OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 24

“Hei?”

“Eh? Kok... can it be here?”

What kind of question is this. cliche at all, right? For a while I convinced myself that this was real, and that in front of me was really a Traveler.

The man smiled. “You want to pray first or what? Let's have a good chat?”

Chitchat? So, he came here to see me on purpose?

“Sini!” Travelers grab my suitcase.

“Eh?” i'm appalled.

“Is this really your custom in public places?"

" I'm not a stranger anymore. And my feet are treading the floor.”

Spontaneously I laughed, his expression was so funny. So, I told him rather condolently that I was not praying. Then he offered to find a good place to talk.

“There is a coffe shop,” he said sounds relaxed.

He immediately pushed my suitcase and started walking. “Kok so he's the one who brought?” I grumbled as I followed him. I still think, is this real or is it just a hallucination? We walked down the emplacement aisle, past the benches and the people sitting.

“Hei?”

“Eh?” Travelling back surprising.

“Hobby once daydreaming.”

Apparently he asked something. We were standing in front of the coffee shop.

“You want coffee what chocolate?” tanyakanya.

“I the deal. Fulfill my promise first,” I said. “You want coffee what mizone? Uh chocolate means.” I asked back a little nervously.

Travelers laughing. “Yes, you promised a coffee deal. But, we take it as a slack. Now what do you want for coffee, chocolate? Or, you still want to drink mizone like you used to?”

“Eh why is that? Kan I—“

But the Traveler cut my sentence, “ one,” coffee he told the guard. “ And....,” he hangs a sentence while looking at me, “ mizone one,” he said again, without waiting for my answer. “Cold zones yes, Ma'am,

coffee is not too sweet,” he added.

Jesus, does he know that in my backpack there was a bottle of mizone given to him a few months ago?

“Kok know? if I like to drink mizone?” my many.

“Not to be amazed so,” sahut, “I am sure, since the beginning we met a few months ago, you already like mizone.”

I closed my mouth with my hand next to mine. That's the word I ever said. I forgot to ever tell him.

After the message so, we headed for the empty bench.

“How to get here?” I took a sip of cold mizone, making me more relaxed. Although my knees are still a little trembling. Being with him here is truly an embassy, which cannot be expressed in words.

“Now believe it, right, if it's just mizone?” ask the traveler while looking at the bottle in my fingers.

I laughed, “no usak mocked so.” Of course I still remember how I was suspicious of him, and I wrote with the details in the short story.

“Tell me,” I said.

“What?”

“Yes, how did you get here? No coincidence, right?”

“You believe there are coincidences in this world?”

Oh, my God, that's my word again. I mean I asked him that.

“So accidentally come here? Or is it fitting to go home?” my many.

He once told me, since Lebaran has not come home again.

“Emang you know? my home where?” ask Saddle. He blew his coffee and sipped it a little. “Where is Mother?”

I sighed for a moment, then recounted the condition of the newly-trained mother to the bathroom. He listened empathically. I can catch the look of sadness.

“Greetings yes, hopefully getting healthier?”

I'm nodding.

“So when did you get here?” I switched the conversation. After a moment we quietly sipped each other's drinks.

“Tadi mornings,” answered the Traveler, then sipped his coffee.

Then, know we discussed about the meeting on the spot

these.

“So I used to sit next to me not because there are no empty seats anymore, right?” my many.

Travelers laughing.

“Huh..real laugh.” I bent my lips.

“You know, why am I sitting next to you?”

“Not from earlier I did ask, yes?”

The traveler turned to me, “among everyone in the waiting room, only you don't hold a cell phone. You daydream and look so.. messy.”.

I puffed my mouth. “So you pity me, so?”

Travelers laughing. Once again sipping his coffee.

“And you made up a story about that escape?” manyaku.

“Kan, I told you it was real. It just didn't happen that day.”

I took a sip of my mizone. Then remember again, if the used bottle is now stored in the backpack. What would the traveler think if he knew I kept that thing? He can't know lest he think I'm how-how.

“Eh, move yuk. It's so crowded here.” The word Stand up. I look around. The seats are full. In our sampping a married couple spoke loudly to his whining daughter.

We headed to the waiting room outside. The drizzle started to come down as soon as we sat down. For a while, me and the traveler looked at each other silently at the curtain of rain.

“Yesterday I dream...” I said, breaking the silence between us.

Travelers turn their head, “what dream?”

“I saw you on the beach. You said you wanted to sail. Not alone, with someone. Then in a dream I told you, be careful not to let any waves enter your boat, so.”

“Terus?”

“Continue...,” I was silent for a moment. “when you woke up, you put a beach photo on your fb account.”

Silent traveler. He looked back at the rain.

“Say, that what I was worried about all this time was not true, M!” he said with a changed voice.

“About what?” my voice suddenly rattled.

“You didn't fall for me, did you?”

My throat suddenly hurt.

“Ke-why ask so?”

“Yes what's not?”

I shook my head strongly. Why would he ask that? Do I look like that?

“I will not forgive myself if I hurt you, M...”

“Of course not!” I speak louder. “How can I fall for a person who is bent over carrying his past? I did write about you, but that doesn't mean it's so-so.”

“I'm sorry yes.”

“For what?”

“For all the undue.”

“I don't think there's anything undue.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. “Didn't you say that there is nothing coincidental in this world? maybe God found us so I can write stories that penetrate the national media.” I laughed raucously.

I don't want to look fragile in front of a traveler. I put my shoulder up, and I lift my chin. I dare to look at him. I

call him a good friend. He already has a lover. I wouldn't

make difficult. I'm not gonna make him feel guilty about anything

since our meeting.

“What happened to you, since knowing me?” tanyakanya.

What the hell's going on? I actually wanted to tell him that I was like Ove who found Sonja in A Man Called Ove. But of course I didn't say that. Because the ending of my story and Ove is clear

be different.

“Not happened anything.”

“Really?”

“Ya.”

I'm shaking.

And for a while we were silent. I want to talk a lot, but I don't know which one to say first.

“Kok you can dream so, yes?” said slowly.

I understand what the Traveler means. Somehow he seemed to confirm that the dream was a marker of how he talked to me. He was sailing with someone. Like I was in my dreams. Of course I am

not gonna be the waves that hit the boat. I want to be a good friend who prays sincerely.

“Trust me, I am happy for all that makes you happy.” This time I smiled.

“You okay?”

I shook my head, “nggak.”

“You'll be okay?”

I nodded, “of course, even I will sail as well.”

“Really?”

“Ya.”

“You're not lying?”

I smiled as I stared at the drizzle, “I didn't lie. Maybe in the near future, I'll sail with my boat.”

Oh myGod. If this is a scene in a novel, I'd have a hard time describing it.

“What after this you will disappear?” tanyaku. I felt my eyes glaze over. All of a sudden I was ambushed by worry.

“You chose me stay or disappear?” tanyakanya.

I wanted to scream in front of him, that I wanted him to stay. I don't want him to disappear. After we shared the story all this time, it was painful to imagine him suddenly leaving. But what was said from my lips was precisely, “whatever makes you happy.”

Just then, my phone rang. I reached out from inside the backpack. Mother's name is on the screen. I showed it to the Wander. He's nodding.

“Yes, Bu.” I asked if I had arrived at the station.

“Iya, already.” Then, Mom asked me how I was carrying my things.

“I package. Stay small suitcase only.” And mom told me to be careful.

“Iya, Mum.”

I ended the conversation with my mother.

“Sorry... I have to go.” I said while putting the phone in the backpack.

“But it's still raining?” pengelana.

“Although it still rained.”

I'm standing. “Thanks for everything.” I said.

“You picked up your fiancee?” traveller's words made my fortress break down.

I shook my head while throwing away the gaze. “Ngak.”

“Where are you going, I'll drop off?” The wanderer held my arm.

I'm back to shaking. “Neither do it. I have received too many partings from yesterday. It doesn't taste good.” I said while breathing the Traveler's fingers.

“Good.”

I immediately took over the handle of the suitcase from his hand. “There are many...” I said try as much as possible, but my voice sounded hoarse. He has come all the way here to see me, I have to make a good impression.

“That's you, too many say thank you, M.”

We were silent for a moment. I inhaled the air, said my greetings, then turned around and stepped away from her.

Whatever happens in this world, has been outlined by God, right? Meeting, farewell, happy, sad, smile, crying, all as a gift. There are things that make me happy. Laughing in color. Things about Travelers. Unfortunately when a moment like this happens, my heart still seems as if something is peeled off.

Maybe I was wrong. I put the wanderer in my heart. He never put me in his heart. Although I always made it clear to myself that she already had a boyfriend, it was still me

afraid he's really gone.

I should've asked him, “don't disappear. Stay there for me to call as a good friend.” But what right do I ask for that? Isn't a sincere feeling to give her freedom as long as she's happy?

“Mheta..” I stopped step. Travelers called.

“Wear this.” he stretched out his jacket to me.

I'm shaking. “Nevent gone.”

“Don't be stubborn, or do you want me to always bother you?”

“Kan, you've taught me not to be afraid of the rain, I have a jacket kok.”

Silent traveler. He was stuck with the jacket in his hand. I nodded once again and hurried away without looking back. I'm it's okay. I should be fine. A true story does not mean we always have to

it's in the same car, isn't it?

If I had written this story in a novel. I will put the Traveler as the main character, and even if only in fiction I will look for various ways to make him happy.

I keep going.

When I turn, stop for a moment. I want to look back again. To be sure whether the traveler is still standing in his original place? What if it's gone? What if he's still there?

I don't like goodbye, no matter if it's good-bye or see you again.

I'm breathing air. And without looking again I turned. Breaking through the drizzle that has started to drift.

Should I have received the jacket offered? Did I just pretend not to be a coward in front of him? Did I accidentally break through the rain just to show him I was brave? I'm why the hell?

My view is blurry. It's just rain water, right? Not tears?

When I was about to turn to a stop a vehicle memepetku. I tilt my body to maintain balance.

I looked over, a car with an open tub stopped beside me.

Daffa.

“Come!” he said from behind the wheel.

How come, he's here?

“Don't dumb. Until when is it standing there?”

Was he told by mom? Where did he come from? What's from the parking lot? Did he see me and the wanderer?

“Pick in!”

I thought for a moment, he must be from the vegetable store. I think he deserves to be here.

As the rain grew heavier, I finally opened the car door. Crammed my suitcase and sat with my legs bent, because my foot was stuck in the suitcase. I put on my seat belt and Daffa runs his car

without saying anything.

I thought back to how it was, I met the Traveler, in a state that he said was a mess because he had finished arguing with Daffa. And it turns out to be true, the traveler sits beside me because I am so concerned and need pity?

Along the way Jogja-Magelang I did not speak at all. Daffa did not ask anything either. I looked out the window and occasionally wiped my watery eyes.

“Still crying, or go home now?” ask Daffa.

The car stopped near the moto daycare. The rain is going down here. Only the streets look darker.

“Who is crying?” I rubbed my face. And get ready to come down.

“What are you telling mom?” my many.

“Keebincidentally just saw you.”

I'm nodding.

“Thank you for the ride. Oh yes, I nitip suitcase.”

Then I opened the door and went down. Soon the car Daffa was driving passed. I headed to the parking lot, got the motor I left. I looked around while wearing a helmet.

“Bismillah.”

*****

At home, I was grateful that my mother didn't question me much. BuLek and PakLek are still there, so as usual they talk more three.

*****

At night when I go to sleep. I went back to playing Once Mekel's Dealova song that was sent by Pengelana. Back The traveler sent a song ‘And if I Can’nya Chrisye, I also play it repeatedly.

I didn't reply to a Traveler's message. From this moment on I decided not to bother him anymore.

“Allah, please please please happy him. With whoever he is living. Please take him, and enable him to take care of his affairs. “ I cupped my hands to his face. Back to the conversation

with him.

“Allah... May I still find him tomorrow? It's okay without meeting, just read his name on screen. Like yesterday, read the story. He heard her sing and called her a good friend. Can it still be, O God? Can?”