OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 51

The rhythm of thunder accompanied the flash of lightning that danced in the darkness of the sky. The wind was clearly heard in the ear drum. Moving the rainbow veil that covered my crown. It was as if joking together in a jest of changing weather that could not be in the past.

Two months already. I live with a Rashid. Nothing special happened two months back. In fact, Rashid did not want to

getting info about my relationship with the traveler. He chose to be quiet, and believed my flash story on his way home from the airport a long time ago. It was as if he had closed his ears tightly about the journey.

I enjoyed the arrival of dark clouds that hung and looked menacing on the third floor of the Aston hotel. The building located on Jalan Simatupang South Jakarta, is indeed not too high compared to other skyscrapers, but enough to just be a place to pull over. Yeah, pull over. A new hobby of a few months that gave me breathing space in solitude. Enjoying twilight.

Rashid and I spent more weekends at Aston Hotels. Not without reason. Because, this is a very popular hotel. One of the owners came from a large Rashid family.

So, there is no harm, if we are still classified as newlyweds. Spend more nights in

a hotel room. Although this time I was unlucky, already half a day the sun refused to show itself. The whiteness of the clouds also looks other today, like coffee-mixed milk. Maybe soon the rain will wash away the dust of the streets of the capital, or it could be clouds that look increasingly blackened so that there will be a big rain tonight.

I was still standing in the window of the hotel room. My mind wandered far away. Very far to no bulkhead and limit. As I blinked my eyes, I saw the figure of the Traveler and Daffa running around at the end of my pupils. Until the knot banging smile that decomposed from both corners of my lips.

“You... how are you?” muttered.

I gulped down the mineral water whose contents only stayed half

a plastic paper mat, the rest of my favorite cake is still near my feet, because it fell when I was focusing on looking out the window. a sweet afternoon snack is kind of an obligation to my broken heart, maybe? Not much help, but a little improve the mood that easily dropped in recent days.

My phone vibrates. Rashid's name appears on the screen.

After answering a phone call from Rashid, I asked him if he had called in the middle of the afternoon. Especially if we are in a building

same.

Apparently, he was still chatting with the manager of this hotel.he said, if I wanted he would have one of the hotel employees to pick me up, to accompany Rashid chatting in the hotel lobby. I said no need, because I still want to enjoy the afternoon atmosphere shrouded in thick fog.

After that, I cut off the phone.

I sighed and immediately raised the handcuff of the cookie marks that were near my feet. Then bejakjak.

“Why not want to nemani mas in lobby?” suddenly Rashid stood before me, as I was just walking towards the door.

I just replied with a pleasant smile and passed it. I really don't feel okay.

“You why anyway, Dek?” ask her behind me.

Again, I just threw a smile at my husband.

“Is there something wrong with this Mas of yours?”

I choked, the words that Rashid had just spoken. Really pierced my heart. Honestly, it didn't take long, I've put the seeds of love towards Rashid. When the seeds began to weed and watered. Now, he's leaving me in eleven months' time.

My eyes peeked at his two senses of sight, my gaze began to condense, my chest rustling warmly. “Cause I don't know what Ayu Rasain really is. But, when Mas said he was going to go to Congo for eleven months. Honestly, Ayu's heart is fucked.” My voice began to sound raucous, “Why, every Ayu is already comfortable with someone, Ayu is always left?”

Rashid held a warm embrace to me. Till I

feel calm. Not wanting to feel Rashid let go of his embrace, I returned the hug as tightly as possible.

“I love you, Mas.” For me in my heart. Impossible

“Mas, to Congo just for a little while, eleven months is not long?” whisper in my ear. Then, I felt something warm seeping in between the rainbow-patterned fabric.

It was impossible for a Rashid to cry. When I

loosening my arms, Rashid was the opposite. He didn't want to look good in front of me. For all I know, Rashid is a strong man. In fact, two months back, I've found the right nickname for him. Picolo's. Yeah, a call that's out of nowhere.

“Today, Last time here. Tomorrow, I have to go to Congo. If you're ready, I'd love to have Dek make you happy before Mas.” departure The monologue is soft, his body still holds warm my body.

Actually, I don't really understand where this conversation is going. So, I can only answer. “Ah, the, yes, Mas..”

“Mas knows, you haven't been able to forget your mass. Buty? What's wrong if Mas asks for rights as a husband?”

“Ayu ready, Mas.” I cannot allow my sins to accumulate. It's enough for me two months back to be my worst record of sin.

Rashid nodded. His face still looked serious. Sometimes his head is a mystery. Every time I faced him, I was always made difficult to say.

“But, Mas is not the type of husband who likes to force wives, Darling.”

While looking at the look on his face that immediately seemed to smile, I only gave a small smile. I'm so sad, because of Rashid

so dear to me.

“Mas Rashid is calm, I do not feel forced, kok.”

Rashid sighed, “but.. Both of your eyeballs say that you are not ready, dear.”.

Whether since when, call ‘Dek’, now increasing to the word ‘sayang’.

My chest immediately rumbled. I wanted to protest, but it seemed impossible to say what I was feeling in my heart.

“Honey,” call Rashid. I was just about to go in the bathroom. “Mas knows, you are saving a lot of disappointments or even injuries. But, that's not a reason for you to also think ugly about Mas. Maybe now until the return of Mas from Congo later. Is the best time for you and Mas to think about our household problems.”

Rashid closed his sentence with a smile. I replied with a smile and a weak thank you.

“Mas love Ayu,”. “If Mas does not love Ayu, it is impossible Mas married Ayu.”

I rushed into the bathroom, washed my face and

other parts of my body. The time has shown at the number six in the afternoon, the sound of adhan was heard from the third floor room of the Aston hotel.

The cloud could no longer hold rain. Rinaya began

go down slowly and get bigger. However, I flinch, for the sake of enjoying the drops of water from the sky through the glass of the room.

“Come we pray Darling.” Rashid's voice broke my daydream.

I also immediately closed the window curtains, then tiptoed towards

where Rashid stands to perform the congregational magrib prayer.