OWNER OF HEART

Eps 20's

“Mheta..”.

My hand held the doorknob.

“What?”

“Still.” Daffa handed back the bottle of lotion, he did not get off the chair, until I turned around again.

“What's your plan after this?” it was after the lotion bottle moved into my hand.

I stared at Daffa for a moment. Convinced that he asked me.

“Mmm.”

Daffa shifted the blanket I had just placed near him, leaving the seat empty. I'm sitting there.

“After Aunt comes home, will you return to Malang?”

I laughed without a sound. “Your question is strange.”

“I'm serious.”

“I got three weeks off, and this is my tenth day off. Maybe after the holidays, I'll go back to Malang. But, I went there to submit a letter of resignation. After Dad's departure, I can't leave my mother alone. Maybe I will find work in Magelang area only. Here also many hospitals, kok.”

“I believe you're a good boy,” Daffa held back a laugh.

I bent my lips.

“Then go to sleep,” says Daffa again.

“So call, now tell me to sleep. Strange basis.”

“If you have not returned to Malang, that means there is still plenty of time to talk.”

“Talk? What do you want to talk about?”

Daffa was silent for a moment. “No objection we talk now?”

“From yesterday, it wasn't you who always avoided

talk?” I asked back.

“Because I was thinking where to start.” Daffa.

I'm holding the spit. “Is it so complicated?”

“Not really.”

I kept quiet, waiting for Daffa to continue his sentence.

“Lelaki at that station, how are you?”

An usurper? I had no idea that Daffa would ask about him.

“What is your relationship to the extent?”

I inhaled the air, exhaling slowly. “He's a good talkative,” I said. “It was our first meeting. I was thinking about our argument, and then I knew he was sitting next to me. Talk about how heavy the rain was that day.”.

Daffa did not answer. I remember he had discussed that on the phone.

“How long have you seen us?” My toot.

“Since he came from another direction, and set a bottle of drink on you.”

I smiled, “even I had time to suspect him.”

Then, I re-imagined how the traveler was busy with his drink. While I pecked with a bottle of mizone in hand. I still remember the way he convinced me it was just a bottle of regular drink. I stuck it with Daffa.

“After that?” ask Daffa.

I smile back, “dia left first. But then back again.”

I remember how Travelers surprised me. ‘you should say that someone missed!’ “Cigarette left behind.”

“You're sure the cigarette missed?”

I saw Daffa with a bit of a link. “You mean, what?”

“Lelaki has many reasons.”

“You think he pretended to miss let him come back?”

“No need to be that high, Mhet. What do you do when he comes back?”

“Mmm... wrote his phone number, in my book.”

Spontaneous Daffa.

“What's funny?”

“You contacted him?” ask Daffa.

“Enak! No! What kind of woman am I?”

Daffa still chuckles. “Then how can you connect?”

My memory is backwards, on days I was busy searching for the name of the Traveler on social media. But I didn't tell Daffa about it all. Also remember how I decided to write a short story about Travelers. And it's still clear how her first chat surprised me.

“You also gave me your number?”

“Ngaklah. You know me, about numbers it's not that easy to split into strangers.”

The traveler did not ask for my number either. I still remember how hasty he was, even calling bama while running because the train was really about to depart.

“So?”

“He who found me.” I smiled broadly. “I was shocked too. I don't believe it.”

Daffa silence. Stared at. Like I wanted to make sure I wasn't joking.

“How can you?”

“She found me on facebook.”

I finally told Daffa how I decided to write a story about a man in a wet coat sitting next to me. The short story then without me expecting to penetrate one of my dream media.

Daffa nodded at my story. For a moment he did not speak. As if anyone was thinking.

“You like it?”

Daffa's question made my throat gagged with a spider's nest.

I threw my eyes off into the distance. “She already has a lover.”

“Mheta, I asked. Do you like it?”

“I told you she already had a lover.” I'm silent for a moment. Swallowing something that feels like a throat block. “He's a good friend. I hope he is always happy.” I said that sentence while looking at the floor. The tip of my foot, rubbing the sandal strap is fine.

Then we shut each other up. The night wind hit soft, giving a little freshness in the hot weather.

I turned to Daffa, as I felt him looking at me.

“You okay?” raanya Daffa's.

I'm nodding.

“Once.”

I remember, the first time a traveler made me sad, was when he said that one day he would forget me.

“Enterthing makes you cry?”

“Once too.”

Of course the events of the Traveling operation, will never be forgotten in my life. It was a scary moment. And I cried silently. I'm afraid the anesthetic didn't work well. I'm afraid when he's totally drugged he doesn't wake up again. That was a terrible time for me. Even when one day, after she was healthy and sent photos in the hospital room, I guess she was sick again. It turned out that he was just visiting his friend.

“So, the rest he makes you laugh.”

I'm laughing a little. “Yes she's funny and smart. Even though she claims she can't be funny to seduce?”

“He seduced you?”

“Of course not. I learned a lot from him.” He also inspired me a lot in writing. The words I just said, just in my heart.

We kept quiet again.

“Have you ever liked someone more than your tribe to him?”

“What?” this question, again not expected.

“Jawab?”

“Daffa! Kan, obviously I said, he already has a lover, and I call him a good friend.”

Daffa looked at me. “Yakin?”

“Don't see me that way!” I picked up the blanket that was lying on the chair that separated us. Clasp the head until it covers the face.

“You said the author, the time of the question just do not understand.”

“Don't insinuate me! I'm a doctor.”

“I asked what, you answered what.”

“You have a weird question that is.”

“I learned a lesson from my departure yesterday,” said Daffa. “That there are things in this world that we cannot force. We live by our own choices. Not by the supposition of others. We do not need to force ourselves to be as people say.”

“What do you say?” to be honest, I was surprised that Dafafa suddenly spoke like that.

“Should I repeat?”

“What happened there?” I don't know why I felt something had happened to Daffa. He's not an adventurer. I mean, before he left, yard camps, farms, crops, was everything to him. That was also the reason for his resignation from college.

“Not fair, if I have a story but you don't even tell.”

“Only an afterthought.” Daffa threw his gaze down, onto the road leading to the parking lot.

“But, I'm sure more than that.” I said.

Daffa silence. Another room patient guard passed by with a flask and blanket in hand. We're glorifying. Then another passed by and we nodded again, exchanging smiles.

“How are you sure, the man is a good man?”

“Gosh Daffa...” I tilted my head while looking at him. “why go back to him again?”

“I just asked. You call it a good park.”

I put my legs up to the chair and hugged both knees. The blanket is still on my shoulders.

“Because he is good.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I don't know.. yes, rest assured.”.

I never knew, the traveler even told me that his friends said he was a weird, annoying figure. I disagree with that opinion. Sometimes a person looks strange in the eyes of others is common. But said Traveler, ‘you can say so because we do not meet in everyday life.’ Then I told him. ‘then don't have to meet, let it stay so.’ And it turns out, our chance meeting in Tangerang did not materialize.

“Then, your male friends, you never called a good friend when you told me.”

I laughed, it was the days of Junior High School and High School. I often tell Daffa stories about my schoolmates. Because actually I am not easy to get close to the opposite sex. I mean, my little heart would compare that man to Daffa. I felt like no one knew me well and badly as Daffa knew me.

“Konon, he said, if there is someone who can make you laugh, it means you like it. If someone can make you cry it means you love him.”

“Ih! I lowered my legs, “theory where is it?”

Daffa laughs, “I only ever read.”

“I can't believe!”

“But, I trust.” Daffa.

I propped my chin, thinking of Daffa's words. Is it true what was said?

“Mheta, if someone is nice and can make you happy, I will support you.”

Daffa sounds serious. I'm trying to find his true.

“What are you doing?”

“I mean it,” kat Daffa. “because you never told someone like you told that young man.

“Daffa! Did you forget or what? He already has a lover. And I call him a good friend.”

“If I had a lover, what would you call me?”

I stared at Daffa. Is he serious? Why is it like something is clogging up my heart?

“No need to bother,” Daffa pretended to throw me a headset.

“Who?” my many.

“Mheta..Mheta..you habit, asked instead of nanya.”

“Yes, I will still call you Daffa.”

Daffa laughs, “cheating.”

I'm laughing too. But then shut up, remember something. I turned to Daffa, and asked seriously, “was it in Korea?”

Daffa laughed, but I felt something was hidden in the

balk.

“If only, and it turns out you cheated, just call me ‘Daffa,’ anyways where there might be Koreans who want to be with me. Daffa. “Already. Sleeps. Sleep.”

“You cheated, it's time for the story to even sleep.” I bent my lips.

“Tomorrow, you still have time ‘kan? Your cut is still quite long.”

And sure enough, Daffa did not want to continue the story. He put a headset in his ear, and snatched the blanket away from me. “Go, let me straighten my legs,” he said.

As soon as I stood up, he slid his feet into the chair and covered his entire body with a blanket.

I'm in the room. Sitting next to the sleeping mother. Then think about the change in Daffa's attitude. Did his passing really teach him a lesson?

A ruminant?

Then why is he wondering about traveling?