy, disturb no?”

“No, Well... Dad how are you?”

“We're all fine... Yudha, did you know that today Kekey will go?”

I stopped breathing for a moment when I heard Dad say, he's not gone yet! He's still here!

“He hasn't left yet? She's still here?” I asked a little loudly to make everyone in the living room that was only separated by a glass cabinet with the family room staring at me, but I didn't care! I turned my back with half a run I went back up to the room to pick up the jacket.

“His departure accelerated a few months and now we are at the airport dropping him off.”

“I'll be there now! Please hold him don't let him in before I come.”

“Alright, Dad will try to hold it for as long as Dad can, but you only have 1 hour more before his departure.”

“I will arrive at the airport as soon as I can. Well, thank you very much.”.

I hung up my phone and prepared to leave when Mamah approached me.

“Where are you going? They were waiting,” Mamah whispered after seeing me preparing to leave wearing a leather jacket and carrying a helmet.

“Just a minute, Mah, I'll be right back.”

“Yudha! Yudha!” Mamah called me but I ignored her, I immediately ran towards the garage where my motorcycle was parked and immediately shot away.

Like the bad luck I run my motorbike between the density of the vehicle on Saturday afternoon on the road Sukajadi to Husein where there are several large malls that become one of the destination centers of tourists and Bandung residents, not to mention the row of shops and markets Sukajadi make me have to meander around avoiding cars.

I didn't care when I heard the ear-piercing honking sound when I overtook the vehicles, and I re-claimed as the traffic lights turned red, I looked at my watch as it spun so fast, frustrating me when the lights didn't change color. I immediately shot back as soon as the green light turned on, fortunately Jl. The usual alignment around IP jam is now quite smooth, making me gase mercilessly.

I immediately parked the motorbike, opened the helmet and then ran into Husein Sastranagara airport which was not as big as Soekarno-Hatta airport but, still looking for people on weekends like now is quite difficult, it makes me a little desperate.

Until I finally saw the crowd of people I knew sitting on the waiting bench, making me breathe a sigh of relief that I was not too late. I quickly approached them.

“Yudha!” Mother who first saw me made everyone now look at me in disbelief.

“Bu, Dad... Thank goodness I'm not too late,” I said still with a breath of breath.

Dad stood up and nodded, “You're almost late, Lieutenant,” he said as he patted my shoulder and I can interpret that as a question ‘Where have you been all this time?’.

“But thankfully you are not too late, Nak.” Now Mother who stood up and hugged me as usual, made me feel what she felt when she met my parents yesterday.

“How are you, Mom?” I asked in a choked voice while smilingly looking at the woman I consider my own mother other than Mamah.

“Alhamdulillah, well, dear...why do you look so skinny? You must have missed your meal a lot, right?”

I smiled at the same question Mamah asked when she met him again for a long time.

“There is no food as delicious as Mother's cooking there.”

Mom laughed to hear me then said, “Mommy will have a good meal for you to bring to Jakarta later, let not skinny rich gini.”

I nodded while laughing.

“Mas.” Dirga greeted me with hugs like a little brother who met his brother made me more moved to get a welcome like a lost child who returned home.

From over Dirga's shoulder I saw Juang saluting with a smile, behind him Arga looked at me sharply. It seems like from all of them only Arga knows what really happened.

“The leather jacket is cool!”

I laughed at Dirga's words after releasing our embrace, “You may wear it later, but now I have to talk to your Brother first.”

I turned to look at him who was also looking at me, “We should talk..

He was silent for a moment then looked at his entire family as if asking for permission before finally nodding while standing up, we walked a little further away rather now we were standing face-to-face near the glass wall that showed the runway.

“Know from whom?” he asked after we felt we were quite far from the others.

“Dad.”

I can see he's taking a deep breath a little upset.

“I have to explain something to you, Za.”

“Nothing you have to explain anymore.. I already know everything and I will try to understand it... have received the letter?”.

I'm nodding.

“Have read it?”

I nodded again, “You do not know everything, Za... The child in the womb is not my flesh and blood.”.

I could see him shocked when I heard what I just said.

He was silent as if he had not recovered from his shock.

“So you mean he betrayed you.”

“Iya.”

“So? Do you want to come back to me because you have been betrayed by your own fiancee? I'm sorry but you'll only waste your time thinking like that.”

He looked angry and emotional again.

“No, that's not what I mean, I'm too selfish to ask you to come back to me after what I did to you, but I just want you to know the truth.”

“Because you love her..you have told me when in Yogya.”.

“And you believe that I can love another woman besides you?” I spoke firmly caught his attention and I managed to get him quiet even though he was still looking at me with an emotional look like that.

“She should not be pregnant, can not get pregnant.. because she already has no uterus anymore.”.

I saw her eyes open and was shocked to hear my story.

“The accident that befell him at that time made him have to do the uterus removal surgery, and it made his family hit, his lover left him after knowing it, and then he left, several times he tried to commit suicide because it seemed to live as a woman who is no longer perfect.”

He was still speechless hearing my story with eyes in disbelief at what I said.

“Every day I accompany him trying to regrow his confidence, at least that's what I can do to repay him for saving my life. And it worked out that his condition was getting better, he never tried to kill himself again and could smile again. But it turns out that my actions made him more dependent on me. until one day I did not come to the RS, and he was again stricken with anxiety and fear until he again attempted suicide because he thought there would no longer be a man who would want to marry him.”

I can see it seems like he is starting to understand what happened next.

“Do you think I left you because I love him? No, Za, I'm willing to get engaged to her because of my sense of responsibility and guilt for making her that way, but after seeing you on our engagement day, I realized that I should have just died that day.”

We were silent for a while, until he finally asked.

“So how can she get pregnant?”

I shook my head not knowing how it could happen, “When I read your letter I was as confused as you are now, how could she possibly be pregnant? But clearly he's not my flesh and blood, Za, I can confirm that!”

He looked at me and I hope he can see the seriousness of my words.

“You know me very well and you know I will not do that, and how can I do that with any woman other than yourself because you are the owner of my heart from the past until now. You should remember every time we split up at the airport like this I always said that you were the only one other than you, you should also know how I can love and give my heart to another woman while my heart is still with you. If you think you are the only one whose heart has been broken all this time, believe me my heart is even more broken because knowing I am the one who caused you to hurt like now.”

“You don't know how broken my heart is.”

“I know that trust me, because I have also felt the same way over these past few months.”

He fell silent then shook his head.

“I don't know if I can trust you anymore or not. Maybe your heart belongs to me, but I realized that I was never first in your priorities, I even lost to the women you just met, and I don't know how much more I have to give up for the happiness of others we don't even know.”

His words full of sadness made me fall silent because I knew I had foolishly made a mistake.

“I'm sorry for my stupidity, I was wrong.” Just that coming out of my mouth made her look at me for a moment.

“I need time to rearrange my heart..the heart that you have broken to pieces, and I do not know how long this heart will return completely.”

I nodded in understanding.

“You were the one who kept me going and waiting for me. Now I will take you away and I will wait for you as you waited for me all this time.”.

“Don't wait for me because waiting is a very laborious job, and I don't know if I'll come back with the same heart or not.”

I smiled at him, “I will wait for you even if you come home with another heart, then I will only be the guardian of your heart so that your heart does not get hurt again as when with me... about my feelings let it be my business.”

He fell silent, then shook his head, “This is unfair, really unfair.”

“I know, this is not fair to you, therefore I will not force you to come back to me or forgive me. No, I do not deserve you to forgive. It's just that if you're tired and can't find a place to go back. Remember I'm here for you.”.

He went back to silence then took a deep breath, “I can't promise to come back.”

“You don't have to promise me anything. Go quietly, be happy, come back to be the cheerful Keyza you used to be, be happy..

She was surprised to hear me calling her with a different call, I smiled at her.

“I will not call you by a call that is only mine until you allow me to call you by that call again, for now I have no special meaning in your heart, and since I am now your friend, I will call you Kekey like the others.”

He's still looking at me, I don't know what he's thinking right now.

“Don't tell me you don't even want to be friends with me.”

I beg you at least be friends with me now because only then will I continue beside you, taking care of you until your heart can return to be mine.

He just fell silent looking thinking while looking at me, “Entahlah.”.

“Come, just friends no more. Like Arga, Agus, Rendy, Kamal, and others..I beg you befriend me. I promise I will treat you as a friend, I will support you as a friend, I will be by your side as a friend, even when you don't come back to me and find my successor, I will support you until I am sure that that person will protect and love you more than me.”

He was silent for a while before finally nodding, “Alright, but I don't know if I can treat you like any other friend.”

“I understand, and I will wait until you can accept me as a friend just like everyone else.”

That day for the first time I could see him smiling sincerely at me before he finally really went far away leaving me.

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