OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 37

“Since when did you become a poet?” while breathing out, a reply was immediately sent to Rashid.

Seen, the foreigner was just reading a message from me. Without replying.

I put the phone. Sipped my drink by half, and after that I went back to writing a message for Rashid.

“Learn politely. Are you not a country man? If anyone asks it is good to answer.” I send with a feeling of annoyance.

“Since I read a novel entitled, Goodbye Memories. ” A reply from Rashid

which made my eyes grow wide. How did he know about my first novel that came out three years ago?

“Ooh...” I reply with just that sentence only. Now, I don't care anymore. About him who already knows

the results of my first writing.

“Your work is good, Dek. From the first, Mas has idolized the author of the novel. In the past, I wished I could

face to face with the author. But God's plan is more beautiful. Now, Mas not only met with the mysterious author. But even given a bonus, to be his life partner. Allah

that's All-good huh?” rashid's message suddenly came in again, laced with a smile emoticon.

I repeatedly took a deep breath. My hands opened the folds of fingers that started to sweat.

"The Esperansa title is also good." Rashid's message came back in.

I went back to breathing, then threw it away irregularly.

So... The young man has been wanting to see me for a long time? Worth it, when in the green house when the time. I found a number of novels, and there were novels in the background. One of them is about the collection of Pengelana poetry, which I had loved for free in the hospital the other day.

I just left the name Rashid. If so, I told him to return our conversation. But now I choose not to reply again.

*****

Time goes on, days change. Yesterday, there is no way we can repeat ‘ka? So too

with Traveling Stories.

It's been a few days since I sent her a message about my marriage. Roamer

never again sent me a message, or just greeted me.

For a moment my breath stopped, as I stared at a bottle still faithfully perched on the nightstand. Something is heating up on both sides of my eyes.

*****

You've heard voices from far away.

You memorized the address, but you can't really get there.

He calls you home.

But, you can never really come.

Because...

Because he lived in the past.

#Muntilan14July…

A rhyme I titled Sound from a distant place. I uploaded it to a Literacy Group on fb account.

Five minutes after I uploaded the status, there were dozens of likes and heart-shaped emoticons filled my rhyme.

*****

Today is the last day I devote myself to Muntilan Puskesmas. Before the end, I have to

resigned due to a request from my mother.

Not without reason, my mother told me to immediately stop working. All caused by my wedding day with a foreign youth will soon be in the title within the next few days.

Then, after marriage. My mother begged me. So I'll come home to the young man's green house. She said so that I could devote myself to my husband.

Maybe, from now on I should learn to accept. Receive about its wide acceptance.

*****

The twilight opera, seen departing from the morning foyer. Towards the veranda in the afternoon, shadowed by the feast of the sun that had come home. The orange light slowly faded away, the yellow lights lit up. Like the moon and the star that bowed in obedience to the night.

 I just entered the veranda on a motorcycle. Seen a young man sitting on the porch with a downcast look.

A young man who is no stranger to me. The young man who used to wipe my tears repeatedly. The young man who almost never said no to me.

“Hei... tumben night-night here?” my broom.

Daffa smiled, “iya, want to leave..”.

Both of my eyebrows are linked, “pamit?” I said, I didn't hear wrong.

“Iya.”

“Pamit where?” something was flowing warmly in my chest, when Daffa said yes.

Daffa smile flat, “Korea.” Said.

“What...” I exhale, “you must be kidding ‘kan?” my body trembled, as Daffa seemed to shake his head, assuring him that he was really going to leave Magelang City, to go to a country that he had visited in time. “Can't ya, if to Korea waiting for me out of wedlock? It has been less than how many days, Daff.” connect me with a sudden raucous voice.

Daffa shook his head. “Mana Bibi..” ask.

"But you said you wanted to make sure my happiness first, right? How are you even going now? Suddenly again?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure. If you'd be happy with Rashid." Said smiling. "Please call Auntie, I'll say goodbye" he said.

I'm choked. My eyes are really heating up. With a heavy step, I walked through the room of the house. Looking to find the whereabouts of Mother.

there is Daffa outside.”

Mom stopped her activity, then sat on the cot's lips.

“cook tumben, Daffa here magrib-magrib gini?” he said, both of Mom's eyebrows look intertwined.

“Mau said, he said.”

“Pamit? What do you mean by?”

“Mother just meet him, Mheta wants to pray first.”

This is the second time, I cried because of the behavior of Daffa, after we had a tense dispute before. Then we decided to no longer be someone close to each other.

I said, if Daffa will never change to me again, after we rebuked each other in the hospital the other day. I never thought that Daffa would actually leave me for Korea.

I hate the word goodbye so much, even if it's just a temporary farewell.

I went to the shower, washed my face. I was silent, trying to understand what was really happening to me.  More about the feeling of loss when Daffa said he was going to Korea.

*****

You always feel alone, though,

You always shed tears on the earth,

You are always drowning in darkness,

Waiting for the good to come from morning to night,

Just a hope, you get.

Again and again, you only get solitude.

Unlike usual, Daffa uploaded a status in his story wa. A possible rhyme

meant for someone or maybe for yourself? I don't know.

*****

The light of the sun swept across the sky so gracefully. The chirping of no man's birds flowed beautifully with the rhythm of the tone as breeze as breeze.

The clock ticks towards the wall at eight in the morning about ten minutes ago. I remember, if today was the day that Daffa would stretch his steps towards an airport to immediately go to a country.

"Nadia?" That name shadowed my mind. Will Daffa really meet that Bugis girl in Korea? Or the...

I immediately tiptoed from my position sitting on the bamboo bale behind the house. Combing the grunts to immediately meet my little friend at his house.

“Bi... Which Daffa?” ask me after greeting Mother Daffa. He seemed to be busy putting things in the trunk of the car. With a cynical look, Mother Daffa replied. If Daffa is out for a while to buy something.

I was stunned to see the cynical look that Mother Daffa had shown me.

“Aunt why?” my many. "Daffa went to his Korea, when?" I continue the question.

“Nnothing...” he said in a flat tone. His hands were busy with things.

“Mheta is wrong with Bibi?” I tried to investigate, hoping that my question would not offend him.

Daffa's mother stopped her activities. Then, look into my two eyes fixedly.

“Auntie disappointed with you and your Mom.”

I'm absorbed. My eyebrows are intertwined. Trying to digest Mother Daffa's words.

“Pardon Mheta and Mom's attitude, if all this time much trouble Aunt, Uncle and.”.

“And Daffa's heart! You have hurt Daffa!”  I haven't finished a sentence yet. Daffa's mother suddenly cut him off. His voice sounded firm, even inclined to be angry.

I closed my mouth with both hands. There is a clog in the middle of the chest. As my eyes began to heat up, the view faded a little.

“Why? Why are you silent? You're really outrageous, Mheta.” This time Mother Daffa was really angry with me. “What have been the less sacrifices Daffa has made over you? So that you consciously hurt her heart?” the tears of Mother Daffa poured out loudly.

I choked, both of my cheeks were wet with tears. Something is clogging in the esophagus, it hurts. When I'm gonna say something.

“You know? If the departure of Daffa at that time, caused by your stubborn attitude?” Daffa's mother still explained, I kept quiet with a cry.

“—and after he came back from Korea, he wanted to introduce a girl named Nadia? Ye

know that, hmm!”

 I just nodded slowly.

“Auntie doesn't approve, because Bibi knows that Daffa only loves you.”  Daffa's mother breathed out wildly, "Auntie doesn't want to hurt people's children, Mheta."

“Pardon Mheta and Mom, Bi?” my voice is raucous.

“Sorry to say!” Daffa's mother looked back into my eyes. “Life, will never forgive you, much less your Mother.”

 It broke my heart when Mother Daffa uttered that sentence. A rope of brotherhood that is not blood, is now on the verge of collapse. Just because of an unfulfilled desire.

“Already, Mom. Me and Mheta are indeed not a match.” Daffa's voice suddenly mediated between our tensions.

“Daffa__” my voice raucous.

 “You just go home, Mhet. I'll be leaving in a minute. Sorry for your attitude, I hope you don't

take heart all the words Mom just said.”

“Enough Daffa! It's enough you've been relenting for the sake of the girl not knowing herself!” Daffa's mother repeated a word that really confirmed. “During this time, my son has given up a lot for you. Even your late father always told Daffa to always follow his wishes.”

“Already, Mom! Daffa did not feel the pain of Mheta wanting to get married. Even Daffa's departure this time had nothing to do with Mheta." Daffa tried to defend me. I remember how Daffa behaved when someone tried to break my heart. "You go home, Mhet. I will always pray for your happiness with Rashid. Go home.” Daffa's views began to glaze over.

I looked into Daffa's eyes so closely. Hoping that if the misunderstanding between Mother Daffa with me and Mother, will be over soon before my wedding day with Rashid on the title.