OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 34

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon I arrived at the destination city, as well as the last city for the train to run. I exhaled deeply, before finally setting my feet right on the platform floor.

I stood until there was no one else. Sided by the platform benches looking at me coldly.

I'm not doing why, nor am I asking how. I'm just counting, how many times has he said the word go and then disappear. However, at the end he chose to reappear.

One day, things will change, you say. I smiled remembering the words that had

said the other day, right here in this waiting room.

One day, maybe he will no longer be present in my poems. After all

I drained my things from memory. After all the memories I dug up without leaving.

Travelers can charge profit share, if we want to be able to meet and make calculations. Several thousand

words I've stolen from our conversation, for example.

“Your wife is good.” Traveling messages spread my daydreams. I smile. I don't know, from the beginning

knowing him, I could only remember his every kindness that had sincerely made me smile. That's according.

“Mbak Mothers' voices were heard calling right behind me.

I smile, “iya, be careful yes, Bu.” I said.

Mothers who accompanied me in a train car. Eight hours drive, I was accompanied by

the unrelenting strains of banana chips were chewed, leaving nothing left.

“Remember my message. Don't get the wrong choice.” He said, patting my shoulder gently.

I smile back. I saw the mother set foot invisible. Possibly

his words are just words. However, behind all that, the words that are thrown out are very meaningful.

*****

Arriving at home, the mother has been berondol with a variety of questions about the man of his choice.

“He was good ‘kan..” mom said while smiling. “Mom's choice is not wrong tho, Nduk?” coined.

I'm nodding.

“Tadi.. actually I asked Daffa to pick you up at the station. But, he's not even

can because you want to take care of the passport he said.”

Linked eyebrows, “urus passport? For whom?”

“He said, Daffa wants to go abroad again.”

I'm choked. Could it be that he's going to see Nadia? Could he marry that girl?

Your mind wanders for a moment.

“Mom told you the same Daffa. If you can, to the Korean waiting for you to get married.”.

“Terus?” I cut out mom's sentence.

“—ya said he did not know. look at his passport. Daffa said to mom. Make the passport no

longtime. Moreover just extend.”

I stand towards the nightstand. Take a phone I haven't had the chance to hold from here.

“You what?” mother asked.

.Phone Daffa..”

“What's the power, mbok ya home. Kan deket.” Tukas mother.

I shut up for a moment, then. “Bu...” I exhale, sentence before I say to mom. “Stays

Mheta married Rashid?”

Mom chuckles, “you can't wait ya?”

I knit an eyebrow. “Not that.. kok Mheta..” I hang a sentence. Afraid that mom would be offended if

the words of Rasyid I uttered.

“What?”

I smiled, “no, Bu.”

“Rasyid family's pocket is here. To talk about your wedding date.”

My throat feels gagged with chunks of agate.

“Mother sure?”

“What makes mom sure? I believe in Rashid. He, the right young man for you, he

fine.”

“Ya. If indeed mother has made a choice for my future. I hope you are not sorry

behind.”

Mother stroked my shoulder, saying. “Lha is that? My mother has told me the same to you. If all

the decision is in your hands. How, now it seems that you are questioning Rashid? Did he not treat you well yesterday, in Jakarta?”

I smiled, holding my mother's fingers warmly. “OK. Even. during the.

Jakarta is very close. And we rarely spoke when we met, unless we felt there was something we had to talk about. Every time he met Mheta, he always took his friend. He said not to be slander.”

“Nah... means the choice of mother is not wrong tho? He's a good young man. In fact, he was able to keep your honor, by

how not to talk except what matters. Because he understands, you're not tied to anything yet.  It's his name he values his women.

I smiled as I took a deep breath.

*****

The morning air. Cradling every soul that is busy then going to go to

paddies.

I was still thinking about Daffa that my mother said she would go to Korea again.

Seen from behind the kitchen window, Daffa was holding a bundle of grass for my frangipani food.

“Hei..” I called him.

Daffa just turned his head without a word, smiling invisible at both corners of his lips.

I immediately walked towards the back of the house. Approaching Daffa who is busy feeding

goats caged.

“So... you will really go to Korea again?” askaku while helping Daffa feed the goats of the late father.

Daffa looked at me. But again, he did not flinch.

“Ya. I'm just asking for you, don't change.” I said while smiling.

Daffa stopped his activities. He was seen stretching out his breath and throwing it away, “changing

what?”

I smile. “Ya changed. I feel like you're a stranger now

same me.”

“Rasyid aja that strangers can be close to you? In fact, you're getting married soon

here.” he said without looking at me. His feet were playing with the sandals he was wearing.

My eyes are glaring, “kok are you that? It wasn't you who always said the same to me. If he is good, sholih and dear old man. In fact, at that time I never wanted to know about him. You're the one who was enthusiastic about talking about the young man.”

Daffa chuckles. “not to insist. I'm just a guyon. Anyway, I'm sure he's a good young man

for you.” Daffa glared, his gaze far above the sidelines of mango leaves perched behind the house.

“Sorry yes..” I said raucous.

I know, if Daffa isn't really okay, I know him very well. His gaze hinted

if he is injured. However, I chose to be quiet, not asking about his injuries.

“So... when do you leave?”

“You evicted me?”

I knit both eyebrows, “ya not. Just doang.”

“Wait for you to be Rashid's wife. Make sure you're really happy next to him. Just me

will leave.” He said with a down.

I shut my mouth. That's pretty much impossible. Even at this time I do not know, will be happy or

instead of living with the stranger?

*****

A green car type Toyota Camry, looks so slowly entering the yard area of my house.

A driver wearing a smudgy suit. Seen out of the car. Then, open the back door. I saw two people get out of the car. A middle-aged man and a mother were also middle-aged.

A mother who is no stranger to me. I remember how the mother nagged while in hospital

the time.

It tells of a young man who was none other than his son. In fact, the mother told me about

failure of his son to go to the land.

“Nduk. What do you say, Cah Ayu..” asked the mother after saying hello. The beak man

baya, who was standing right next to him, smiled and then greeted me warmly.

“Mbak Yuni, Mas Agus, monggo pinarak.(please log in).” Said the mother with a smile, which

he was waiting for his great guest.

I saw a familiarity between mother and both Rashid's parents.

Rashid's mother, Raden Ayu Srie Wahyuni, was heard from inside the kitchen occasionally laughing crisply as she was

tell me about his youngest son.

“Then, how about their wedding event, Ms Miarty?” ask Rashid's father to mom.

My chest is pounding. My hands and knees were shaking.

“Ya.. if I what said Mbak Yuni and Mas Agus only.” sounded mother replied.

My eyes are heating up. There were clear circles that just broke through from both of my cheeks.

“If me and his mother Rashid, want their wedding to be held on July 28th

week Wage.” Rashid's father's voice sounded cut off. “Big bag for weton the two of them. Moreover, in September Rashid had to complete his duties to Congo for eleven months. So, before leaving for duty, Rashid was no longer alone.  How about Miarty?” rashid's father sounded affirming.

I sound agree. Yes.agree with the decision of the Rashid family.

******

This afternoon, the sky of the heart was so agitated. Like being worried about the sun being blocked by wires. I remember a piece of the afternoon she told me about.

I'm glazed. Has not been able to answer all questions from a traveler about the heart. However,

I had to drop my heart on someone who to me was so foreign, who made me feel alienated.

So many things, often bring memories to the story he shared. My eyes are really heating up. Messed up.