The Owner of My Heart

35

The sunlight entered through the sidelines of the shabby curtains that were in the restroom with a simple bed in a simple rented that I had occupied since last night.

This contract I found thanks to the help of the taxi driver I rode last night after leaving Raka who was still asleep in my apartment. this contract was simple enough to accompany me to go hide from my past and start my future without using the name of my family's greatness.

Kriuk..kriuk.the voice of my stomach feels hungry because last night I have not had time to fill with food. I got out of bed and cleaned myself in the bathroom and then looked for breakfast.

Tok..tok.kis door sound on knock someone. "Who has come early in the morning, have not people known me yet" my inner self. I opened the door and there stood Amin, the taxi driver who helped me last night.

" assalamualaikum neng, this is the father wants to send food to the father's wife"

" Waalaikumsalam.wah kaya delicious sir, you know again laper thanks a lot of pack so repotin"

" no repotin kok neng, fellow neighbors must help each other.sok accepted atu neng" Mr. Amin handed over the food to my hand.

" thank you again"

" same-neng, Oya if you need help say it's the same father or the father's wife"

" yes sir".

Mr. Amin left me alone. I also rushed to eat the food between Mr. Amin. I am grateful that there are still good-natured people who sincerely help me. When eating this food I remember Mama's cooking also attention Mama. Mama takes care of me and loves me like her own son "pardon Tiara Ma. Tiara has not been able to repay Mama's services".

I began to clean my contract to arrange the items I brought, not forgetting to put my family Poto and Poto Raka on the nightstand near my bed.

a tiring day but able to take my mind off Raka for a while.

After all I decided to walk around the complex where I lived. The atmosphere here is very pleasant with its citizens who are quite friendly and children who play cheerfully together. There are also several small stalls selling groceries and also warteg food vendors. Maybe I can stay here.

I went around occasionally greeting residents who I saw doing her activities in the house. They were so friendly that some even praised me for having a beautiful face.

" morning sir, buk. I'm Tiara's new occupant of the contract down there.

wow this is so beautiful.

iyokan sir" replied the middle-aged woman who I believe is the owner of this warteg

" Iyo buk, rich angel descends from heaven" added her husband.

" there was this father and mother.

Oya buk I want to order rice as well as chicken wrapped yes buk"

" yes.iya neng, wait a moment yes mother wrapin"

" yes buk"

I sat in one of the lounges reserved for buyers who chose to eat in this warteg. I look around this warteg, the situation is simple but the food he sells quite a lot of types and also sells various types of drinks. The seller is also very friendly making the buyer happy to eat here.

" it's the neng ningnya" said the warteg owner's mother handed me my order.

" how many buk"

" 15,000 neng"

" so cheap ma'am" I was really surprised by the nominal price called the mother of the owner of this warteg. Usually I spend hundreds of thousands just for one meal, after all the food sold is almost the same as the food I usually eat.

" that's all expensive.

if it is more expensive, it can be that the mother's merchandise will not sell"

" o that's it's already the money". I gave the money for the rest of the taxi payments last night.