OWNER OF HEART

Eps 4's

 Eleven days after my meeting with the man in the wet coat at the station. I also decided to write a story about him. I haven't sent a single piece of writing to the media since I got home yesterday. And the only story that came to my mind was the event in the rain of time.

Unfortunately, I had not finished the first page, Brother courier who carried a black package of indomie cardboard with Daffa's handwriting, quite disturbing my concentration. I immediately opened the large package without any expression.

Looking at the calendar, I'm sure he wrapped it in my house. Because of this calendar that mother mounted kitchen wall, a gift from a gold shop. When I started checking if there were any accompanying messages

the package, suddenly my phone rings.

“Dad.”

“Assalamualaikum, Yeah.”

“The knife is packaged with Daffa, but already in the form of chips. What's up yet?” ask Dad after answering his greetings.

“This is new until.” I flanked the phone with my shoulder, and immediately checked the contents of the package. There's no message. Well I know, this is not from Daffa.

“Daffa's Mother ‘kan cheated for you. But you didn't even bring it, what the hell, Mhet?”

“I forgot, Dad.”

“Yes that's why I told Daffa to chase you to the station, but Daffa said your train has left. Finally I told him to send the package to you.”

Right ‘kan? The package was not an idea from Daffa himself. So foolish I still expected the attention of a Daffa. Huffs. I love the banana chips that his mother made. Only he can make chips

bananas are as delicious as that, the taste is not too sweet and savory.

“You've been together since childhood. Never a storm at all. Daffa always gave up. If you get into a fight and Daffa is reluctant to meet you, it means that there is something serious between you.”

“Dad...” Instantly I choked. What Dad talked about was no longer about banana chips.

“You are both adults.”

“Instead it. Mom and Dad can't think of us as kids, which is always something. We have a different opinion. We also have a different view and maybe a different goal.

different.”

“Iya, Daffa also says so.”

Did ya? It means that Daffa did not defend me in front of my father at all, as he has been doing?

“She said anything, Well?” I can't help my curiosity.

“Says there's something you're after, which isn't here.”

I glanced at the mizone bottle on the table. Then remember what Daffa said on the phone. He didn't tell me if I was at the station sitting with someone? Mercifully.

“Didn't my dad say it was okay here after graduation? Looking for work experience?”

“That's okay.”

“Nothing. Father even proud, daughter Daddy independent.”

“If Dad and Mom ridho, for Mheta it is enough.”

Dad was silent for a moment, then said, “Dad understands, Mheta. Because Dad was also young.”

My feelings were mixed after we ended the conversation over the phone. Of course my words relieved me.

Yesterday, when I came home with some magazines and newspapers that contained my writing, my father was struggling to raise his joking. Wearing glasses and reading them one after another.

“I got an honor from all that, Well.” I tell you how the honors came into my account. Added monthly income so he wouldn't have to worry about me starving. Because I am famous

did not like to hang requests to him, from since First High School. If I think I can. So, as much as possible, I will work to earn money and buy something I desire.

And although not said directly. I know, from his gaze, and from the way my father called my mother to come read my work. He's proud of me.

Given all that, my feelings instantly became warm. And thirty minutes into it, I've finished four pages of stories about someone who plucked memories out of his head. I am focused on writing about travel. There are enough pages for a local newspaper. However, it is necessary to add some if it is sent to the national newspaper.

No problem, while I was leaving for work, I let the script settle down. Stephen King said so ‘right? ‘save your naskash until when you reopen it, it's like you found a foreign object.’

I immediately turned off the laptop.

After dividing two banana chips Daffa – shipmentI mean Daffa— mother's shipment I immediately ran to work.

The shop I worked at was on Gajayana Street, not far from UIN campus. When I first worked there, the hostess was busy reminding me, am I not ashamed if there are my college friends who know if I work at the material store. Moreover, I am the daughter of the person who is.

I laughed at that time. “Why should I be ashamed? The sustenance is from God, while work is part of being grateful for the opportunity God has given us.”

My place of work is only about one hundred and fifty meters from the boarding house. I work eight hours a day. Outside of those hours I can go to the library to read and write.

“Mheta..”.

I smiled as I lifted a bag of banana chips. My coworkers welcomed the enthusiasm.

Because the atmosphere of the store was quite quiet, I also took out my phone from my pants pocket. Checking social media. Suddenly I thought of entering the name of the traveler in a search.

The network was a little slow, but eventually a series of names emerged. About twenty more. From the rhyme of the traveler, the word traveller, the rhyme traveler, the traveller of love…. Oh myGod. I opened one by one

the account, but nothing matched it.

I went back to narrowing the search, but still nil. Maybe the traveler is not playing medsos. However, not quite satisfied, I also type the name “Showers” at once. And about five accounts appeared, with photos of two people joining hands. One account with a photo of a face I don't know. One account with my bukku profile picture. And one account with a backpack photo.I held my breath while sliding the screen.

All right, I know there are thousands of backpacks of similar shapes and colors. But the profile photo was really similar to a backpack belonging to someone in a wet coat. Especially after I tried to enlarge the profile photo mentioned, the bag contained a rectangular white box.

“Yes, God. This is really him.” Instantly I silenced my mouth and put the phone in the drawer.

“Mheta? what's up?” I looked towards my friend. And had not been able to answer the question, two customers came to buy nails and paint the walls. I immediately let out a long breath, and said in my heart, “forget a moment about the backpack, time to work.”