OWNER OF HEART

Eps 32's

I set foot into the room with mixed feelings,. If Rashid opens the small box and finds a cincin and a piece of paper. Could I be cursed by him, maybe?

“God...protect me, for this time.” my grumbling, after which I exhale and throw it wildly.

“A-da.what?” body's shaking. There was something wet on both palms of my hands.

“Ngak... Is this your clothes? You keep it covered. Do not put on a mattress.” He said after observing my clothes on his bed.  “Oh yes, guys, tomorrow someone will help you at home. So you don't have to worry.”

I breathe again. Feeling relieved, because Rashid did not see the Traveler's gift box. Immediately I put the box into my backpack on the tv table, “Nevent mind. Let my clothes be there. My name is

also do not sleep in this room. I sleep on the sofa.” I'm berkilah. Although I actually laid my body on Rashid's bed.

“Lho is that? Is this your room too?” the eyebrows of the man are linked to each other.

“No, we are not husband and wife.”

Rashid smiled crisply. He approached me standing next to the door. “Now, you will legitimately belong to me.” He said right next to my ear. Then, he walked out of the room. Bidding to return to Bogor soon.

*****

two o'clock in the morning, I haven't closed my eyes. I saw the cell phone and saw the name of the Traveler. There are no signs online yet. I am still curious about the gift in the form of a ring and writing on a piece

that paper.

I'll turn on the laptop immediately. Open multiple email replies from several major publishers. There is a notification, if one of the novels I sent a few weeks ago, something is accepted and will be published soon. The smile on my lips was on the corner.

I express my Gratitude for all the blessings and infinite gifts, these.

If only Dad were still there. How happy he was, received the news that his only daughter had managed to penetrate a dream publishing table.

I grabbed a cell phone. Heading to a gallery, I saw there were some pictures of mom and dad. Not feeling a single tear through my fortress. I was sobbing, remembering all the goodness of my father and mother. At the moment,

I have nothing but my mother. I will never be able to hurt my mother.

As I was recalling memories with my late father, my phone suddenly circulated.

Daffa sent a message.

“Mheta... When did you return from Jakarta?” he looks online.

I shut my mouth. Unlike usual, Daffa sent a midnight message. Even I remember a few days ago, I made it my heart.

“Why...”? I sent that reply.

“There's something I want to tell you.”

“What? Didn't you say everything?”

“Not... This is not my heart thing anymore.”.

I knit an eyebrow. Read a few Daffa messages just now. What mean? Not his heart anymore? “About what, Daffa?” I'm waiting for Daffa's reply.

“I can't tell you through wa. I will wait for you until you return to Magelang.” only

Look, Daffa's answer isn't much different from Travelers, is it? Do all men like to ask questions? Without an answer? Why do men like to make women's hearts mess up?

“What's the difference through wa, daffa? If you don't want to go through wa. I'll call you right now.”

“Neventless. It's late at night. It's not good for a woman to call the opposite sex in the middle of the night. Moreover, you are the wife of the person.”

thus.

I put the phone next to the laptop. I immediately headed to the bathroom to pray and perform the evening prayer.

As soon as I finished my evening prayer, I grabbed my phone back. Want to see a message from Daffa again or not.

Not a message coming in. In fact, I discovered a Daffa status.

‘At last, we will know. That clamoring is about receiving. And it all starts when disappointment and pain go away because of an apology. It all starts with forgiving, then accepting

about everything that happened.’

Unlike usual, my childhood friend made a status that was so heartbreaking. He even uploaded the status on the story wa three minutes ago.

I would love to comment on it. However, I immediately expressed my intention. Because that status is also not necessarily he addressed my captain. Could be, she wrote that status for Nadia, right?

I just wanted to turn off the phone. Suddenly a message from the traveler came in.

“Not sleeping?”

I don't want to waste this opportunity either. “Not yet.” I typed and immediately sent on Traveler.

“Why?”

God, he didn't even answer my message yesterday afternoon.

“I want to know. Why did you give me a ring and a piece of paper?” I sent that message and waited for a reply.

The traveler read my message ten minutes after I sent it to him. I'm reading, he's writing a message. Longtime. Long time. Even she seemed to have undoed her desire to send me a message.

“Why not send a message?” I'm back waiting for an answer.

The traveler replies with a smiling emoticon.

“I can't decipher from your emoticons. Better, if you're frank.”

“M...” he only sent one letter messages only.

“What? Why not answer my question?”

“If anyone likes you? What are you going to do?”

Instead of answering my question, he asked me back. Even the question makes no sense to me.

“You mean?”

“Jawab only first..”

“Yes is okay. I have no right to forbid someone to dislike me.”

The traveler replied with a smiling emoticon again.

With annoyance I retorted again. “Kan I replied. Did you answer my question?”

“I love you, M. I can't take away all the memories from the beginning of knowing you.”