OWNER OF HEART

Eps 12's

“I can ask you something?”

“Jawab honestly?”

After the afternoon service, I also reread the contents of the message Pengalana that I had not been able to reply, since last afternoon. Why try, he did not immediately ask what he wanted to question me? Is he afraid to offend me? Or is that a question I find hard to answer? I don't know.

“What do you want to ask? Don't ask me something I can't answer.” I decided to send the kallimat, and waited for a dozen of them while reading the book. Almost eleven o'clock at night, a message from the traveler came in.

“Udah night, sleep there. The rain has stopped, hasn't it?”

I raised an eyebrow. What kind of sentence is that? You mean he didn't ask? I tapped on the edge of the phone. Because seeing a traveler who's been off. So I decided not to reply to her message again. I put my phone down and continued reading.

****

One of the things I do on a Sunday morning, in addition to checking in the literary group week about the loading of works, is to read the works there.

First of all, of course I want to learn from the writings that are published. The second is to know the taste of the media. If we want to send writing to a media, we must know it, right? Must know also, whether about the script we send to the media is really suitable or not.

Because, it could be rejected not because it is not good, but because it does not fit. Maybe as father said, “tokapau yang yang dad, can not be mixed with opor delicious chicken made mother.” Well it sounds off.

I went back to reading some novels and poems. There is one poem that can make me sediKit knit jidat, a masterpiece on behalf of Rosa. I immediately read the comments, there are some poems loaded by Rosa.

I immediately brought up photos of poems entitled, Rosa rhymes.

I am no stranger to these poems. Try immediately, to remember back. Where have I read those poems? Oh my God, I just realized, it's all a traveling poem. Yes, it's all the masterpiece of the traveler. Are there any poems that are plagiarized? I read the next poem. And it turns out, it also belonged to the traveler who accidentally wrote on a tissue and squeezed and threw it away.

“Rosa? Is he a Traveler?” my mind was immediately agitated.

I immediately searched his account, there were some on behalf of Rosas, but there was only one who was friends with the Traveler. I shut my mouth.  He once queried in Traveling status.  Does that mean he's friends with the wanderer? So you can access a photo album that is special to friends.

“Hey, your poem is plagiarized by someone on behalf of Rosa.” I typed the message with somewhat emotion. How dare that person acknowledge writing that does not belong to him.

“Iya, I already know.”

I straighten my back, “what? Travelers already know?”

“He stole your writings. Could he... Must be tried to be a lesson. Let's sue.”

“No, coke. He doesn't steal.”

I also read the messages of the traveler.

“No how, obviously he's plagiarized? You guys are friends on Fb, right? Because the poems are you special settings friends only?”

Long time I wait for a reply from the traveler. I see he's still online, but heedless of my message. I also decided to wait for his reply while brewing tea to the kitchen. When he returned from the kitchen, the answer was no less surprising.

“She's already permission on me.”

“Izin how?”

“Ya, permission.” Answers that contain puzzles.

“You know him?”

“Iya.”

Da? I'm stunned. An uncomfortable feeling immediately ambushed me. “What are they..”.

“Can you know the story?” I had no choice but to ask.

“What is important to you?”

I also exhaled with annoyance. And type messages with a bit of emotion. “Ya obviously important dong, because this must be straightenedkasn. Acknowledging other people's writing as his writing, obviously can not be justified.”

I stared at the screen.

“I'm sincere, and no one knows except you. Anyway the writing was already thrown away, M. he found it in the trash.”

A dumpster? Who exactly is Rosa. Until you can access the garbage? A neighbor? Office buddy? Or... true said Rini, if he is married? Oh my God, I don't think I need to ask a traveler who Rosa really is. Obviously, there must be a special relationship between the two of them.

“So morning, he's been banging on the door showing the newspaper.”

I intend to put the phone when the traveler message comes in again.

I don't know what to comment. Congratulate him, or Rosa.

“Formerly, when I arrived in this city, and still often make drafts of job applications on paper. What often happens is that it is not clear. I used to throw in the trash.”

The traveler sent such a long message. And he still looks typing, so I chose to check on him.

“Until one day, after I received the work. I switched to writing on the sidelines. Sometimes I throw it away, but not always in the trash that is usually.”

I read without comment.

“So when he asked me why I didn't write poems, I realized that he had taken them out of the trash. I was surprised, I finally told him that the photos were on Fb.”

I also took a long breath.

“Eh, he even forced me to send the writings to the media. I don't want to. Finally he sent it.”

“So who is this?” Never mind, I think it's better to ask.

Laughing traveler, “dia my neighbor's boarding house. Who likes to ngomelin me, my miskol-piskol for prayer. Nuruh ngurangi. Tipping window just remembering dirty clothes do not be stockpiled.”

“That's his name.” I laughed dryly while writing a reply for him. The same moment that warmly exploded on my hand.

“Iya I know that. Only he is willing to peel kwaci for me.” The traveler adds laughing emoticons.

I replied with the same emoticons.

“Where do you want to peel kwaci for me?”

“No ma'am!” I laughed again.

“Now you know right? Why don't I bother with those poems?”

I sip tea that somehow feels bland. Yeah, I get it, of course they're lovers.

“Congratulations yes, for you and for Rosa.” I sent that sentence with a smile emoticon.

At the same time, something seemed to have peeled off from the surface of my heart. What kind of feeling is this?

I ended the conversation that morning, preparing to go to the library. But on several occasions, I still remembered the words of the Wander.

“Neighbors who like to snack..the only people who are willing to peel kwaci...”.

It feels like just yesterday, the story traveller about his love story that is not approved by his lover's parents. The events that eventually led him to flee to a town. He told me so painfully, as if plucking memories from his head.

But, maybe true, when we met at the station it wasn't his first escape. Perhaps he was only remembering how he had first set foot from his homeland into the city.

Semantara in fact, the traveler already has a lover again. “Have another lover. Isn't that natural? Yes, it is very reasonable.”

****

After returning from the library, I spent the afternoon reading to sleep. When I woke up, I received a photo of the sunset from the traveler. Apparently he's on the beach.

“Streeting, yes?” my reply.

He didn't answer. But instead sent a video of the waves for thirty seconds.

“Thank you.” My speech.

He sent back a photo, the atmosphere was darker. Color red copper sky.  Do the Travelers go

see the sun sink together, Rosa? Yeah, of course, they were, lovers.

“Gosh, why do I remember Rosa so much? Is tomorrow-tomorrow, he will send again the writings of the traveler on his behalf? Rosa can write what not?” what kind of question is this? my heart shouldn't have to deal with all that. Because it will only invite pain.

I also thought about seeing his Facebook account. Did he upload to the status about loading the poem?

But Rosa's profile wall looks deserted. It seems like in a friend-only setting. Oh, my God, I should have realized that the name Rosa does appear often in travelers.

What kind of thought is this. I rubbed my yams, then ran to the shower and then wudhu. After a while, close the room and lock it. Tonight, I want to go to bed faster. I pray for father, mother, Daffa and for.

Ever since he told me what it was like to step away from home. I always pray that he will be happy. I still feel how worried he is when he has surgery. Now that he's healthy and maybe happy, shouldn't I be happy?