OWNER OF HEART

Eps 17's

For a long time, Daffa and I kept quiet. In order to avoid stiffness, I looked at my mother's face. I hope you wake up. Ask for a drink, ask for a change of position or anything that makes me have a reason to

movin' in.

We should have been able to have a good conversation, like before. Sharing stories. Or should just ask him to tell me about it while he's gone? Daffa and I have never been this ugly since childhood. And at once I remembered our conversation on the phone wasn't so good.

“Doctor has visited?” Daffa broke the silence.

“Already..”.

“I was very surprised when I got word, if Uncle died from an accident.”

I turned away from my mother, and found deep sadness from Daffa's gaze.

“So right, Aunt told you to go home?”

“Iya.”

“So actually don't want to go home?” my many.

“Maybe the same as you who do not want to go home.”

“You insinuated me?”

“Thank God if you feel.”

Thank goodness to feel? He came home because he was told to. So then…

“So actually you to Korea what?” I still want to know why Daffa left.

“I told you, just like you in Malang why?”

“Keep why never tell?”

“Aren't you?”

“I asked at length when you left. You just answer, aamiin, it's aja.”

“Yes that's prayer.”

“Continue fitting have reached Korea there, why not tell me too?”

“I don't know, if you still need to be told.”

Our conversation came to a halt as the sound of wheels approached the room. A nurse opened the door, stepped in, said excuse me while nodding at me. Another nurse pushed the patient's bed.

The busyness next door for a while stopped my conversation with Daffa. Mom woke up shortly. Request drinks. Then say hello to Daffa, ask when to come and so on.

I had a reason to stand up when my phone rang. Email notifications. From the festival committee, say condolences for my father's death and understand my absence. Then I was asked for an address to send the book.

As I was about to sit down again in the chair, a nurse came in, gave me a prescription I had to take at the pharmacy. I said goodbye to Daffa, he said he would accompany mom.

As soon as I got to the first floor, I just remembered my phone was missing. So I'm back again to take it. Mother asked why she was back, but Daffa did not comment when I pulled the phone from the charger.

The queue at the pharmacy is quite long. The entire seat is full. Although air-conditioned but the room feels stuffy, a mixture of medicinal aroma and sweat. I stood for a few minutes before I got an empty chair. Forty-nine minutes later, he was called.

I immediately returned to the room, and apologized to Daffa's mother for waiting so long.

“You go home first, let Aunt take care of your mother.” Daffa's mother said after I put the medicine on the nightstand.

“Truly, Bi? You see Mheta wants to shower first at home, all bring a change of clothes for mom.”

“Iya, there go home first.”

“But... Mheta so troublesome Bik Sum.”.

“No hassle, already there let us transfer Daffa.”

That sentence made me and Daffa spontaneously look at each other.

“Mmm.. but, Bi.” Of course it is impossible for me to be in contact with Daffa.

Daffa looked at me for a moment, before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out the key and STNK, “nih,” then put it in front of me.

“How is tho?” Ask Daffa's mother to take turns staring at us.

“He doesn't like to be piggybacked, Bu.” Daffa Sahut.

After saying thank you, I said goodbye to them. Of course I talked to Mom before. Whatever I have to do at home. What to bring and so on.

I headed to the parking lot feeling relieved. But unfortunately the Daffa bike I couldn't find. I circled the bike line a little upset. I should have asked, where he parked next door. When I was sure the motor was

nothing, my phone rang.

Daffa name on screen.

“Where is the motor?” my many.

“Look up.”

I'm looking. Shade my eyes with my right hand.

“Ke here. Balcony.”

I turned around, and only realized that the place I was standing on could easily be seen from the end of the balcony of the room. Daffa stood there.

Daffa extended a hand, and signaled that I should turn. I walked according to his directions.

“The second row from under the tree,” he said again.

“Oooh..”.

I traveled about forty minutes. Down the streets of the city, west of Tidar. I turned off the city road. To the thin paved bow, before down the rocky alley that divides the rice fields.

My house at the foot of the hills not far from Magelang city.

I immediately parked the motorbike in the yard. Under the mango tree. Special air soon ambushed me. The smell of hay and wet rumut. On the side of the page, it was seen that Mr. Daffa was feeding the goats of his deceased father. I said hello, thanked him and apologized for the trouble.

In the guest room, my eyes warmed to see there were still some mourners who were talking to Mr. Lek and my aunt. Supposed to be in that shiny brown wooden chair, dad sat down and smoked a cigarette. But

all these are just memories.

“This is Ayu Pak Latif's daughter, yes?” a mourner greeted me, after I shook hands with him.

“Say you are now a doctor? Where's the office, Nduk?”

Mr. Lek replied while patting my back gently, “at Malang hospital.”

“Wah..you are great Nduk. You have to prove it to your late father, if you become a reliable doctor.” There was a warm explosion inside my chest. Given the late father who had been craving for me all this time I could be a deft doctor.

“Thanks to Bu Dhe.” Tukanku, then walked towards the mother's room.

My tears flowed when I opened my mother's closet, because the first perch was the clothes of the late father. The typical aroma of my father that I always kissed, when hugging him before leaving to wander and when returning from

seacoast.

“Dad... Mheta kangen.” My voice was hoarse, while hugging a safari shirt owned by my father.

I inhaled a deep breath of air, wanting to feel like I was running away from the stinking reality of life.I hugged my father's shirt for as long as possible, before I went back to the hospital.

****

An hour later, I was walking down the hospital hallway to my mother's room.

“Which aunt?” I asked, as soon as I met Daffa alone.

“Bome with neighbor car troupe.”

“You want to go home too?” ask me while grabbing the key and STNK from the jacket pocket.

“Ngusir?” Daffa looked at me.

“Emang has a sentence ngusirnya?”

Does leaving make people more foreign than ever? I swallowed the sentence back before I spewed it to Daffa.

“Still, yes.” I thrust the key and STNK.

At the same time I heard the Ashar Adhan and the man said goodbye to the dulul prayer. I sat next to my sleeping mother. I looked at his face. My blood pressure doctor said it was getting better

stabilised.

I lay my head beside my mother. And when I thought I was only asleep for a moment it turned out that I had slept for more than half an hour. My neck feels stiff. Daffa had already come, was talking softly

with patient waiting next door.

I'm cracking a stiff neck. I took a water bottle and took it.

The door was knocked and the nurse emerged from behind the door carrying two hot water basins. For the mother and for the patient next door. I immediately took one to the bathroom, added cold water and wiped the mother. Thereafter

I took some more water and helped it ablaze.

As soon as mother finished fulfilling her duty, I asked permission to mushollah. Yesterday I deliberately prayed in Kamr because in addition to guarding my mother, the next room is also empty. There are now residents, there are guests

which is besuk.

Mushollah is not too crowded, I mean no need to queue.

I cried, begging for everything I felt. For the late father, for the healing of the mother. When I finished praying and looked into the priest's room, my eyes were tethered to a digital clock. There are hours, dates and

the year.

Today is March 20th. Traveler's date of birth. I remember the first time he chatted, Pengelana sent his ktp, to show his real name and to show that we have the same blood type.

Back then, somehow, I knew that I would remember her date of birth.

I'm stopping removing the mucus. I went back, raised my hand and prayed for the Traveler. Begging for her kindness. May he always be healthy, may he be happy, and may God bless him

his days.

Arriving in the mother's room, “Hpmu sounds..” says mother.

I put the phone in a small table next to Daffa. We looked at it for a moment before I picked up the phone. Open it, and find an incoming call from the Traveler.

Does Daffa know? from his sitting position, it was not difficult for him to read the name on the screen when my phone sounded. I walked to the balcony and wrote a message.

“Tadi phone?” my many.

“Tap,” Return Travel.

I blew the air, and went back to the room.

“Bu, did it sound a long time ago hpku?

“Old...” replied mom, “Daffa don't want me to tell you to lift.” Word

mother again.

A long time? Said squashed. I looked at Daffa.

“Not right me,” sahut Daffa while walking to the balcony. Then talk to the patient's family in another room.

I'm getting closer to mom. Tell me everything I do at home. But I didn't tell you about my crying that missed my late father.

And when Mom got back to rest, I thought of making a remark to the traveler.

I wrote the status of Hasan al Bashri's message. I really like his words.

‘Kata Hasan al Bashri, humans are nothing but groups

day. Every day goes by, a part of us goes.

Happy march 20th. May yesterday, today and tomorrow be

goodness and endowed God.’

Shortly after I posted it to Facebook. Travelers give heart picture responses.

I sent a message to whatsapp.

‘Welcome to meet your March. May yesterday, today, and tomorrow-tomorrow be kindness and blessings.”

Nine minutes later, the traveler replied with a heart emoticon.