OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 35

I just opened my laptop and entered my password, when from the outside I heard my mother's screams.

“Mheta? See who's coming.”

I closed the laptop and put it on the table, then stepped onto the porch. Someone who still looks foreign bent over to take off his shoelaces. As soon as he straightened up, I immediately shut my mouth.

“Dek Ayu?”

“Yes God,” is this really real?

“This is my future husband.”

I don't know who started it. We've shaken each other. Very long. I feel my body shaken.

“Rasyid..”.

Three weeks, since my return from his green house. Now, he's standing right in front of me.

You know, how does it feel to be dealing with someone you never wanted to be? But, can you imagine facing a stranger who will soon be your life partner? I still can't believe that the young man standing in front of me is someone who will always share the story of our lives.

“Not told to sit down, nih?”

Why is he visiting my house?

I'm sculpting. Even saying to tell him to sit down just can't seem to.

“Mheta... let's go make a drink for Rashid?” mother's voice shocked my daydream.

Rashid sits alone with mom on the porch. I was busy in the kitchen, pouring drinks for guests who I thought were not invited at all. After drinking, I immediately entered the room. Grabbing the phone, touching the screen and leaving it on hand.

My mind is still glaring about the sudden arrival of Rashid, for me.

“Can I come to your house? I want to know more about your family. More about Ibu.” Incoming Traveler Message.

My body suddenly stiffened. What if the traveler gets home? What will be told to my mother? Good fella? Or the.. He's gonna tell me about his feelings for me to mom?

“For what? Don't you know... if I'm getting married soon?” I'll send a message to the traveler immediately.

Ten minutes passed, there was no reply from the traveler. In fact, it appears she was off before reading my message.

“Mheta..” mom screaming from homepage.

I immediately ran to see him.

It looks like Rashid is still busy chatting with mom.

“What's up, Mom..”

“Sit first..”.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, before in the end my mother opened the conversation between us.

“This July 28th ‘kan you guys are getting married?” mom looked at me and Rashid in turn. “Nak Rashid said that your wedding will be held in Jakarta. In what building was that, Le?”

Rayid smiling, “Nanggala Building Kopassus, Bu.”

“Well yes, it's Mhet..”

I'm breathing out. I put together a word to say to Rashid. “Gini yes, Syid. Everywhere, people want to get married in the place of the bride. Why should this be in Jakarta? So, how's my invitation? I can't possibly ignore my friends. Not to mention, the neighbors are here. What they say, if I get married it's not a neighbor's law. I am the only child in this family.women again.”

“Mheta... all already arranged equal family Nak Rashid..” mother replied.

“Bu... Why does mom seem to be totally disrespectful to the Rashid family? Is it because they are from a family that has a position?” for a long time, I held this question to my mother. Maybe this is the right time. There is a Rashid here. “Do not trust too much with people you just know.” I said as I looked towards Rashid sitting down.

Rashid lowered his head as I expressed my frustration to him.

“Mheta! Shouldn't you say that?” mom ambushed me with her words, “forgive your future wife yes, Nak Rashid.”

Rashid smiled as he nodded his head. “It's okay, Bu.”

“You! Don't squawk. Because I have the blessing of my mother. So serendipitously. Want to have a wedding in Jakarta!” my voice is rising up to Rashid.

Something warmed up inside my chest. My eyes are heating up. My eyes blurred, my lips twitched. “Mheta's daughter Mother?” my voice is raucous. “No mom should be like Mheta?” this time I really felt

estranged between mom and Rashid.

“Mother says login, sign in!” mom really confirmed it to me.

I stared hard at Rashid. “You...” I walked towards the room.

****

I enjoy the twilight with unobtainable despair. Rashid from home. Mom's really mad at me.

Mother said, otherwise I should have spoken disrespectfully in front of the stranger.

I wasn't being disrespectful to that young man. I'm just trying to defend myself and defend as a woman. Women shouldn't always be in the face, right? Nor should the shucks casually hold a wedding party where they serve.

However, I am still a Mheta, known for her various silence by the locals. I only bow my head when my mother scolds me. In fact, I can't resist when mom confirms. If my marriage to Rashid is to be held in Jakarta.

My whole body was frozen. I really didn't expect, that after 26 years of breathing the earth's air. I just found out, if life isn't forever about the right choice.

In silence, I kept flipping through the reality I met.

Mother brought warm sweet tea into the room.

“Pardon the attitude of Mother earlier. I just want you to be happy.”.

I wiped the tears, tried to smile and nodded my head. My voice was so loud to say a sentence.

“You should know. After your father. I'm really afraid I can't educate you. Do you know why I accepted the Rashid family offer?” mom looked at me fixedly.

I shook my head slowly.

Mom breathes, “because I'm sure, Rashid is a good young man. Not about him from a background like what? But, mother's confidence to leave you to the young man is one of the right decisions.”

My throat is completely dry. Why did you never ask me about my closeness to another young man?

Do you think I'm still a child? Which everything should be provided?

I'm not a kid anymore ‘, right? What's nothing to guard?

Disappointed? Maybe that word is currently in my heart for, Mom.

*****

You and I are not lovers,

We are two words that are a little bit the same,

Who were born from different wombs, though,

That is why,

I don't want any of us to leave, though,

Atapun.

No matter how many times the sun splits into the ocean.

I'll catch it, I'll save it as much as the season can remember.

Like the drought that drove the bougainvillea, like,

Or similar drizzle that wakes up mosses.

A message in the form of a poem was sent by Rashid.

I knit both eyebrows. Since when does he like to string words? Has it been a while? I don't know.

I thought of a fitting sentence to reply to Rashid's message.