OWNER OF HEART
Eps 14's
“Hai Closed Sun Cloudy.”
OMG! The traveler greeted with my account name.
“Covered Sun is overcast, who?” I said pretending not to understand.
“Yes you are, time yes my neighbor.”
I shut my mouth. Means he's already seen the emoticons I clicked yesterday on his account. But, how could he immediately assume that the one with the name was me? Even on the profile, I don't
putting up a photo of yourself. Just a photo of my favorite sunflower.
“Where can you assume that it is, me?”
“Who else has a strange name, if not you?”
He really knows, thank God he didn't slip any comments about my account.
“Why silent?” tanyakanya.
“Nothing.”
“You're more active there than on fb and Instagram?”
“No too, all my apps. I will visit if I am not busy.”
“Oh..so? You know, if the poem I uploaded is your work? Why don't you comment, M?”
“Yes, I know that. What are the comments on your own work for? For me to give an emoticon with the form of an angelic smile already represents, kok.”
“Really?’
“Means?”
“Are you not baper?”
“Baper? Baper in your own writing you mean? You can just.”
I reread the message that the Traveler sent. Remember how yesterday he worried about her when he sent Dealova songs.
“Dealova yesterday, I thought you were why.”
Laughing traveller, “only being no good.”
“Now is good?”
“Insyaa Allah.”
“Really?” let me be blatant if he's actually a little worried when he sends the song. Who knows, he told me something about Rosa, for example.
“It was just a song,M.”
“Song memories, huh?”
“Iya.”
“Sed in memory?” my many.
“Sedang listen to songs.” Look, how does he answer my question?
Suddenly I remembered something. Someone announced the selection of the Tangsel literacy festival.
“You want to come with this? your poems can be followed.” I sent a picture of the announcement, as well as an Instagram link.
“You're coming?” tanyakanya.
“The driver is coming. But the deadlinen is mepet, and I haven't written. If you want to send a poem, just move it from your existing poem.”
“You're the one who came.” Saddle Word.
“You don't want to? Or Rosa again sent?”
The traveler did not answer. He just went off. Does he agree that Rosa will send? His habits disappeared so. But yes, there is no rule between us to leave or permission just to
stop from obroloan. We're not lovers who have anything to do with.
****
Lately, there are many literacy events that can be followed. Usually, participants will get an invitation to the event. I sent a script for Banjarbaru’s Day Literacy Festivals, East Indonesia Literacy Festival, and everything still failed. Three times participated in Ubud Writers and Readers festival, but has not succeeded as well.
Because for Tangsel's literacy the theme was free, I thought of an idea that could roughly catch the attention of the jury. I thought of someone in a wet coat who plucked memories from his head. The short story managed to grab the attention of a famous newspaper editor. How about this time I also write her stuff again?
But. this time about her and her song Dealova.
‘For a song you sent, I simply wrote a poem.’
Are not long titles like this trending and rising? At least
interested in reading first, until it is finished. Whether you get elected or not is about sustenance.
‘we are not a couple.’
That's how I started my first short story opener.
‘Me and her were strangers who met on a dusk in November, dusk shrouded in the rustling of nature's singing. In a coffee shop facing the dark sun. I
purposely come there, a whole month. Just to prove that the appearance of the western sky is always changing every day.’
I continued typing, running the sentences in my head to my fingers, moving to the keyboard, until it finally appeared on my laptop screen. My feelings were exactly as I was when I wrote our first meeting
in the waiting room of the station. I hope he doesn't protest because I'm back making a script about him.
I breathed a sigh of relief, when affixed the word ‘finish’ on page nine. 1080 words. Sufficiently
for an early draft. Next, precipitate the manuscript for twenty-one hours. It is not a long time to make it a foreign object (as Stephen King said), when reading it again. But at least, unnecessary things on the manuscript, or the hollow part are more visible.
****
“This I just sent. You really don't come?”
Travelers don't reply anymore. He just came back off.
“Acts..” I speak for myself. Puckered his lips while staring at the name of the Traveler on the screen.
****
Right at zero-zero in the morning, I opened a notification that turned out to be from an email I sent yesterday. “Congratulations @AyuMhet86_, your short story with the title “For A song you sent, I simply wrote poets” passes to attend the literacy festival. For the next we will immediately send an invitation in the form of online.”
Jubilation of joy emanated from my face. I am so grateful to have passed the selection. Soon I reached for the phone next to the laptop, and headed for one name.
“Cerpenku passed selection.” I also typed the message, but hurriedly deleted it. I don't want the traveler to know, if the short story I'm loading is still about him.
I turned off my phone and saw Tangsel's literary Instagram, wanting to know who the names of those who escaped the festival were. There is a name that makes both my eyeballs wide.”Rosa coming too? He escaped!” my voice was shrieking in the silence of the night.
“Ya, Lord... Why did he upload Traveler's poem again? Is this the reason why travelers do not participate in the festival?” I'm talking to myself. Instantly there was a warm explosion that headed in my chest. What is this taste? why
I always feel uncomfortable when dealing with the name Rosa?
I immediately grabbed the phone I had left behind. “Rosa joined the festival too, huh?” I typed in a little annoyed.
The traveler replied to my message fifteen minutes later, “iya, I told you.”
Oh my God, I should have realized that they were lovers. And I should have known, if it was actually Pengelan who told Rosa to join the festival.
“Oh. Your poem escaped.”
“Thank you, M. I was also just quoted by Rosa, if
his poem escaped.”
Her poem? What do these words mean. Why should there be the word ‘nya’, is not it the work of a Traveler who was deliberately plagiarized by a Rosa?
“Can I ask?”
“Tanya? Ask what, M?”
With a little nervous, I type, “actually the poems are your work what is Rosa?”
“Don't I ever explain it to you?”
Oh my God, I should have realized, they were lovers. Whatever belongs to the traveler is reasonable to be admitted by Rosa.
“Iya.. sorry.”.
“What short story did you pass too?”
Lord... What do I have to answer now? If I answer yes. Surely the traveler will ask what the title of my short story is. And automatically the traveler knows if the short story is still about him. I breathe, while typing “Iya.” but I hurriedly remove it. Because I saw the wanderer was off.
Immediately I turned off the laptop, and took a sleeping position. The clock shows at three in the morning. I immediately stepped into the shower to take ablution, and finished the evening prayer.
“Are you going to report Rosa to the Committee?” suddenly the traveler's message came in, just as I was finished doing the evening prayer.
I smile, “no, if all this makes you happy, of course.” What kind of answer do I send to the traveler.
I put the phone. Of course I won't report Rosa about any of that, but I will meet her intensely at the festival. Then, I'll reprimand him carefully. That what
done not right. He had taken one of the participants rations that should have escaped. Another case, if he sent his own work, right?
****
I can't wait for that day to come. My steps feel light. Is it too enthusiastic? Because what? Because after a few failed attempts I finally succeeded? Or... Because I'm meeting Rosa?
To be honest, come to think of it I'm a little nervous to meet, Rosa. Is it true that I can ask smoothly about the poems of the Wander? How should I greet him first? “Hai Rosa?” or “why do you send Traveler poems? Or “so, you're a Traveler's lover, yes?” oh my God, no, you don't have to greet him with such crazy questions.
“What's wrong?” suddenly the incoming messages startled me.
“Maybe car.” My answer.
“Cock car? Not on a plane? Can travel costs be replaced by paniatia?”
“Indeed the committee wants to change the plane ticket? The price is up. Except Lion.”
“Ya already, Lion only.”
“Mmmm...but.”.
Whoaun certainly will not forget the tragedy of the plane crash some time ago.
“Fear?” ask Saddle.
“Mmmm.. how about, yes.”
“M.. Fear is the same with Allah.”
“Why be afraid of God? Is not Allah Most Merciful? God should not fear us. The truth is we should love God, as He loves us, not frighten us.”
“Iya.. I mean, life and death of a person is a certain God, not a bus, train or plane.”
“Iya anyway..”
I'm waiting for a reply from the traveler.
“Aircraft or cars?”
I haven't had time to reply to a Traveler's message, my phone suddenly rang. The call from the foreign number I let until the ringing stopped. No. gabe. I don't like picking up the phone from a foreign number. But
my phone rings again. So, what if it's from the festival committee? I decided to touch the green phone.
“Halo..”
“Mheta..”.
I straightened my back.
