OWNER OF HEART

Eps 13's

At two in the morning while awake, I found a voice message from the traveler. No, not voice mail. Except for a song. What song is this? I immediately took the headset.

The intro is starting to sound.

Slowly.

It was like breaking the silence of the night. I've heard this song before, a long time ago. I haven't heard this song in a long time.

"Oh, this is. Dealova by Once Mekel."

His voice once softened. Feels to the heart.

I want to be a dream in your sleep…

I want to be something you might miss…

Because the steps are broken without you..

Oh, because the heart is tired…

Then, suddenly, something felt like a plug in my throat. I listened carefully to each of the lyrics sung by a famous singer. The song finished with a little soft instrument.I buried my face in both palms. I don't understand why the pengelana sent such a song.

“Not sleeping? Wake up? Or can't sleep?” I typed that sentence. But, hurriedly remove it.

The next time the song was sent to me. Travelers put up a last verse of Dealova's song on her status.

Only you can calm me down…

Without you I feel lost and lonely...

Maybe he just can't sleep. I turned Dealova back. I don't know why the aura of this song feels sad and touching.

Not getting carried away, I took off the headset. Put the phone down, then I'll tick the clock. And I'm also headed for the shower.

Forty minutes later, I turned on the laptop.  There's a script I need to revise before I send it. I tried not to think about the song, and just turned away from the screen when I heard the dawn prayer. The atmosphere of the hostel is starting to get crowded. There were steps from the next door neighbor towards the mosque.

****

Twenty-four hours after sending Dealova, the traveler did not greet me at all. I wanted to comment on his status, about the song, but it was removed.

****

In the morning, while preparing to go to work, I made coffee. I took a cup of coffee and sent it to the Traveler. “Mana your coffee?”

Tick one.

****

Arriving at the hospital, before visiting the patient rooms I saw my cell phone again. And the message for Travelers remains tick one.

“Hmm…. Unusually.” Mumbles.

****

On break I went back to checking whatsapp. Oh, my God, my message still ticks one. What's wrong with her? Did something happen?  Data package out? Phone missing? She sick? Or... she blocked my number? But, for what reason?

And that one tick still goes on, until the night I get home from work. My feelings are starting to get bad. But this is a tiring Monday. I'll sleep faster.

Haven't had time to put a cell phone, a call came in.

“Mother..”

“Home home?” ask my mother after we exchanged greetings.

“Newly, Bu.”

“Dirasani Your father, long time no call, he said.”

“Iya, sorry Mom. Mheta, these few days are indeed rather busy”

“Still fighting with, Daffa?”

Why are you also asking about Daffa?

“Mheta w-a she fits

want to go first, Bu.”

“Thank God. We thought you were still marahan.”

“Bu... We are adults.” I don't even know why

answer that to Mom.

“Daffa stories about in Korea?”

I'm taking a deep breath, “no, Bu.”

“Oh. Yes wis, sleep wae.” immediately

I got a few minutes after I hung up the phone. So, what exactly did you ask me? I'm telling you, or about Daffa?  If you want to know, you should be able to ask Daffa's mother directly.

I opened a chat with Daffa, who had drowned far below other messages. A marker, that we have not greeted each other for a very long time. He also did not give any news after he got there. I stared at the screen for a moment. Realizing that from the last time we spoke, Daffa never put up a status on whatsapp at all.

****

Since boarding, I've had a natural alarm. Getting to bed early means waking up faster, and vice versa. If I wake up and sleep again, I usually wake up late. I felt lucky and made it a golden time to write or read.

Actually I don't want to hold the phone until it's over dawn. Unfortunately the screen is circling, indicating incoming messages tease me. Just an email notification I turned on.

My thumb went to the email, and it turned out to be just a twitter security account. Geez! Holding my phone, my eyes couldn't avoid one message on whatsapp.

From foreign numbers. One voice message was sent at one in the morning. I immediately grabbed the headset on the desk. Connect to the phone and attach it to the ear.

It was a little different to his voice when we spoke in the waiting room of the train at what time. But I'm sure if the voice sent this is his.

“Hey, what's new. I hope you're always in the situation.

doin' fine. Sorry if I worried you. There actually is

what I want to tell you.”

Oh, my God... What's wrong with travelers? Why did he change the number, even send a voicenote message. Not as usual?

“What's wrong with you?” I finally typed the message and sent it.

I stared at the screen. No sign of online. Is something happening to her? Even changing the number?

Long time I wait for a reply message from the traveler. But there's no sign he's online. I finally got out of whatsapp and headed to the music gallery. No evidence there. No name information

files. Only ver:1 with unknown title. Same with voice messages that come through whatsapp.

I'm heading for an app. Enter the name of the Role in the search box. There are many accounts under the name of the manager. But of course there is only one account whose profile picture is a backpack.

I'm also heading to his profile. And it's true he is. It has also been in the app for a long time. Uploaded status more than five hundreds.

“You ever hurt someone?” suddenly I remembered the question. “Sort of making him misunderstand? Probably both.”

“Say that if we love someone, sometimes we will let him misunderstand rather than hurt him.” I'm quoting from a novel, no matter what the title is, it looks like a Nicholas Sparks novel.

“That's a dilemma or don't have a choice?” ask the traveler at that time.

Then we laughed. And as usual the conversation just evaporated.

I brought a cup of coffee into the room.

Holy hooch! Knows my writing hours run out to listen to the song he sent it. I took off the headset and put the phone on as soon as I heard the sound of the dawn.

****

Because there is no reply from the traveler. I decided to shut down the data packet. It's nothing, I just want to focus. He was so weird and I started not being able to think about it. Oh, don't get me wrong, I mean, not think about how, I'm just worried about something happening.

****

At ten in the evening, I just turned on the data package. Right after the traveler's message came in. I blew the air as it opened and he just sent a ghost emoticon.

“What's wrong with you?”

“Being not good.”

“Why?”

“Being not good.”

“Ya why?”

“Ya is not good.”

“Terus the voicenote in the new number, what does it mean?”

He didn't answer. For a long time, don't just say that it's not her number. It was clearly his voice.

I want to ask him if he has a problem with Rosa? But I pared, until the message came back in.

“You have another app?”

Oh.. What kind of question is that?

“Why?”

“Maybe we can be the best partner of all time.” Says Pengelana while sending a laughing emoticon.

Best partner? Oh, that sounds so sweet. Unfortunately I no longer want to put that hope to a Traveler.

To notify my account to the traveler. I still doubt.

“Colah. What's your account name?” said Pengelana again.

“Mmm…. Secret.” Oh, my God, I was wrong. The answer already hinted that I had an account that he asked for.

“I will make sure, if I can find your account.”

What kind of statement is that? He was always on his own terms. But I'm sure he won't be able to find my account.

“About your new number. Answer first?”

“One day will also know.” then Travelers off just like that. Unfortunately, we did not discuss what made it bad.

The next day, I found one status on an app I was following. I checked out the poem I wrote. I fixed a few words. Then I sent it to the traveler. And now the poem has perched on the traveller's deacon.

It's about someone who holds memories.

He walked stoopedly filled with memories of his time…

Then, the second, third, fourth line..

I told him, fight for what is worth fighting for…

Or accept reality with broad acceptance…

The past doesn't end, it's often painful, isn't it?

I opened my mouth, as I began to give emoticons to the poem in the form of angelic smiles.

Will the traveler know that it is me? it seems not to know, because many people who give emoticons in that status.