OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 27

“Married to whom?” my voice is raucous.

“do you remember the young man who waited for his mother in the hospital?”

Rashid? There's no way my mother could marry me to a young man I don't know at all. I forgot the face of that young man. Who else, if not Rashid. At that time, in the room there were only two patients, namely Rasyid's mother and mother.

“Rasyid?”

Mom smiled and nodded, “tak.”

“Means Mom? Mheta married her?” there's pain slicing through my heart.

“He's a good young man, shaleh, even he's affectionate towards his parents.” Mom seemed excited to tell me about the young man.

Like something was clogging up my esophagus, why did you want to match me to that foreign man? Wouldn't it be better if mom betrothed me to Daffa? Because the mother and the deceased father always

supporting Daffa every time I approach me? Why do you prefer strangers now? What possessed mom?

“So, this file sent, Rashid?” my many.

“Not, this is what sent his mother. Bu Day.”

Oh my God, this wasn't in the Siti Nurbaya era, was it?

“Mother knows her mother Rashid?”

“We often chat by phone. Even fitting you to Malang first to pack, Mom and Dad Rashid here.”

I choked, my eyes wide open. “for what?”

“Ask about your wedding?”

Ask about marriage? So, why is mom still waiting for my approval. If actually both Rashid's parents had gone home.

“Rasyid follow?”

“No, Rashid again school Diklapa two, said, Bu Hari.”

“So, Rashid doesn't know, if he wants to be betrothed the same, Mheta?”

“Know, because indeed he wants you, to be his life companion.”

Oh God, it means true said Daffa, if all this time he often asked about me to him. Why did the new mother tell me that the young man who wanted to marry me was a Rashid? And why did Rashid choose me to be his life partner? Isn't he a soldier? Why should I not be known? Why not the other. There's no way she doesn't have many girlfriends. Because what I know from my friends. If a soldier really likes to change girlfriends.

“Continue..” I was silent for a moment. “Mother approves?” I said while looking at the file that was still on both hands of my mother.

“Mother agrees, but..all decisions will be in your hands.”

“If it is indeed a decision in the hands of Mheta. Whatever decision you'll accept?”

Mom's mouth turned moody. Seen, he was pinning his hopes on me.

I smiled, “Bu, didn't Mom ever say, when Mheta graduated High School. If you are married, you need an introduction? You also said marriage is not a joke? In fact, I always told Mheta, if married it is to unite two different characters into one-unity to understand, understand and fill each other?”

Yes, Mother always told me that, when I came home from wandering. Mother and late father always advised me to look for a man who could accept my shortcomings, not just my strengths. In fact,

they always slip Daffa's name in every text of his message. “care the young man who is like Daffa, who always succumbs for you. Who never made you cry.”

Mom smiled crisply, “Instead of that, I'm sure the same Rashid. If he is a good young man to you. His mother was sick and he was afraid to take care of his duties. Especially if he is your husband. I assure you, he must be good for you, Mhet.”

“So yes, Bu?” my voice is raucous.

“Learn first this file, after you understand. You said the same Mother.”

I nodded slowly, “ya.” I said after receiving a pile of files on marriage filings.

******

At one in the morning, my eyes had not been closed at all. I opened the laptop. And immediately typed a script that I had not held at all all all day. I play the songs sung by the Pengelana, to

accompany me typing.

My phone was circulating, a notification came in. A foreign number came in sending a short message.

“Hei..”.

I knit both eyebrows. My heart's racing a little. Guess who sent me that short message at midnight. Because as I recall, I never gave a cell phone number to a stranger. I left the message without a reply. Put the phone back on the end of the table. I re-typed the script.

“Check, you haven't slept? Or are you awake?”

The message from the foreign number came in again.

Once, twice, three times. I'm trying to identify who the sender of the message is. But again I can't guess. Travelers never call me Ayu. So who is sending me a message?

I took a long breath. I closed my eyes for a moment. And stretch the neck muscles.

“Ayu... why not reply?”

By holding my breath, I started typing. “sorry to whom? Where do I get my number?” but, my hunt is removed. I don't want to repay him.

I'll turn off the phone as soon as possible.

After writing the script, I immediately rushed to the shower to flush my face, hands, and feet.

I clenched my hands together. Pray for health for my mother and family. Praying for Travelers, and never forget I always pray for Dffa. After praying, I immediately folded my face.

Then, lay down your body on the bed. My eyes ran through the room. Then, find a pile of books on the dressing table that has not been wrapped. “Fun, are you okay?” I thought about the backpacked man to sleep.

******

Kumandang Adzan heard from the mosque in the alley of my house. I immediately rushed over. After finishing the morning prayers, I immediately sauntered into the kitchen. Prepare breakfast for mom. My habit, since my return from the city of Malang, I try to help my mother in the house, from cooking to cleaning the house.

Today, I have a meeting with Mr. Camat at the Muntilan sub-district office. To forward Mr. Camat's message to Mother, if I am still accepted to be a doctor at the health center.

After preparing all the needs of mother, I immediately prepare to go to the District office.

As soon as it was neat, I sat on a dresser chair. My gaze stared fixedly at the file that mom loved me. I haven't read at all. My chest rippled while holding the cover of the file.

I paused my intention to open it and read it.

 I just remembered, if I turned off my phone from last night.

After opening the phone. I waited for a few minutes. So many incoming messages, from foreign numbers sending me messages.

“Ayu... why not send a reply?”

“Ayu... You're fine, right?”

“Hei... why your phone is not active.”

“You don't like yes, I bother you?”

Again I linked my eyebrows together, as a result of the mysterious message. “who sent me a message? And... who also calls me Ayu?”

I immediately saw his profile photo. “empty, no photo.”

I saw the username. “Hamba Allah.”

Who her?

I saw the clock crawling above the number seven. I didn't listen to that message. I immediately stepped into the parking lot. To heat the motor, to go to the District office.

“Mheta..” mother's voice.

“Iya.” I replied from the side parking lot of the house.

“You didn't have breakfast first?” ask mom from behind the window.

“Ngak, Mom. After returning from the district office. Mother breakfast first.” I said as I heated the motor. “Oh, yes. Today, I don't have to go to the fields. Daffa told Mheta. He said today he

to go to the garden, not downstairs. So, instead of not meeting Daffa in the rice field. Mending Mother does not go downstairs. Moreover, Mother is new healthy?”

Mom smiled. “Oh that, yes deh.”

****

After meeting Mr. Camat. I was asked to go to Muntilan Puskesmas, meet the head of Puskesmas to give a white envelope. A letter from Mr. Camat to the head of the Puskesmas.

After handing over the envelope, I was asked by the head of the health center to come again tomorrow. By bringing a job application file.

After my business is done. I'll go to the parking lot, go home.

“Mheta..”.

A familiar voice called me. “Daffa.. Why here?” my many.

“Yes, just happened to pass. I was from the cooperative.”

“Oh..” said, “alone?”

“Yes, what do you do to puskesmas? Healthy aunt ‘kan?”

“I'm a doctor.” I said laugh.

Daffa. The two eyebrows are linked. “iya, you know. but what for the puskesmas? You work here?”

I smiled, “not yet. But, God willing.”