OWNER OF HEART

Eps 19's

“Still for everything.” I said.

I caught up with Daffa sitting in the hallway. Today is so crowded. I'm tense waiting for mom to undergo a CT-scan. Worried that mom's not okay. Because these few days the mother has not made significant progress.

The doctor who won the mother in the hospital turned out to be my senior brother when I was in college. We talked a lot about mom's health and progress. To this day, doctors recommend that mothers CT-scan for fear that something may be going on in the mother's head. Because, for two days yesterday, the mother had complained her head hurt and swirled.

I read whatever I can read. From al-Fatiha, al-Ikhlas, al-Falaw, and Nas. I really mean. Connecting kulafalkan salawat and istigfar. I hope the results are okay. Was fine.

I buried my face in both palms. Sometimes silencing the mouth. Occasionally link ten fingers and support the chin. Daffa was silent. Sitting not far from me. Either silence because they don't want to bother me, or deliberately don't want to talk to me.

So, as soon as it's all over, and then it shows that mom's okay. However, it still needs a long rest to recover its health. My stomach was hungry. I remember that I had not eaten anything since morning.

And while she was sleeping, I went downstairs, walking to the front of the hospital. To the food stalls across the street. Bought a meal for me, Daffa and Rashid.

Rashid initially refused, arguing that he was full and could find his own food if hungry again. But I know, all day she definitely can't go out because there's nothing to take the place of her mother's care. So, I'll just put it

on nightstand.

“Sorry so trouble you.” I said as I put a packet of rice and a spoon in front of Daffa. “Take up your time too.” I sat down to open my food.

Daffa did not answer. But he opened his food.

“Actually if you—“

“Eat first.”

I stared at Daffa as he cut my sentence. He started bribing. We were busy with our own food. Being next to

rasyid was getting a call from someone. Nadanya. However, from his grammar, it seemed like he was chatting with a person of higher rank. Either because I'm hungry, or because of mom's lab work or because it's freshly cooked rice. My feelings are better.

Daffa finished his meal first. He came out of the room, and before long, he came in with three bottles of water, for me, him and Rashid.

“Still.” I smiled, trying to melt the atmosphere.

“I have an idea.” Daffa.

“Maksdumu?”

“Aibi.”

“Why?”

“I don't think it's possible to stay in bed? How about we take a tour of the park around this hospital, so that Bibi is more fress and quickly recover.”

I'm silent. All this time, ever since we were kids, he's always been relenting in my opinion. Assured what I said, even though he said no at first. But, about that, apparently it has changed since communication is no longer as easy as it used to be.

This time I tried to hear it.

After mom wakes up. Daffa talked to my mother if she would take me for a walk around the hospital park in a wheelchair.

“How, Bi?”

“Boleh, Bibi is also bored in the room continues. Auntie

want to go home soon, Le.”

In the morning, Daffa took the mother for a walk in the hospital area in a wheelchair. The nurse did not comment on Daffa and her mother. After thirty minutes, Daffa returned to the room with his mother and immediately threw the mother back to her place.

Daffa still did not speak. Many times he sits on the balcony with a headset attached to both his ears. I see, that's the way someone doesn't want to talk. Rashid sits next to his mother. He wanted to borrow the book I brought.

“Mbak I can borrow this?”

“Iya, Mas. Just borrow.”

“Mbak likes to read novels?”

“Like make too.”

“Ooh, novelist?”

“You could say so.”

“If I like to read it, even if the fit is not busy.”

I smile “Oh.”

“But later this afternoon we go home, I will not borrow. Fear not to read it.”

“You want? Just bring. Coincidentally it was my newly printed novel a while ago.”

“Oh yes, I didn't even know that this was Ma'am's novel. How much?”

“Bring it up, free for you.” I said with a smile.

“Waah, thanks mbak.”

Rashid came out of the room with the book I gave him. I myself, try to type anything I can write. Storiette. Article. Poetry. I have to send a lot of posts to the media. With the condition of the mother like this, I have to think about how ahead.

“Mbak.”

I turned away from the screen.

“We want to say goodbye,” said Rashid.

“Lho, he said noon?”

“Yes, not so. I also have to go back to Jakarta. My father was busy too. So I'm bringing mom home now.”

“Oh..” I stand.

“We are sorry if during this much inconvenience and make less comfortable. Thank you very much,” said Rashid. “Mother, hopefully soon to heal, healthy again.” He approached and greeted mother.

I accompanied Rashid's mother. “May be healthy yes, Bu.”

“Please yes si...lha what is your name, until forgot to ask?”

“Mheta... uh, Ayu.”.

“My name is Ayuandira, but it is better known as Mheta, Bu.” I said with a smile.

“Oh.. Ayuandira, yes. Ayuandira.”

Rashid also said goodbye to Daffa. Daffa went in and met Rashid's mother. Then came the nurse who was carrying a wheelchair.

I drove to the front of the patient's elevator.

“Wait! Sik, sik!” Rashid's mother patted the wheelchair. “Rasyid, have you asked for the phone number?”

“Mother.... It is not necessary,” said Rashid while crouched beside his mother.

“Ah! Ayu,” the mother called me, the nurse turned the wheelchair. “Call for hp number nih si Rashid.”

I don't know how to. Everyone suddenly shut up. I looked at Rashid's mother, Rashid and Daffa.

“Issorry My Mother—“

“Come write the number!” rasyid's mother's orders.

My throat was suddenly dry. Oh myGod. I'm not as easy as giving a number to a stranger. Well, we are neighbors in the room. But that doesn't mean it's that easy, does it?

“How many is the number?” ask Rashid's mother.

“Mmm...” how is this?

“Mother, we go down first, Dad must have been waiting

below.” Rashid.

“Lha so soon what number? How much?”

I immediately mentioned the twelve numbers carefully. The number I just mentioned is my mother's number. I don't have another pillihan.

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“Gosh that mom...” I said after they left. I sat and leaned against the guardrail. “What do you think?”

Rashid?” Daffa asked again.

“Kok Rashid? Yes that mother was.”

“What's how.”

“Job Daffa. Can we not talk normally?”

My throat hurts a lot. I saw Daffa really incarnate a stranger.

“I'm sorry, it's been a lot of trouble.” I gulped. “I'm fine here by myself.” My eyes warmed up. “Yes you helped a lot. I thank you for all that.” I took a deep breath. “I owe a lot of good to you, to your family. So, if now you want to go home, it's okay. Better alone than no friends but like with enemies.” I feel like something is floating in both of my eyes.

“You feel like we're enemies?”

What kind of question is that? That's a really annoying question, isn't it?

“I feel we like strangers.”

“Actually I—“

“Mheta.” mother calls cut Daffa sentences. Our conversation stopped.

I want to go to the bathroom. So I immediately wiped it out

slow down. Daffa followed and stood guard beside mother.

Mom walked very slowly.

The doctor called me to his room. There's good news for mom, that she can come home tomorrow morning. I walked into the room with a face. Mom looks bright with the news. I hugged him tightly. Then I also informed PakLek who was on guard at home.

I immediately looked for Daffa. He sat down at the end of the hall. But, my steps stopped. Daffa was on the phone. So, I don't think it's a good time to get close. Daffa turned towards me. I didn't say anything. And immediately turn around.

When I returned to the room, my mother said my phone rang.

Message from the Traveler. He sent photos of the lights without

I told him, I knew he was fishing. Almost once a week he goes fishing, sometimes on the beach, sometimes on the dock. He also sailed to the middle

sea.

For him, fishing is not about how much results are obtained. But he enjoyed the process. Wave sound. The vast sky. Natural aroma.

The Traveler said it was sort of, something a package of tranquility and peace worth being grateful for.

Then, the traveler sent a video of the trip home. I also told her, if God willing, you can go home. He was grateful and said, “sangkat.”

He's back offline. I played the video he sent. At that moment Daffa came in.

“I slept outside.”

“Why?”

“Nothing.”

I took the thick blanket that aunt brought yesterday.

Snag a bottle of mosquito repellent lotion from a backpack pocket. Then deliver to Daffa.

“I'm not cold.” Daffa.

“Now it is not. But after midnight it must be cold.”

Daffa grabbed the lotion bottle and opened the lid. Without saying anything. I went back and entered the room.

“Mheta..”.

Daffa called me when I was about to close the door.