OWNER OF HEART
The Eps 26
Three months passed so quickly. I look better and fresher. Regarding Travelers, we are no longer considerate on whatsapp or on other social media accounts. However, sometimes I still like to steal time just to peek at his accounts.
Seen she still likes to upload songs on her fb account. I'd really like to comment on every status. However, in order to maintain the comfort of the traveler. I choose to resist my will. I don't miss him, do I? Yeah, I'm not missing, I just want to say hello, just say hello. Not about anything else.
*****
Later, the traveler was uploading a photo with someone on Instagram. They look at the ocean. I was amazed, the photo seemed to follow my dream in time.
The traveler actually sailed with someone, who turned out not to be Rosa. But someone else, who he told me was the one who understood him the most. In his eyes, he found a lake
the peace. With her smile, she found peace. To his heart, he called home.
The traveler has sailed. And of course I'm not the wave that's gonna hit the boat. I'm the beach that will be happy when I look, and secretly always pray for his happiness.
And in the end, profile photos on all social media travelers are no longer black backpacks. But two hands with fingers are against each other. There's a pair of rings in there. Anyone knows what that means, right?
I know, sooner or later this is all going to happen. Travelers have told me about that person. So, indeed he did not immediately secretly or suddenly so. And, once again he once asked me, am I okay? I told the Wander that I'd be fine.
In this instant, I realized that sometimes, the wise quotes I had read were easier said than executed. However, if you really love someone, you will
be happy when he is happy, even if sometimes you try hard to get rid of the invisible pain. Trust me, there is no pain. Time will stretch all.
*****
“If there will be a package delivery for Mom, please you accept. You put it in the room, I want to go to the rice field for a while, see the chili plants that Daffa planted.” Mom said to me.
I'm ironing the clothes I'm going to wear tomorrow to see Mr Camat, “what package, Ma?”
“Thank you, later you will also know, if Mom has opened it. Mom go first, the weather is not so hot.”
“Iya, Mom..”
After the selelasi ironing clothes that tomorrow I will wear to the Muntilan sub-district office. Now I'm rushing the shirt in the living room. A stack of newly printed books piled up in front of me. Lots of messages. There is a desire to tell the traveler. If, the poetry books and rhymes about him have been printed and many like. However, I wanted to contact him immediately. I don't want to disturb his happiness with his partner. I don't want that woman to misunderstand my message to the Traveler. Let it be, the traveler will know by himself, sooner or later.
*****
“Package..”.
The voice of someone was heard half screaming from the front of the house. Immediately I tiptoed and walked open the door.
A man wearing a dark blue shirt was standing with both hands carrying a brown envelope. When viewed from the packaging, it looks like it is a fairly thick book.
I received the package on my mother's behalf. After consulting the father of the package delivery, I immediately sauntered to the mother's room. Put the package on the nightstand. There's a curiosity, what's the truth
wrapped in that envelope? I saw the name of the sender on behalf of ‘Mother Srie Wahyuni.’
“Since when did you have a friend on behalf of Srie Wahyuni's mother? Has he been in Malang?”
I took a deep breath, still glancing at the package I put on the nightstand.
“Mheta..” Daffa's voice is heard calling me from outside the house.
I walked towards the voice of Daffa calling, “iya..what is it?” I said as I walked.
“Where is the book?”
“Tuh, in the middle room.” I said after standing before Daffa.
“So? Name Pengelana?”
I held my breath. Daffa took off his garden hat, sat in his chair and observed the package for the Traveler that I did not send.
“You can take one, I print a lot, kok,” I said pointing to a pile of books.
“Ngak ah. Isn't it about me?”
I turned away from the book and the envelope I was about to wrap, looked at it for a moment, “I wrote to the readers, Daf. So, who read yaapum means for him.”
The figure in front of me did not answer. I turned back the books on the table.
“He's very special, huh? Until you make a book about him?”
I smiled, “nothing special, Daff. Moreover, he is only a good friend, not a nobody.”
“Yakin?”
“Yakinlah.. for the author, anything passing by is just samber to be written.” Answer me with a smile.
“But he's up to one book.”
“Sok know you.”
“Abi where?”
“Lha, not Mother downstairs. He said he wanted to see the results of your chili plant. Didn't you meet?”
“Ngak? Is it possible that aunt took another road? Why can you go to the rice field, auntie just healed?”
“You know for yourself, right? Her mother cannot be. Want it to go to the rice field. Even yesterday he had wanted grass for the goats of the late father.”
“Keep you are biarin?”
“Yes is not. I told my mother about goat food, let the neighbors feed. Later let me give money to the neighbors as wages.”
“You are a good boy, Mhet.”
I laugh.
Daffa changed instantly. Ever since I asked her when she was going to Korea, she hasn't left until now. He even avoids every time I ask him about it.
“You till when you delay?” my question, “don't let him wait.”
“You mean?”
“Nadia? Don't let him wait for you too long.”
“I never let people wait.”
“You mean?” I stopped folding envelopes.
“Ya, so.”
“Yes, what is it? Have you ever told me about Nadia so hard? Though you ask a lot of things about Travelers, and I answer all.” I've wanted to grumble at Daffa for a long time now that I've had the chance.
“Because there is nothing to tell.”
“Ngak.”
“Ya keep what? You're so happy, Daff, if asked. Shitty, you know what?” my voice began to rise. “kamu it if you like the same people ya mbok fight. Don't just give me hope, you hang.
You never mentioned a girl's name. Once mentioned the name Nadia, so I think it must mean a lot to you.”
Daffa silence.
“Go,” I said as I glued glue on the envelope.
“I'll go, after making sure you're okay.”
I'm flabbergasted, “what do you mean?”
“After making sure you are happy.”
“Job Daffa. You think I've been suffering all this time?”
“I've known you since you were born.”
I have heard many times that Daffa was introduced to me since I was three days old. After the mother of the midwife. That said, she said Daffa's mother said, if I have to be guarded, not to be messed with, should not be made to cry.
“I will stay here until.. at least you find a replacement.” Daffa stared at the pile of books in front of me.
“You mean...substitute, Traveller?” I looked at the man in front of me. “Daffa, my good friend's traveller. I call him a good friend, in my heart never go anywhere. So, nothing can replace. I
accept our destiny. As two people who met on the trip and became friends.” I was silent for a moment. “like you, suppose with Nadia yes you are still my friend. Not then we become enemies or pretend not to know, right?”
“Not so.”
I'm linking eyebrows. “lalu?”
“How about you ta’aruf with Rashid? He's a good man to you, Mhet.”.
“Hah?!” I was amazed, to the point of dropping just the paper and books I was holding. How does Daffa still remember the young man we only met for a moment in the hospital? In fact, I've forgotten
her face. His name had forgotten, if not Daffa who reminded just now.
“He is good, shaleh Insha Allah, dear parents, and.” Daffa has not had time to continue his sentence I immediately cut it.
“And I have forgotten him, even I have no intention to be close to him.”
“But, I'm serious.”
“Yes Allah Daffa... You think I am what?”
I still stared at Daffa not understanding. The man looked relaxed. “She asked you several times.”
“Why didn't you tell me?” I glared at him, “what have you told him about me? So, in your hospital for hp number?”
“Do not nyolot.”
“Not that I'm a nyolot, but how does he know if you're not hp number? Didn't he say he was in Jakarta?”
“I'll tell you once, if he had time to go to my grandmother's house and ask about you.”
“I guess you're just kidding?”
“Honestly, we are indeed tukeran hp number. But, he also had time to find out about you to my grandmother.”
“Daffa... If you want to chase Nadia, it's gone.Ne't care about me. Pake show tell me ta’aruf same guy I don't know. As for my heartache from the Travelers, you know what about us?
I'm disappointed in you.”
“So you're angry?”
“I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed.”
******
After returning home from the rice fields, the mother immediately cleaned her body and rushed to perform the ashar prayer.
After performing the prayer, the mother is seen sitting on the lips of a couch inside the kamra. I watched her open a brown envelope. Immediately I walked to my mother, out of curiosity about the contents of the package.
A photocopy file.
“What file is it, Bu?”
“Sini sit. I want to talk seriously about you."
I raised both eyebrows, “Serious? What's the matter?” I took a seat side by side with my mother.
“It's been almost three months, mom is waiting for an answer from you.”
“Answers? Did you ever ask what?”
“Lha ask what? Marriage problems. You forgot?”
“Jeez, Mother. So, the matter of matchmaking is true?”
“Mom only wants the best for you, Nak.”
“But, Mom? Who is that guy?”
Mother looked at the file held in both hands, “you learn all this first, if you already understand, you give the same answer mother. But, I hope your answer will make Mom happy, Nak.”
“What is this file, Bu?”
“Marriage submission.”
“Means Mother? Mheta wants whose mother married? Why should there be a letter of submission? Who is Bu Hari Wicaksono?”
“Mheta... You want to see Mom happy, right?”
I nodded. “iya.”
“Do you believe, if this Mother of yours will plunge you on things that are not good?”
“No, Mom. Mheta doesn't believe it. Mheta believes the choice of Mom is the best choice for the future Mheta.”
Mom smiled as she stroked my cheek, “married by choice, Mom.”
I'm choked. There was a tremendous shock in my chest.
