OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 49

At exactly three in the afternoon, Rashid and I reached Jakarta. The city is so famous for congestion, pollution, and even famous for its various garages.

We had a moment to talk about how this housewife in the future. Want to continue like this? or the opposite.

We've made a deal. If for now, tomorrow until three months. There was enough time for us to self-introduce each other. Might? But I don't know. For the umpteenth time, Rashid could still understand me.

“Dek... Mas want to go out first, want to pick up friends.” Rashid looks to be getting ready, wearing a gray t-shirt, combined with jeans. Not to forget, he wears a watch on his right wrist. Occasionally it is seen sweeping the reflection of his body inside the oval-shaped mirror.

“Heem...” says. “Backnight?” I continue the sentence. It's just a pleasantries. After all, we are a couple, right?

“However, my friend wants to stay here. Can't i? You have to go to the airport in the morning about two in the morning, he wants to go to Japan. Said he got an assignment from the office for eight months there.” Rashid explained. “So, than he was late. What if I sleep at home? All of you later we anter him.” continued Rashid, seen both his hands are focusing on tying shoelaces.

I just knit my eyebrows together, nodding my head. “Bby, why not..”

******

‘There is no wrong season, maybe you misunderstand his feelings.’

I uploaded a short sentence that was so full of meaning to the fb homepage. For a long time I did not surf in the virtual world. So many notifications coming in. More from the Literacy group.

Then, I started rolling the laptop mouse down.

There was a status that made my lips gape.

‘Said Stephen King, in his book On Writing, his true novels are long letters addressed to someone who is out of nowhere. How do you feel when you read this part, or that part? I agree 1000 percent. That's why I write

this story.’

Not just an article, he slipped a picture of a pile of kwaci skin along with a cup of used coffee. I can say it was a coffee. Because, he once sent the picture, when the middle season was swift.

Then, I rolled the mouse further down again. He uploaded a bottle of mizone, four days ago.

‘because, as Pablo Naruda said, I am like this because I do not know any other way to love. Is that tragic?’

Then, even more surprisingly, he wrote a status about a day ago. Not just writing. There's a black combination white book. A cover that looks beautiful to me. Because it is simple and looks elegant. However, it is not the cover that makes

both my eyes are condensing. Especially in the title of the book.

‘Long letter for, M.’

Below the cover image, there is a writing that suggests, if the content of the book, is nothing but about someone.

‘Long letter to M, which I'm not sure if he'll read. But I will keep writing it. If fate hadn't brought this writing with him. No problem, I write for myself.’

Travelers, is a male figure that until now always makes my brain crazy. In fact, he was able to hypnotize me when I was in a mess.

The man full of the puzzle, is now making a work in the form of a novel that he wrote for me. Am I too confident about this? Maybe not, but it could be. Because, I don't know, is his friend who has the initials ‘M’ just me? Was he also used to giving a bottle of mizone to every woman he met at the station? I don't know.

Many times I read the status of the Traveler. Digesting word-by-word. I took the initiative to send him a message through wa. Of course, it was just an intention I couldn't possibly have done. I remember more about my status.

Not to mention, it turns out that the Traveler is a friend of my husband. I don't know how close they are friends, which obviously friends are still friends ‘kan? I don't want to be a fire in their friendship arena.

*****

“Assalamualaikum, Deck!”

Rasyid heard knocking on the door, when I was still in a lying position on the mattress, while thinking about what had been uploaded on his social media account.

“Come in..”.

I did not get out of the room to open the door, heard from behind the door. Rashid had let his friend in.

Oh my…

Duh Gusti's….

Oh Allah…

A wanderer?

My knees suddenly tremble. That figure is real. Smilingly. And then I froze.

Nine days. No, I've been more sure than that since I last saw her singing Dealova songs at my wedding to Rashid. And from then on, I never asked him again. Although sometimes, travelers send me short messages through wa.

All right, I'll have to act normal, pretend I'm in front of Rashid if I never get to know his friend.

“Known, this is Zaki, Mas's best friend. Still inget right? A few days ago, she sang the song Dealova for us?” clearly, Rashid's voice sounded so enthusiastic when introducing the sabbath to me.

“A-ayu..” as much as possible I am calm and relaxed, but still this mouth feels in a lump with a giant-sized coral.

I immediately left the two of them to talk in the guest room. Both palms of my hands began to cool, yet sweat. Both of my knees were shaking. I was confused as to what to behave. Moreover, the traveler will sleep here tonight.

“Dek!” rashid's voice surprised me who was stirring coffee for me to treat to the Traveler.

I answered Rashid's call, but refused to go out of the kitchen, if it mattered. Rashid will definitely meet me ‘kan?

“Zaki does not want to stay here, he wants to stay at home Baginta aja he said.” Rasyid's light when he met me in the kitchen.

I just put on a flat smile. But, of course, in a grateful heart. Because I will not see a sleep traveler

this home.

There's a question that's getting tangled up in my brain. Why do travelers get to know Barus too? Isn't Barus a letting Rashid? To me, Travelers are not Soldiers? He works in an engine factory in Bekasi City. Then, why did he know Rashid and Barus?

I will definitely ask this question all to Rashid, to eliminate a bit of curiosity, of course.

*****

“Mas to nganterin Zaki?” selorohku to Rashid, when we will go to sleep.

“Yes, will you wake up at one o'clock? I'm afraid I didn't wake up. You wanna come?" The drill.

Spontaneously I shook my head.

“Mas..”.

“Iya, Deck.”

“Bby Ayu nanya something?”

Rashid looks to link his eyebrows together, “of course you can. Indeed, since when did Mas not allow the wife of this prayer not to ask?” subtle innuendo, yet directly on target. Should have

he does not have to give frills said ‘shalihah’.

I took a deep breath, “do you guys know since long?” both of my eyes peered towards Rashid who was leaning his back on the headboard.

“Know who? Zaki you mean?”

I nodded slowly.

“Since we list Akmil together. But, Zaki escaped fitting MK.”

“Kabur?” I again knit both eyebrows.

“Iya. He said he didn't want to be an army, he wanted to be a businessman. It turns out he works in a factory. But, I am proud of him. Career streaking. In fact, he is currently sent to Japan from his company. Why, Dek? How did you suddenly ask about Zaki?”

I'm gasping, “nothing. You guys are so familiar. So, Ayu wants to know aja.”

So, he's a former student of Akmil? For this matter, the traveler refused to tell me.

“Dek...” sound Rashid disperse my daydream.

“Iya, Mas... What's up?”

“Sorry Mas ya?”

I frowned, linking back both eyebrows. “Sorry for what?”

“Sorry because Mas can't make you happy.” Tukas Rashid, his voice sounded raucous.

I commented with a smile, “that should be sorry, Ayu, not Mas Rashid. Ayu has not been able to fulfill Mas Rashid's wishes. How sinful Ayu is. I can't be the perfect wife."

I drowned my face among the unraveling hair.

Rashid grabbed my body, hugged me, then kissed my forehead.

There is such a valuable lesson from Seoarang Rashid. Since we were married until now, before we entered the subconscious. He always recited prayers for me, after which he would kiss my forehead three times. Not only that, he always apologized

when we would really close our eyes.

If I ask why he always does all that? Rashid's answer remained the same. If he doesn't just want the world with me. But more than that. He wants us to be heavenly.

Sounds romantic ‘kan? It was more than a romantic word for me. But I don't know. My husband is so.