OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 11

I decided to ask the head of the ER if I can't get in tomorrow. Because there are relatives who will perform the operation. Either because of my really convincing expression or how,

The head of the room gave me permission.

The nurses and doctors asked me what kind of surgery my relatives had. I also explained briefly. When they asked me if I would go back to Magelang to visit relatives who were going to be operated on. I'm not silent

answered. I really don't have an answer. There was even one midwife who asked, my relatives will surgery where, I also answered ‘dilumahat’. I'm not lying, am I? Because Pengelana will indeed be operated in the hospital. But I don't know which hospital he's going to have surgery.

For the rest of the day, I was just mocking dhikr. I dare not greet the Saddle.

“You still sick?” ask Rini.

I gulped, “ Henggak.”

“You're tangled once, Mhet. Tired of working all day?”

“No, Rin. I'm doing fine. Even at work I was not so busy. Only visit inpatient rooms.” Tukanku while smiling flatly.

****

“Mheta, charred!” shouted Rini who watched my clothes steaming smoky.

I opened my eyes, spontaneously I grabbed the iron that was still billowing on my clothes.

“Astagfirullah, bolong.” My eyes are rounded.

“Yes is bolong. Your men stay here, Mhet. What exactly are you? I've seen these three days like I've had a lot of thoughts! What are you thinking, Mhet?” rini asked while shaking, seeing my official clothes form an iron image with the side of it black.

“I...” I am confused about answering Rini's question. There's no way it would feel if I said I was thinking about the state of the wanderer.

“I what? You must be rich because of that, right? Ever since you know the owner of that mizone bottle, you really look weird, Mhet!” rini was a little upset.

“Not so, Rini.” I also set my breath, to tell the true story between me and the wanderer.

“Not so what!”

“The man is sick, Rin. He will have surgery tomorrow morning at nine.” I started to tell him about the condition of the Traveler to Rini. “he is very sick.” My next.

“Continue? If he's seriously ill, can you heal him? Mheta's? Open your eyes wide. You and him haven't seen each other since that train lounge, have you? Even you yourself said

to me, don't know where the mizone bottle is now where.” Rini looks so upset.

“But, Rin...” I would like to reassure Rini, if the Traveler is in a state of severe pain, “what's wrong we join empathizing with people who are seriously ill.”

“Say if you actually have a crush on the bottle of mizone, yes, right?”

I choked up, thinking about Rini's words just now. Maybe I really like traveling? Is it possible that this feeling of mine is really real for travelers? Oh, my God, why is it so complicated.

“Sentence, Rin. What is clear at this time I feel sorry for the state of him who is sick.”

“Mheta? Sorry yeah. Are you sure if she's single? Or maybe he has a family.” Bak was struck by lightning in the middle of a hole, I heard Rini's statement just now. “You yourself said that he

running away from reality? Who knows, he ran away from his wife's house? Could be, right?”

“How are you, Rin?” i said lirih.

“Ah come, it's up to you. I'm lazy to give you. Because since you know the same bottle of mizone, you really changed.” Rini said as she left me alone in the room.

I glanced once again, the official clothes that had been hollowed out due to my carelessness. This has nothing to do with a traveler, right?

*****

At three in the morning, I immediately tiptoed off my bed. Towards the bathroom to immediately take ablution water. I remember, I had to pray for the Traveler. I also remember, if he ever told me that

actually he's wading. But I never asked him again, where he was going. But that's not the problem. Who is waiting for him at the moment? is his family coming?

I remember now, in the lap letter he showed yesterday the name of one of the big companies in Indonesia as the person in charge of hospital fees. I'm relieved. So he works there? Did ya? It means we could have met it, not really the first day the traveler fled. I don't know. I don't bother about that. What matters is that tomorrow the operation is smooth.

****

“So because the mizone bottle hurts, you didn't work?” Rini entered the room and glared at me. Like a mother who is ready to nag her child.

“From me not concentrating..”

Rini sat in front of me. Examining my face. I don't actually like being seen like that.

“So right? You like it?”

“Why ask so?”

“You fell in love with her?”

You think it's that easy to fall in love?”

“You're worried this is overdone, Mhet. Who is he to the point that you are not in service? What do you want at the boarding house anyway? Want to go there wait for him? Remember I said last night Mhet. Not necessarily she's single? And do you know what region he is in now?”

I swallowed spit. My throat hurts. “please don't judge me, Rin. You don't understand.”

“I just remind you, you've gone overboard, Ayuandira Larasati.”

“Rini,” my voice purau. “He's my friend, just like you. If you're sick I'll worry about you too.”

“But I'm real, Mhet?”

My eyes are hot, “you think the Traveler is not real?”

I stared, Rini. “No need to fall in love with someone first, to worry and pray for him, right? You know, communicating with him makes even trivial things worthwhile. I'm like

finding another side of me? Is it natural that I worry about it?” My eyes glazed. I feel my eyes are blurred. I was disappointed with Rini's attitude.

“Sorry, Mheta..”voice Rini turned soft. “hopefully smooth and your friend soon healed...” Rini patted my shoulder.

I closed the door after Rini came out. Nine hours less than twenty minutes. Are the travelers ready?

making prayer rugs.

“Jam sepulu.”

My stomach feels so heartbroken that I worry. I drink water many times.

“Jam eleven.”

I feel nauseous, my hands sweat. On schedule, he should be in surgery right now.

Azan dzuhur's.

I immediately prayed. At that time I was trying to stop. God will give you the best path. I immediately folded my face with a calmer feeling. I'm willing not to be notified immediately, as long as he wakes up in a state of good and healthy again.

I breathed in the long air and exhaled slowly. Then I grabbed the phone. Allah Akbar!

The traveler sends his picture in a hospital dress. His head and face were full of hoses.

“Thank you for it.”

It felt like a huge stone was lifted from my chest. “Thanks Yes Allah.” Never before have I felt such relief.I wanted to type a lot of words on the Traveler, but I knew, he had to take a break.

“Alhamdulillah, hopefully soon recover.” I finally typed the word and sent it.

In the afternoon, the traveler sent another message.

“Hey, thanks for the prayer..”.

“Sama-sama, hope you get well soon, yes?”

The next morning, I was still worried about the wander. Because I know, the first twenty-four hours post-surgery is an important time. So, I sent him a message.

“Hey, how, feel better? Any complaints?”

Is my question excessive? I don't think so, because in the medical world, it's a common thing we say to patients. But.. Pengelakan not my patient? He doesn't even know my true profession.

The traveler replied to my message an hour later. Just with a smiling emoticon. All right, he needs a break. But the reply indicated that at least he could still type.

****

In the afternoon when I got home from the hospital, the traveler sent a message back.

“Hai, M..”

“Where, how good?”

“Udah mendingan.. stay waiting for recovery.”.

“Alhamdulillah... can eat?”

“Can, but hospital food is not good, it tastes tasteless. I want to eat savory.”

“Hey...where can post-surgery eat as you please. Moreover, you run out of synosal operations, just making up for you.”

“Emang you know? the disease is still?”

“That's it, I'm right.”

“I'm what? Doctor you mean? Hahahaha... doctor novel yes?” said.

I smiled while replying, “iya, I am a writer.”

Regarding hospital food that is considered less suitable for him, travelers still discuss it until breakfast. I sent him a picture of a cup of coffee plus a pack of kwaci. He returned a photo of an empty bowl with boiled egg shells and next to it were two stalks of jam bread that were still intact.

“Enakan rice padang.”

I laugh, “you can aja.”

“Partang rice, afternoon hodgepodge, evening Indomie.”

I laughed again, until Rini who saw me was shaking.

“Where is it better? Does it still hurt?”

“You are like a doctor only , M. here has been brought by the doctor. You also want to bring me.”

I blushed. “just consider me doctor.”

“Ah don't want, I don't like doctor.”

Deg, my heart is chattering. “why? The prophecy is noble? Can it help many lives?”

“Who said? Most doctors now only look at poor patients with one eye. Not even a few of the patients have to bite the akibata finger has no cost, I do not like the profession. Hope I didn't meet that guy.” The reply was accompanied by a laughing emoticon,

“Hey, not all doctors are like that, it's only part oknum.”

“Oh, yes. How do you know that? are you a doctor?”

I got stuck, and decided not to reply

profession, “how have you really been breeding?”

“Udah, and now can go home.”

“M. Can I ask you something?”

“Ask what?”

“Jawab by honest.”