OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 40

I've never felt such a deep turmoil like this. Before knowing the figure of the Traveler of course, about Daffa? I did have time to grieve even said like a person who was falling apart by the Travelers. But, upset or not. I really don't understand that yet.

After a conversation via wa with Daffa a few days ago. At the moment, I don't know about it yet. Maybe, at this time he is happy because he has met his future, Nadia. I'm sure Daffa will be happy there. So I chose not to ask him anything.

*****

I always admired you...

By voice or without words...

You don't need to know, I'm enough to feel...

Your words are a long silence for me...

Really, I'm always waiting for you..

Greeting all tired and willing to accompany unconditionally..

Your presence is not always warm, but therein lies your beautiful...

If only I could hold you back and not let you loose in the thick...

Twilight...

Stayhere...

Be with me longer...

I read a status that happened to pass by my fb sign. A stanza-shaped status of poetry, uploaded about three hours ago.

I see so many comments approaching that status. There was even one name that commented on the poem. The name that instantly made my heart really feel pain.

I fell silent, looking at the phone screen with a slight blurry look. I shouldn't have played with the wanderer. I shouldn't have been swept away by his words either.

Rosa is one of those women who is so close to the traveler. Even though I know. If the opposite in the time portrait in his profile, it turns out not a Rosa.

*****

"Mother...Mheta, in a week's time your marriage will be titled, Cah Ayu?" A voice fading my longing daydream. Missing a figure that until now I have not been able to find.

I smiled, "yes, Mom... Not sure, it turns out Mheta is this mature." I catch my breath.

"Mom see, you don't seem happy. What's up, tha? Are you telling me the same mom?" as a matter of fact, both of his eyebrows look intertwined. While his fingers patted my shoulders gently.

I'm choked. Can't say anything, when a question was thrown at my mother.

There's no way I'd say it to mom, if I didn't love Rashid, right? In fact, it is also impossible for me to tell you about a young man named Wander? The Daffa problem. I really don't have the guts to express all my heart right now to my mother.

"Mheta happy... Especially if you see your mother is also happy." I said softly. There is something gagging in the heart. It hurts, when we have to lie about feelings.

"Alhamdulillah if that is so. Because, I'm sure that Rashid is a good young man for you. You can't choose wrong..."

I smiled while nodding. There was no courage for me to say anything. Because, my throat feels gagged by a large chunk of rock. Even my chest feels more claustrophobic.

"Night Rashid's mother also called Mom, the day after coming to pick us up. So, leaving for Jakarta together," the voice of the mother was so enthusiastic, when telling about the Rashid family, especially if telling the young man to me.

In fact, he had said to me the other day, at the end of our conversation via phone. If we are not muhrim. A Muslim is not good, if he always interacts even if he just asks the news through a message.

To him, getting news about me through my mother or my other family. It is the best man who really appreciates women, especially prospective wives for him.

"Isn't Mheta's wedding still a week away, Mom?" I said, then took a deep breath. "Why should you hurry to Jakartanya?"

"Lha, don't you think gladi's going to work first? Before the wedding at the title." said the mother who was taking a position standing in front of the window of my room.

The gladi? Why should I hold a Gladi of all? We're getting married, not having a concert, right?

"It has to be gladi, ma'am? It's not that getting married is important to Ijab and his Qobulnya, is it?" my love for mom. Actually my question is a subtle protest sentence.

"Maybe if it's a civilian, Nduk. But, your future husband is a State servant, let alone an Officer. So it's his duty to hold a marriage customarily military."

I exhaled, not daring to refute mother's statement again.

******

The night is not too late, but the house looks quiet. Only the twang of the clock is still faithfully ticking. To make the drowsiness approach me quickly.

My eyes had just closed, when I heard the ringing of a cell phone on the nightstand, making me wake up and jerk over the couch. Then, I immediately grabbed the smart phone and matched a name on the phone screen.

I immediately swipe the green button. "What's wrong?" askaku after greeting the traveler.

"M... I hope tomorrow morning you'll meet me in the alley in front of your house. I was there this afternoon, seeing you washing the bike. I'm sure I didn't see wrong. That's you and your house." The voice of the wanderer sounded crisp from the end of my phone.

I gaped, my mind soaring that I didn't know where.

However, that is clear. I never thought, if a Traveler could be that close. To actually look for me at the address I gave him.

"Why did you come here? Then, why do you want to see me in the morning?" sergeant lirih.

"I can't talk on hp, M... I have to meet you in person. And ask me something very important. I came all the way from Jakarta just to see you."

My eyebrows are intertwined, "wonder what! About us? We're not lovers, are we? In fact, in a few days I'm getting married." I raised my voice, but it still sounded very slow.

"drs. Ayu Andira, I hope you see me tomorrow morning."

My mouth was open, my eyes were wide open. How did he know about my profession that I had been hiding from him? Is he an Intel? Or.. don't tell me he's a shaman!

"K-ka-you..."

"Already, M... You don't need to be surprised, where do I know about your real work. I just want to ask you something tomorrow morning. After everything is clear. I will never bother you again."

I haven't been able to continue the question. Hunting Travelers have cut off our communication just like that after saying greetings.

I was still silent, thinking about where exactly the Travelers knew about my profession. About the real name, I once told the traveler the time, who exactly my real name is. However, as for the matter of profession, I did keep it a secret. Not without reason. Because, the traveler had told me, if he hated the profession.

Then, what will the Wander ask me tomorrow morning? Do I have to see him? My brain was boiling thinking about all that. Because it is also impossible for me to allow the Traveler to play at my house. Mommy can be the talk of the neighbors. Especially me. What the neighbors said, if I knew I was receiving a guest of the opposite sex that they had never met before.

Because, I hardly ever receive guests of the opposite sex, except Daffa.