OWNER OF HEART

Eps 16's

My body is shaking violently. The motor that is still in a state of light I directly slammed

to my left, “Dad.."

I immediately ran towards the house, my chest was so crowded that many people crowded in front of the house. My heart thumped, my vision blurred, the sound of the voice calling my name, strengthening me. However, the boisterous sound at home was instantly silent. The afternoon light was changed with fog and darkness. Silence... Oh, my God.. This is just a dream right? This isn't real? I was just dreaming, I want to wake up from this worst nightmare.

“Mheta.. you are already aware, Nduk.” A voice from a woman called out to me. A familiar voice in my ears. Yeah, that's Aunt Sumiati's mother Daffa's voice.

In a soft voice, I tried to strengthen myself, convincing that what I saw was just a dream. “Bik Sum... I was just a dream, right? It's not real, is it?”

“Nduk... Mheta... Are you patient? All this is a test, God is testing you right now.”

Lord...did I not hear wrong? What Bik Sum said just now was just a dream, right? I'm just lulled into a dream, dad's alive. Even a few days ago, Dad called me and said, if

want to see me get married as soon as possible.

“What does Bik Sum mean? Dad's fine, right?” I kept whining, my chest getting tighter. My body was like a bullet. It hurt, but the sight perched in front of me was even more painful.

Bik Sumiati grabbed my body, she hugged me tightly. Even I felt that if Bik Sumiati was spilling her tears on my shoulders, the drops of tears felt warm pouring on the sidelines of the hijab I was wearing. However, I still cannot make peace with reality, if in fact my father has been summoned by the Khaliq.

 Oh, my God... Is this fast? You called my father? I haven't even been able to fulfill her request

a while ago. I want to see you get married as soon as possible. He wants to take his first grandchild soon. However, all in vain. He's already home.

“Nduk... You must be able to accept reality, all who live will experience the name of death.”

“But... Bik? It doesn't have to be this fast, does it? I can't be happy with Mom and Dad?”

“If you lament like this, you do not feel sorry for your late father. It's already destiny. You should be heartened, Mheta.”

“But, Bik.?”

“You don't pity your mother? He needs you. You have to toughen.” Bi Sumiati kept trying to strengthen my heart.

“Mother...” Oh Lord.. I just realized, if you still need me. Right now I'm all you have. But... This heart is still unable to make peace with the circumstances?

“Yes, you should think of your mother, Mheta. You can't fall down, pity your mother. He's still lying in the hospital.”

I sobbed for a long time after hearing the explanation from Daffa's mother. Then a gentle pat on my back made me look. Mr. Daffa, I don't know since when he stood behind me.

“Propay, yes.”

As commanded, we sat in plastic chairs.

“Actually Uncle does not want this story,” said Mr. Daffa. “Your father didn't sleep last night. Your aunt and uncle stayed at your house. Your father complained of a headache, but we thought it was just a regular headache. Until dawn, your father and mother decided to go to the market because they wanted to buy something. Uncle already banned it because Uncle knows, if your father is not feeling well. But. Your father insisted on saying it's okay. Finally Uncle and Aunt decided to go home after mom and dad went to the market.” Both eyes of Mr. Daffa nanar. Like there was something that clogged his throat when he told me about the incident earlier paagi. “But.. hasn't half an hour your father and mother went to the market. All of a sudden a neighbor came up here, told me that your mom and dad were in a single accident. They hit a road barrier on the river bank of this village.”

I wiped the tears with the back of my hand.

“Many people helped when the accident happened. Many proposals were taken everywhere. Thought your father was just a regular peinsan, so taken to the health center. But after arriving at the health center, it turns out that the health center said your father had a concussion, because he had vomited. They referred your mom and dad to a big hospital. But

fate says otherwise, your father died on the way to the hospital. While your mother only suffered minor injuries and her high blood recurred, but thankfully your mother can still be saved.”

I put my face on both palms. The feeling of being hit so hard on my heart.

“Look at your father for the last time, Nduk. In a moment, the body will be taken to the mosque to be sholated. You must be sincere. Everything that befell your father and mother was already an unavoidable destiny. You don't blame anyone for this. make your father calm on his way to the realm of barzah.”

“But, Uncle.”.

“Already... remember Mheta. You mustn't get sick, your mother still needs you.”

Mr. Daffa is right, I cannot be sick. I have to be strong.

****

The eighth day after my father's departure, I saw that my mother had made no progress. Just move a little. His sight still felt swirling. I helped him find a comfortable head position. But, said mother all the same. Mom said it was fine. But I know, mom's not okay. Because, if the mother is fine, it is impossible to still look weak and there has been no significant progress. Mother also apologized to me, because as a result of the accident they experienced I did not go to the literacy festival. Of course it's nobody's fault. This is destiny.

I just remembered, during my father's death and in the hospital, I didn't touch my phone at all. I communicate with my family on my mother's cell phone.

The backpack I left for eight days in the hospital, where my mother was treated. I immediately took the phone in the backpack. Chilly. Probably dead on the way. I immediately connected with the charger. Wait a few minutes before turning on. Lots of messages coming in, especially from the house

sick from where I served. There are even many messages from travelers coming in. There were some missed calls.

“So up what?”

“M?”

“You okay?”

“M... Have you left?”

“Rosa decided not to come. He pulled back the script. He said it was not his right to come, because that sent my script.”

I haven't returned yet, but switched the long squeeze from Rini. I replied and apologized, for not having the time to tell, for my father's departure. The next thing I did was write an email to

the festival organizers, telling me if I can't come, I also wrote a message on whatsapp.

I was just about to reply to a Traveler's message when a call from him appeared on the screen.

“Halo... hey..”.

“Hey... anywhere, I worry.”.

“Disini.”.

“Why is HP inactive this week?”

“Iya new flame.”

“What's going up tomorrow?”

“I didn't come.”

“You mean?” his voice sounded high.

“Father and my mother were in an accident, my father passed away.”

“Astagfirullah.. Innalilahi wa’innailairaji’un... when?” suraa Travelling turned low.

“After we chat about tickets a week ago, I go straight home, and..”.

I told all to the travelers. He listened without interrupting. To the point that I thought our phone was disconnected. Afterwards, he told me to stay upbeat and be patient in the face of trials. Pray, and say hello to my mother. Then we ended the conversation. Oh yes, he also promised to send photos of his show.

Next I called the hospital where I was serving. Requesting permission for some time in the future can not work, because the mother's condition is still very weak. The hospital gave me three weeks off, and,

counting since I came home a week ago.

It feels better to be able to tell everything. I put my phone down and stood up when I heard a knock on the door. I haven't opened it yet, the door has been pushed in. And the face of Daffa's mother appeared while greeting.

“Where is your mother?”

“Sleep, Bik.”

But apparently he's not alone, there's someone standing in his trunk. A figure I know very well.

“Daffa?”

It's hard to believe he got here all of a sudden. But that figure is real. Saying greetings, passing through the doorway, closing the door and smiling casually as our gaze met.

“What's the state of Aunty?”

I didn't answer.

Daffa approached the bed. Observing mom who sedan sleep. While I was, still wondering how could he suddenly be here.

“When to come?” I tried to relax, but did not move from where I was standing.

“Tadi morning.”

“Aunt who told her to go home,” said Daffa's mother. “Again why long there, right?”

“Mmm... What does Korea do?” I looked at Daffa and his mother in turn.

“You in Malang what?” Daffa asked back.

“Work.”

“Only that?”

“What question tho it?” sahut mother Daffa, “kamu that long time in Pak Dhemu, kayak at home no work only.”

After speaking so, Daffa's mother then decided to leave for another room, she said she wanted to see the neighbors of the village who had just given birth. Stay with Daffa and my sleeping mother.

Suddenly silent atmosphere....

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

For husband. Today your age has been reduced by a year. For about 10 years we were together. May we always be together until His jannah. Being suri tauladan for our children. aamiin 🥰🥰

🥳Healthy always Pakne boy 🥳