OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 29

After the bathroom, I immediately raised both hands. Ask for guidance to the owner of love.

I bit my lip, not knowing what kind of message Rashid should return. I haven't had the message answered yet. One message from Pengelan came in again.

“You're fine, right, M?”

I rubbed my head that was not dizzy.

“How are you?” I typed in a reply and immediately sent it to the Traveler.

As for the unidentified number claiming to be Rashid, I don't care.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Sorry, but I have been busy for a few months. Until there is no time to be patient with you.” Incoming Traveler Message. During this time, the time was busy. He always takes his time

to send word to me. But, this time, the reason for the traveler is really unreasonable.

But, wherever also. Me and the traveler are just friends, nobody. So, it's perfectly fine if he doesn't give me the news.

“It's okay. I'm also busy.” My reply was accompanied by a smile emoticon.

“How's Mom doing? Already healthy?”

While typing, I took a deep breath, “Alhamdulillah, already able to go to the rice field.”

“Then.”

Traveller's sentence hangs. “last, what?” my eyebrows are linked while waiting for a reply.

“No..”

“Kok no?”

“Ya not only.”

I replied with an angry emoticon. The traveler replies with a laughing emoticon.

That's how it travels, until now. He always makes me flutter, with all his behavior.

“So, when is marriage?” what kind of message is that? How dare I send that message to the traveler. That message I wanted to delete immediately. However, he had already read it.

Travelers only reply with smile emoticons.

I haven't had a chance to reply to a travel message. A phone call from a number claiming to be Rashid came in.

I threw my phone in the bed. Getting a phone call from him, like dealing with hundreds of soldiers. There is fear, anger, hate and wanting to curse. But of course it's only in wishful thinking.

I let the call go until it stopped shrill. Soon I might reply to a message I ignored earlier. “What's up? Don't call me.”

“Sorry, I just want to make sure that the file has been filled.”

“If I don't want to fill... Why?”

“How can we get married? I have a holiday next week. I hope you can go to Jakarta, to meet me at Battalion.”

Meet him at the Battalion? What does she think I am a girl? I just want to tell him to meet me. Everywhere there is a man who should come to the woman's house.

“No..”

“Why not?” what kind of answer is that? Does Rasyid not understand about the Java upload?

“Yang wants me to be a wife right, you.

You should have come home. Not even telling me to go to Jakarta to see you.” I typed with annoyance. A few moments later, he returned my message.

“It is not so.. I am in school in Bogor. Saturday-sunday holidays. And next week I can cruise a day. Usually can not exit.”

“Then.”

“I hope you can go to Jakarta.”

I didn't reply to Rashid's message.

Finding love, marrying the person we want, is the dream of every human being, right? For women, having a potential husband who is able to become a qowwam and a priest in all criteria, is a dream. However,

to me. Having a future husband of a Rashid is not a dream. We don't know each other, on the other hand I don't love him. What his daily life is like, what his character is, I have no idea.

*****

Morning greets, the sound of no-man's birds whistling at each other.

Usually every morning, Daffa crosses the roosters to go to the rice field located on the left side of my house. However, since our conversation two days ago. I never saw him again.

Before leaving for work. I started cleaning the house, and preparing breakfast for my mother. Today, mom wants to eat her favorite vegetable soup and fried cob fish. In the midst of cooking. I play songs

sent by whatsapp. There's something I just remembered. Room manager send message. But after I answered that message. He was suddenly offline. To this day, I have not received any reply from him.

“Your news today..” I instantly thought of the Traveler. Is he married? After three months we had no communication?

Suddenly I reached for a phone lined with ricecooker. See if the Traveler was online this morning, it turns out he has not been online. Last I saw him online at 21:38 wib.

“Mheta..” mother called me.

“Iya, Mom..” I immediately walk towards voice. “ada what?”

“Barusan Bu Mother's day phone. He sent you to Jakarta to face his Commandant Rashid.”

I took a deep breath. Thinking of mother's words just now. “Why should Mheta go there? Why isn't Rashid here, Mom?”

“Lha Rashid is a school? Where can we come here. You will be asked to face the commander.” Mom shut up for a moment. “if she is not busy and can go home she will definitely pick you up, Mhet?”

I'm speechless. Thinking of the right answer for my mom.

“Rasyid the good boy. I don't want to waste it.” Mother said again.

“But, Mom...it's not a problem whether he's good or not. Mheta doesn't know Rashid. Mom too, why do you trust her family so much? I only met them once, right?”

“Mother believes, because Rashid is so dear to his mother.”

“Not because he has rank? Mom... I forgot, if you used to love Daffa?”

My mother and late father loved Daffa. He always told me to look for a man like Daffa. Moreover, when we argued the time, the mother and the late father always advised me to get better soon.

“Lho. ya different. Lawong the Daffa I regard as your own mas, nothing more. How could Mom marry you to sodara herself? Daffa I thought of as my own child. And you guys grew up

together like brothers. After all, Daffa's mother also said the same mother, that Daffa would marry a girl named Nadia.”

Nadia's? So, Auntie told my mom who Nadia was about?

“Already, the day after you leave for Jakarta. Let's ask Daffa later in the afternoon to buy you a train ticket.”

“But, Mom.”

“Udah don't need much alesan.”

“Mheta buy your own tickets, Mom. Don't tell Daffa.” I said with a sour face.

“Let Daffa buy, because last night I also told Daffa's mother. To buy tickets for you.”

*****

This Friday, not so many puskesmas. There are only a few people taking medication. At two o'clock I was home.

Arriving home, Daffa was sitting on the terrace bale.

“You're looking for mom?” I asked him. There was a slight stiff feeling when dealing with Daffa.

“Ngak.”

I linked both eyebrows. “terus?”

She pulled out a paper from inside her waist bag. “ini, your ticket.”

I grabbed a white paper combined with blue. “ticket train majors Gambir.”

“Lho to Gambir? Not Senen huh?” I said looking at the ticket.

“Say Aunty, you leave today. happens to be Senen

nightly. I can't buy you a night ticket.”

“Lha... It's me leaving this afternoon?” I looked up when I saw the departure date.

“Prepare, I'll take you. If you take the bus to the station, it won't be an abomination. You can be late and miss the train.”

“Mheta, you should be happy. Because I'll meet your future husband.”

“Know what you about me.” I walked into the house. Looking for a mother.

I saw my mom taking a nap. I stopped my intention to ask why I had to leave today.

Oh my God, what a shit my life. My youth should not be like this.

****

This afternoon the station was very crowded. Maybe because of the weekend. I looked at a bench I sat on five months ago.

 Then, I looked at a cafe shop that had become my second meeting with the Traveler.

I took a photo of that cafe shop. Then I uploaded it to my Facebook account with words.

A lot of things are happening out of my control…

Falling in love with you is one of them…

You taught me to fight the fears in me…

Yet…

You forgot to teach me against the important things…

How can I not be afraid of losing you?

A few minutes after I uploaded the photo. A lot of emoticons are scattered in my status. Some rippled in the heart, Travelers gave heart-shaped emoticons.

Cellphone circling. A call came in from the traveler.

I'm stuck, surely he'll discuss the status on my facebook just now. I should have known, if a traveler was friends with me on Facebook. I should have mastered myself.

My eyes are heating up. I tried to hold my defensive fort. I'm not in love with a wanderer, am I?

“Hey..” sounds are heard behind me.

I immediately looked. My face turned shocked. Seeing the figure standing right in front of me.

“Power?”

“It's me...” Smiling traveler.

“Kok..” I stopped saying. Close my mouth with both hands. The crystals filled both my cheeks. Immediately, I wiped it.

“Why cry?”

I'm shaking. My departure feels clogged. My chest is tight, my heart is painful. Not a happiness I found when I met the current Traveler.

“You're not running away anymore, are you?” The traveler grabbed the backpack I was holding.

I'm terakenak. Don't know what to answer.

“Hei, M. I'm asking you... You're not running away, are you?”

“Ti-no.” Oh my gosh. I shouldn't be so stiff with travelers. And...for what am I crying?

The traveler looks at me clingy. “forgive me.”he said.

I'm silent.

“Where are you going? You look more messy than we met first.” He stared at the passing car in front of us.

Gosh...is it true if I look more messy? “to Jakarta.” I answered that whole.

“Oh, so you escaped to Jakarta? Where's your ticket?” Saddle asked.

I saw him suspicious. Don't tell me he's going to Jakarta too. But, it could be that he went to Jakarta as well. Because he works in that city. But it's impossible, right? If we're gonna sit on one train, then,

with the same purpose. “For what?”

“Who knows, we ride the same car.” He answered while smiling at me.

I'm breathing out, “sok knows you.”

“I escaped for the umpteenth time, M. It hurts here.” The wanderer held his chest.

I smiled, not answering.

“You know, why did I run away?”

I nodded while looking at him.

“Because I can't forget someone. Just like the piece of poetry you uploaded on facebook earlier.”

My eyes glare. So, a traveler running away from someone who's been, making him comfortable?

“No need to be surprised.”

“Not so... I'm just confused.” I said a little sternly.

“Bingung?”

I nodded, “iya.” I was silent for a moment. “what are you running away for a Rosa?”

Smiling wanderer. I know, her smile this time, was so full of pain.

“That's my train, I leave first. Take good care of yourself.” Vocational.

“Eh... Did you get on that train too? It's not something of a coincidence, is it?”

“Once, that's clear I'm in the 2.” carriage He said as he handed me the backpack and passed from before me.

It is not usual for a Pengelan to behave like that to me.

But since we have not been preaching to each other for more than three months, now the travelers have changed so much.

****

The train starts to leave. I who was not one carriage with the Traveler still kept thinking about his words. He's on the run? He even said if he couldn't forget someone like a piece of temple

my poetry.

“Rosa..” murmured me. "don't-don't the Traveler can't forget, Rosa."

Suddenly my phone was running. A message from Rashid came in.

“You've left? Until Gambir what time? Let's pick up my junior and his wife.”

What…? Picked junior? Why would he send me to Jakarta if he didn't have time for me? I left the message without a reply. I feel like I want to go with the Wander, escape destiny.

My phone's back on the loose. Roamer.

“You're down Gambir, right?” travel Message.

“Iya.” I answered briefly.

“Try to see, dusk this afternoon is so beautiful. I would love to enjoy twilight with someone.”  The travel message came in again. I also immediately turned to the right, I happened to be sitting next to the window. This afternoon twilight did look so charming. The red color is so pretty.

“Iya... great once.” I typed with a smile.

“You don't want to enjoy twilight?”

“Already... I was enjoying twilight from inside the car.” My message, I've got an emoticon laughing to the point of crying.

“Tight train..” reply.

I reply with a smile emoticon. I read the Traveler's message over and over again. Until finally a call came in. Rashid's name is perched on my phone screen. “For what did you call?” gertutuku, while

take a deep breath. Then slide the colored button hiajau.

“What's up?” ask after greeting.

Rashid asked me. More reaffirming his question about the train I was riding, and until Jakarta at what time?

“Down Gambir. Half-time one night.” I replied with a lazy tone.

Rashid asked again, have I eaten? And he told me to stay careful and alert.

I answered, I ate and thank you. Then we ended the short conversation.