OWNER OF HEART

Eps 6's

“About which one should I choose, Daff?”

I typed a message for Daffa, then hurriedly deleted it. I should have remembered that we had nothing to do anymore. Damn, my heart still wants to know the latest news about the Daffa clairvoyant.

Maybe, because in the past if there was anything I often asked for his opinion. Usually he will give some reason, if you choose this, if you choose it so. Although in the end he will say whatever I choose.

Now, knowing that Daffa said that to my father. Instantly it made me believe that what was said on the phone was time, not just a figment. I have to be self-conscious, if in fact I've been in lepeh. Huffs.

I don't know if it makes me happy or vice versa. But perhaps a kind of clarification that we are no longer lovers, this sentence must be affirmed. If necessary, should

included in the headline, if a writer initialed Mheta is no longer the lover of a Daffa.

But wait, aren't we really lovers? At least me and Daffa have never pledged to say the word I LOVE YOU or anything like that. But why did Daffa suddenly say that we had no relationship anymore? This is me who****what Daffa is too smart? Considering the incident on the phone back then, it did make my chest a little tight.

We were together since childhood. Keep each other from exceeding each other's limits. Keep each other from offending each other. And maybe so looking after him, Daffalah who has always relented. Before the third world war yesterday, he never said “no” for something I believe in.

I must admit, I have never met someone like Daffa. In my eyes, he's the perfect figure after dad. And the people around us think we're neighbors

have a joint masadepan. What kind of neighbors are you? Exploring my future with Daffa. Just so you know, he's made me want to pluck every memory he's engraved with.

But it could be, because of those assumptions, which directly or indirectly also form into a kind of state that we exist with each other, and need each other. Until I was a new adult

realizing that between us were no longer two children who had to stay together. It's no longer two teenagers who share a story and a piece of heart with each other, huuhhff. Because there's something in the middle of me and him, that doesn't have to be

it says. Somehow we can understand each other.

Maybe it was those things that made my heart hurt by his words. After years together. Then I found out that Daffa and I had become very distant. I don't understand it? Him

who doesn't understand me? Or are we no longer trying to understand each other?. I don't know, obviously now Daffa and I are completely disbanded.

We should still be fine, regardless of whatever path I choose. What path he chose. We should still have our days together, not just because of a difference, missing all the years together. But, it's not that easy. We hurt each other.

I don't know…

So look, why did I ask Daffa's opinion. I was accepted as one of the medics at the hospital yesterday. Although I did not expect an announcement so soon.I was of course happy, out of the four who were called

the interview was the only one I accepted.

The problem is, it's the middle of the month. I can't just walk out of the material store. Because the first rule to enter, salaries will not be liquid if they retreat suddenly before fulfilling one month. Temporal

salaries from medical personnel will be received in the following month on the first initial date of entry.

I'm here as a nomad. I need to eat for the next month, it even takes trasnsport to get to work. Even if I have to move the boarding house close to the hospital, not necessarily get a cheap price here. I'm sorry, you might think that I'm a stingy guy.

I pondered for a long time about that. And the only sensible option was, I was forced to give up my job at the material store, and inevitably had to open up savings, the result of writing.

****

Welcome to a busy day.

The first week of working in the hospital, I got morning hours. Get some distance on foot. I think this could have two benefits at once. First I could do sports. And the second I certainly can save for one time on public transportation.

I encourage myself that Stephen King is also used to the morning walk. I like the air that is clean. Also the sunlight that gilded everything gently.

Oh, yes in the hospital I work as a general practitioner in the ER room section. All you have to know is, I was at work carrying a used mizone bottle with a picture of a smiling lip. And I write “spirit for us, traveller” seems like I've gone crazy. Moreover, the bottle does not fill water. Until one of the nurses who served in the ER room, asked about the blue bottle.

“Dok, that's a really funny bottle, use there's all the writing. Did the doctor buy him the same Mizone Manager? Or maybe the doctor was given the same mizone Li Min Ho?”

“Li Min Ho who?” my forehead is a little wrinkled. Because I don't memorize the names of weirdos.

“Korean Actor whose appearance is universal.”

“Oh, yes? I just found out, if he's handsome, because all this time the handsome guy I've met there's only one.” I answered while looking at the empty bottle that I accidentally put in the corner of the workbench.

“Who, Doc? Her boyfriend huh?”

“Not.”

“To whom?”

“Myah.”

Two weeks of work with half a trip on foot, makes me like the busiest person in the world. I did not have time to read the book.I opened a laptop just to make an article that I must deposit.

So since it's a holiday, after dawn, I decided to pay in cash my sleep which I thought was still lacking. But I remember the advice of my father who always advised me not to sleep at dawn. I finally decided to open Facebook.

There are several notifications, including from the literary group Sunday. One of the groups that became the center of exchanging information on various media from all over Indonesia. Instantly I thumped. Which of my writings was published?

“Congratulations Mheta, your short story of a basal mouthed man who was pulling memories from his head was loaded on***.”

Thank God, I felt so floating. It's one of my dream media. Many times I sent there for three years has never been loaded. And this time it only took two weeks to appear on the page of the paper.

My sleepiness and fatigue disappeared instantly. This is really an amazing surprise. Many times I say hamdalah. I went to the newspaper's website, and downloaded the epaper.

I'm still replying to some of the comments and congratulations that came in. Someone asked how long it took to send. Some ask if it is being notified or not when it will load, and of course someone asks for an email address. Things like this are common, and we often share.

As of right now, one message is in the inbox. When I saw who the sender was, I immediately threw my phone. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I didn't read it wrong before I took it back. Fortunately, the fall was in the middle. Try if the floor, can be destroyed by the destruction of my phone.

Fuihs!

The message is from the traveler. With a breath, I opened it.

“Hey, you should have told me if you wanted to be a short story. If I don't accept how? I can sue you, you know. And you can't avoid, for example, saying you can't call me, because I left my phone number. I'm sure you still have the number

in your book.”

“Keep one more, why in the ending of the story do not you write if the traveler left his mobile number? If you want to make a story do not gig dong.”

I shut my mouth. He also attached a photo of my short story page. I was sitting, but both my mouth trembled and suddenly felt nauseous. Oh, dearGod. So the account I found yesterday is not really

A wanderer? Compel me.

The newspaper that now contains my short story is one of the media that followed his account. This should be something natural. Still, it feels very surprising. It's so narrow this world.

What should I reply to????