OWNER OF HEART

Eps 53s

My body seemed to be floating in the air, then it floated away, sweeping away the clouds, moving like white cotton that flew in the wind. Compact and light. I was at a high altitude, far from the center of the earth. I could see never before seen scenery, combing the beach, sailing to the middle of the sea, crossing the green mountains until it ended at one point.

That's where I stand now, in the thick of thatch. I was alone without any sign of life. There was only a breeze that swept over me and stroked the weeds amidst the scorching sun.

Kunenikan bembusan while walking in the middle of a small path that divides the two plots of the Ilanang field. But out of nowhere, from a distance I saw something moving in the opposite direction to me. The more I approached, the clearer the shadow became.

A black body-shaped object of a human body moved without turning its head even a little towards me. I tried to do all sorts of things to get his attention, try to call or recognize him. He kept walking away and disappeared without a trace. I'm still glued. For a moment, I hesitated and avoided prejudice about the bad omens that would happen next door.

Before I could swing my legs, my steps just stopped because the black shadow came back and circled where I was standing. The shadow transformed into a group, over time they reduced and tried to reach my body. I tried to find a gap to save myself, until a palm stuck out right in front of me. I keep struggling trying to reach

the palm that helped me. The sound of the owner of the palm was very familiar in both of my ears. Then, I'm excited.

****

Sweat drenched in my hijab and clothes. My breath made my shoulders rise and fall rapidly. My eyes still feel heavy, dizziness in the head has not completely subsided either. I slowly realized that it was just a dream, thank God.

I tried to get up from the bed with all my might, forcing my body that was still staggering to stand up. Just this time I fell asleep wearing full clothes, even sock kakipun not had time to loose. The smell of pollution along the way from the airport to Cijantung is still lingering all over my body.

I started removing the scarf that was soaked in sweat, then stepped closer to the dresser. To look at myself, what really happened in my dream just now.

I looked at the bed I was sleeping in. The room is so simple with a touch of white really gives a very ordinary impression. Again, I felt something warm in the middle of my chest. My blood flow stopped instantly. When I started to remember who came into my dream.

I'm trying to find the phone in my bag. Unlock it, then scroll the screen to a contact on behalf of Daffa.

I stared at the screen of the phone with occasional long breaths. There was a desire to contact my little friend. Ask the news, or just a pleasant question when to return to Indonesia?

I haven't been able to contact Daffa. Seen a message entered through pplikasi wa. Sure enough, it turned out that Daffa suddenly asked me through a short message.

I tapped on the end of the phone. Repeatedly read messages from Daffa. Considering the right answer to send her. Something's clogging up my brain. Why could he send a message simultaneously, when I was also about to ask him about it.

“Alhamdulillah good..yourself how are you?” after a few times I weighed. I finally decided to send the message to Daffa.

Just waiting a few seconds. A reply from Daffa was seen on the phone screen.

“Thank God if that is so. I don't know Mhet, today I thought of you. Are you happy with Rashid?”

My eyebrows started to cling. Trying to read once again the message from Daffa. Word ‘thinking you’ is still clearly perched in my brain. Not completely gone. What do you mean? That's the question that stuck my head.

But, it was all just a monologue I couldn't type, then send it to Daffa.

“Blessed.”

A short answer I chose to send to Daffa immediately.

“Daffa, you have not answered my question..You how are you there?” don't want to guess. Finally a question I sent back. My two beads focused on seeing the contact on behalf of Daffa. Tetiba, Daffa offline.

I'm breathing wildly, “your bad habits are still missing, Daf.” I murmured after breathing out violently.

******

Waiting for a reply from Daffa is certainly not something that is customary. My stomach is hungry. Until it makes all my organs begin to be disturbed, especially the contents in the stomach. I immediately walked out of the room, unpacking the contents in the refrigerator. Which we happened to meet before the departure of Rashid to

the airport this morning. Feeling dizzy to see the contents of the refrigerator so much with cooking ingredients. Finally I just grabbed an instant noodle to cook immediately.

My mind rattled, as I looked at the kitchen. Where I usually stay nangkring on the dining table chair, waiting for the husband's cooking to come. Now, you have to get used to cooking

“It turns out I need you, Mas.” I muttered at the stove.

******

The duration of Rashid flights takes up to 20 hours. It makes me nervous, because I'm waiting to hear from him.

My view almost never separated from the rectangular flat object. My mind's guessing whether he's already transitional? Because there was no news from him. Though I told Rashid, if he transits to inform me immediately.

I was also throwing my breath so wildly. Both sides of my hands were trying to squeeze the head that was not dizzy at all.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Three and a half hours, I started surfing on whatsapp-based apps. Looking for Rashid's name. I hope he's online. Sure enough, my guess never misses. If I count from the estimate. Rashid is currently in transit in Doha. Then, what infuriated me a little, was when I saw him online. But not telling me. My manik is so focused on what his name is on

below is the word online. I deliberately did not chat first, so that he took the initiative to send a message first. But it turns out nil. I waited for him for three more hours. He didn't tell me at all.

From there, my mind guessed and guessed. Why didn't he text me or call me maybe?

“Mheta... Next week I return to Indonesia.” A message I hoped for from Rashid, but one I received from Daffa.

I didn't answer that message. However, there is a curiosity in the heart. Why did he come home so suddenly? Wasn't that time he told me, if it would take a long time in Korea. I don't know.

I just wanted to turn off the phone. A message from Daffa came in again.

“I want to extend visa.”

Both of my eyebrows are linked. Extended visa? A completely unreasonable reason, he had just been to Korea. Month count. I unconsciously smiled at the phone screen.

“Mheta... in Indonesia it has rained yet?” again Daffa sent a message. The two messages I sent have not been answered.

“Already..” I replied briefly.

“Where did the photo go? I told you that the first rain please photo.”

“Again busy, no time to rain photos.” My elak.

True, Daffa once told me. If the rain has poured into our country, he asked me to send him a rain photograph.

Daffa replied only with sad emoticons.

“If you go home you also know.” I reply to the emoticon.

“Yes

kan different:(the title will not rain first again dong.” The reply was accompanied by another sad emoticon.

I immediately smile. Remembering the look of Daffa, which if pouting. He'll look very funny.

As it already is. Daffa always comes when I need entertainment. He always comes at the right time. When I started to feel sad.