OWNER OF HEART

Eps 2's

“This is his rich trash from yesterday, haven't you wasted, Mhet?”

I was reading when Rini came into my room, looking for something on my desk. “Yeah, you want to be a garbage collector, Mhet?”

“It's not garbage.”

“A empty bottle of such rich drinking containers, you said not garbage?”

“That's proof.”

“What evidence does a memento?”

I'm silent too. Looking at the page of the book that was perched in front of me, but not reading it. “Not all questions must be answered ‘kan?”

At first I deliberately left a little mizone in the bottle. So that if there is anything with me, for example sudden tweezers or poisoning my mouth foaming. The bottle could be proof. Again, however, it is not easy to accept the gift of a stranger in a public place, for me.

However, until a week after drinking the mizone on that rainy day, I was still fine. Instead I thought that I had been prejudiced against the man in the wet coat.

“Rini.”

“Hemm?” Rini had found the item she had been looking for. He borrowed a needle and thread, and is now sitting in front of my room, sewing the buttons of his loose shirt.

“Do I look like a newly broken hearted person?”

“Hah? Broken heart from Korea?” Rini chuckles. “You even look like someone who just fell in love?”

“Internally!” both balls of my eyes glared. Grabbing the koala doll beside me and then throwing it at him. “I asked seriously, Rin.”

“What's the person like?”

“Who?”

“What gives you that bottle of mizone? To the extent that you don't want to throw away. You even keep it?” Rini ogling.

“Heh! Yes, I am no longer in love with him! Just know, don't want to fall in love. I accidentally stuck the bottle, as proof that I was okay!” I'm pouting.

“Lah? I didn't ask like that. I'm just asking, what kind of person? How did you even sewot. Or maybe not really my guess, you are still in love with him.”

“No, you know.”

“Keep like what?”

Likewhat?

I don't even remember that person's face. Because I didn't look at him when he was writhing. Just occasionally looking, even then he was turning his back on me, and I did not dare for long either

But I still clearly remember his voice. Storytelling way. Tone of speech. Even his way of laughing at himself. Moreover, the effort forced me to accept a bottle of mozine from her.

I also remember clearly how he grabbed his backpack, draped his wet coat, and his long steps. Then when he grabbed my notebook and pen, and wrote his phone number there. The writing is so neat, even neater than my writing. Even though he wrote the number very hastily.

To this day, I don't know how many times I've looked at the numbers in my book. I even felt like I had memorized that number outside my head. However, of course I couldn't possibly contact him first ‘kan?

Oh God. True is impossible. For what reason? Thank you for a bottle of mizone? Didn't I say thank you for the gift? Or apologize for being prejudiced and not responding to all the stories?

Oh, maybe just asking if her heartbreak has healed? This one's so disrespectful. I rarely greet strangers first –I mean opposite sex –if there is no interest. On social media, this is a cell phone number. Too private. But, it could be, for him to give a mobile number to a stranger something ordinary ‘kan?

Then what he said about me…

“Eh, Rini, she said I look messy, like a newly broken heart.”

“Maybe it's just her excuse to give you mizone?”

“Really? Why don't I think so, Rin?”

“Be careful.”

I puffed my cheeks. But at that time my mood was really bad. After the conversation with. yeah, the guy I didn't want to call his name. And that was the first fight between me and

he, if not, could also be called the worst debate that has ever happened throughout our time together.

He was indeed my first debate friend, not to lose, but to me he gave up more often. Even though he is right. Even though I'm the one who spoke the wrong way, the miscellaneous. However, not even the message appeared on my phone screen. I never felt so sorry for him.

Until the man in the wet coat came. Who casually told me that he was running away. Run away from reality. Then I realized that I was running away, running from someone.

And even though then the wet-coated man casually said that I looked messy, but somehow after that I felt a little not too bad. Is it because I realized, isn't it

the only one who is hurt? Or because of the effect of a bottle of mizone? Oh, it's so confusing.

“Rini, angels can incarnate as human?”

“So, you think the one who gave you a bottle of mizone was an angel, Mhet? Rini shakes. “Basic handyman.”

Who knows, God brought him so that I wouldn't be too sad. Isn't there no coincidence in this world? but did the angel leave his cell phone number? I don't know.

“Mheta, did you fight with Daffa?” a message from dad. How

does he know we are fighting?