OWNER OF HEART

Eps 15's

“Mheta..”.

I straighten my back, watch out. The voice across from before had never been heard on my phone.

“This Mr. Lek.”

My chest wiped.

“Yeah and your mom got in an accident. Now your mother's in the hospital...”.

A sentence that makes my joints limp. Uncle with a trembling voice told me that mom and dad had a single accident. And the next words gripped my ears.

I hold the phone firmly. Seeking a grip of the obedience that instantly gripped me. I rubbed my eyes many times. My stern look was staring around the room.

Without lingering I snatched the backpack on the hanger. Fill it with two sets of clothes. Curse a random book out of a pile, then tuck it into it too.

I pressed my forehead, trying to think clearly. But what filled my head were the faces of father and mother, and the story of Mr. Lek who later incarnated the anxiety ring.

I have a bottle on the table. Kute forcefully, “what is it? Whahuh? What else?” then my eyes fell on the laptop and the charger. I crammed all of them into a backpack. I added a wallet, a cell phone and a pocket Koran. Then pick it up after wearing a jacket.

The hostel looks very quiet. I did go home this morning.

I walked down the hallway looking for a room with a occupant.

“Mey?” I knocked on Mey's room door, the Brawijaya campus boy who was working on the thesis.

“Yes, Ms. Mhet. What's up?”

“I'm home. My parents had an accident.”

“Innallahi. Where's Mhet's Mpa? How is he doing now?” Mey jumped up from the bed, opened the door wider, then hugged me. “Hopefully nothing huh, Ma'am?”

“Please tell Rini too, yes. Sorry I didn't get to say the same to him?”

“Iya Mbak, yes. The patient is Mhet.. Yes Allah..”

“Still yes, Mey.”

“Sama-sama Ma'am. How about I drop off to the station, Ma'am?” Mey looked at me with an anxious look.

“Neventless. I'll take the angkot.”

“Nothing, Ma'am. I'll wear a hijab first.”

I say thank you to Mey. After arriving at the station, I immediately ran the rocket. Mecari train majoring Jogjakarta. Along the way I unceasingly recite prayer and istigfar. I hope all will be fine. “all will be fine, Allah.

at the Magelang terminal, I now look for an ojek to go to the Islamic hospital where Mom is treated. I was sitting on a motorbike that was driven a little slowly. Although I feel like I want to do it myself. But then, the smell of axe oil from the jacket of the ojeker's father jolted me. Maybe he was

getting sick? But he has to keep working.

As soon as I reached my destination, I rushed straight through the hospital gate. Half ran across the courtyard, before finally pausing for a moment, scanning the surroundings. I stepped again past a few people, looking for a way into the information section.

I tried as quietly as possible. When you sit and hear the nurse saying that you just entered the room. He said he waited a long time in the ER, because the room was full. I immediately asked my father whereabouts. But, the nurse did not find the patient on behalf of the father.

I also immediately thanked him. By following the nurse's instructions, I immediately looked for where mom was being treated.

Down the hallway with the typical aroma of the hospital that I used to breathe. Passing with gloomy faces, the people who were sitting were sleepy, a mother who was standing restlessly hugged the fat bag, the attendant

who walked in haste with the map in hand. It was a sight I used to see every day. However, I don't know why I was so panicked when I walked down the hallways of this Islamic hospital.

I turned into a quieter hallway. Looking for a ladder, but I could not find one. I kept walking straight, and instantly my feet were glued to the floor as I read the inscription in front of me, ‘Community.’

Realizing that if the road is wrong, I immediately turn around. Not wasting time. Ask the people I meet. It turns out that mom's room is on the second floor. Facing to the west. I took a deep breath so recognizing

grombolan is the one sitting outside the room.

“Mheta..” Aunt, sister of mother, hugs me. Then alternated the neighbors, patting, saying the words so that I could be patient. They gave me a way, so I could enter the room.

Look, mom's lying weak. I held on with all my might so that my tears would not fall. I held her hand, “Mother... It's Ayu..”.

The mother's eyelids moved, immediately her eyes slowly opened. Then shut it back down. “Ayuandira...” he said softly, making my defense broke down as well. I kissed the back of his hand.

“You're patient yes, Nduk.”

I looked at aunt. Then I asked him why he wasn't taken to the hospital. Auntie, her tears were so strong that both her eyelids. Aunt told me how the accident was. Mothers who

immediately unconscious was taken to the nearest puskesmas, then referred to here.

“Then... how is Father, Bi? Where now?”

“Your father is home, Nduk.. Go home, see your father immediately. Let your mother take care of Aunt.”

I was a little disappointed in Auntie, why she didn't want to tell me about my father's situation, instead telling me to go home and see my own. My gut says something happened to Dad. Soon I came home, borrowed a vehicle to one of the neighbors who was waiting for my mother. I gas above the maximum speed, down the road that is not so dense.

Arriving at the front alley of the house, I saw many neighbors downstream with tentengan, just like people who were looking to visit the house of a neighbor who died. My eyes immediately ambushed

a yellow flag, made of paper and attached right beside me, “Abdul Latif.” There were warm bursts heading in the middle of my chest. My blood flow instantly stopped, my heart racing fast. My body is shaking violently. The motorbike I was riding was still on, I directly slammed to my left, “Dad..”.