TOUCH MY HEART'S
Episode 16's
Maryati is busy in her flower garden. He sprayed the flowers that were beginning to bloom and
feed on small insects that feast on the leaves and stems
Roses. He replaced the broken polybag with a new one. Feed into
her orchid plants are diverse.
The sound of Titin's big motorbike engine stole his attention. The red motor stops at
front of the store with a position parallel to the writing MARYATI FLORIST. Maryati stopped her activities. It puts
sprayers on the table and watch someone get off the bike. A girl in a fashionable suit walks
while holding the bag.
“Titin...” Mumbles slowly.
Maryati
get out of place. He took off the gloves and put them on top
buffer wood. For a moment he saw his appearance in the oval mirror located
on the side of the entrance, made of carved teak wood. Maryati tidying
her hair was slightly wavy, then she opened the door and welcomed
titin's presence with a fluffy smile.
“Selmat morning, Aunt..” Sapa Titin friendly.
“Good morning too, Tin. Your tumben
come by. Sorry, that was
aunt is still engrossed in the garden, so has not tidied up.” His word.
“No
anything, Aunt. I happen to have no courses today. Instead of me hanging out at home, I better visit a aunt's house. I want to see the flowers in this auntie shop. In addition, Titin also wants to meet with Gibran.” Titin.
“Gibran? You know where auntie's son is
his name is Gibran?”
“I yesterday will borrow aunty.” children's diary
“Ohh.
Come on in, Tin." Word's friendly.
“Accept
love, Aunt.” Titin nodded with a smile.
They
walk into Maryati's flower garden. The river stones are neatly arranged in
step into the ground and lead to a gazebo. A child with a shape
a very beautiful one is located in the middle of the park. Put out a fountain in that vase
he held it and a small pond with reddish-colored ornamental fish.
Titin was amazed
pay attention to the flowers that thrive in the yard. Kinds of orchids, sort of,
Lily, Roses, Anthurium and more. Maryati took care of him perfectly.
The flower arrangements can be thumbs up.
In a gazebo, Maryati invited Titin to sit while enjoying
wind and panoramic views of the park. The Orchid and Lily series look slick in the
corner of the ornamental closet. Maryati who arranges the flowers in an art style
interesting though.
Titin noticed some
very elegant Maryati series. He also wanted a flower shop like
Maryati. Moreover, he is very fond of tropical and imported flowers.
“It's been two years that Gibran lost the spirit of life. He's in deep depression, Tin...
He also lost short-term memory. I was worried about her situation and scared
getting worse. I want someone to accompany her.”
“Allow me to meet Gibran, Aunt.”
“Good, I'll call you first.” He said as he got up from his seat, and then he entered
in the house and leave Titin.
Maryati
go to his son's painting room and watch the painting on the buffer board. It
smile thinly.
“Perfect.
Beautiful.” Maryati's voice spread the Gibran Daydream that was so fun
observing paintings. Painting of a long haired girl draped with
blue satin playing the violin. Gibran turned towards the middle-aged woman
that's with a sad look. He does not express anything as interaction
his interlocutor. His face remains the same. Flat like yesterday.
“Who
the girl?” ask Maryati to know.
Gibran
put his brush on the table, then looked at his mother with a gentle look.
Nothing is implied on that face.
“Not
anyone, Ma. The girl was always there in Gibran's dreams.” Answer's short.
Maryati
smiling while approaching Gibran. The only son who
it was maintained twenty-seven years ago. Ever since her father-in-law kicked her out
from home. Her marriage was not approved and her mother-in-law tried
she was with her husband.
Maryati
looking at Maryati closely.
“Maybe
only the flowers sleep, Gibran.”.
“But
always present in dreams Gibran, Ma..”
“Already, Gibran. Mom doesn't want you to keep going like this. Mom is old
my mother does not want you to suffer. My mother brought someone to accompany me
your days. Hopefully Gibran can be entertained.”
Gibran
shut up, then take the crystal ball on the table. He played the ball with
one hand. He fell down and was silent.
“Who
that guy, Ma?” tanyanya flat.
“Titin. She's a beautiful and nice girl. Gibran would have liked.”
Gibran
back to silence, then said with weight. “Gibran
don't want to see anyone, Ma.” His word.
“Gibran,
when did you lock yourself up like this? I was worried that I could not accompany
you're forever. Mama brought Titin to keep you company. Yuk, meet him..”.
Gibran
just shut up when Maryati tucks her fingers, then pulls Gibran out
his gallery. A few minutes later Maryati came out with Gibran to meet Titin.
Titin was a little surprised to see
a guy with Maryati with a face is very different from the photo in his diary. That handsome guy now
being a man who has no passion for life. But he still has a grudge. Revenge on those who have
make it that way.
“Tin.. Introduce this Gibran, my son.” Maryati said.
Titin smiled and welcomed
gibran's Presence. Gibran's face remained the same, flat and gave no impression
sweet. Titinstretched his hand.
“Titin .. Kristina complete.” Soft talk.
Gibran greeted Titin's hand with a mediocre expression.
“Gibran..”.
Greet him, pulling his hand back.
Gibran
hurriedly left Titin and Maryati, and entered
the room and slammed the door hard.
PAUSE...
Maryati
he was surprised to see Gibran's behavior. He smiled at Titin.
“H…
forgive my son, Tin. His behavior is so. Long time also he can be familiar kok.”
Said Maryati feeling bad to Titin.
“Ngak
anything, Aunt. I understand Gibran's situation. But, what happened to him?”
Maryati
sit in a chair. Followed by Titin who sat in front of him while listening to the story
Maryati about her son. Maryati sighed, then told her all about Gibran.
Two years ago Gibran had an accident, not exactly
accident, but scuttle by a bunch of genk motors. Gibran lost his lover
which he loved very much. Fortunately Gibran's life was saved. And now Gibran
holding a grudge against a group of motorcycle genks.
“Let me accompany Gibran, aunt.”
“You don't mind?”
Titin. “I feel sorry to see it. I will try to make
Gibran rise again.”
“Thank you, Son Titin. You're so nice. I hope you don't get tired of accompanying Gibran.”
“I'll do everything I can, aunt.
Then tomorrow I will accompany Gibran. Excuse me first, aunt.”
“Ya.”
Titin walked away
gazebo towards his motorbike parked in front. From the room, Gibran
stalking Titin through the window. He looked at the girl closely then
take a crystal ball on the table and play it over and over again. Titin turned on the motor and glanced at Gibran's window. Gibran
hurriedly close the window curtains.
Maryati
waving as Titin's motorbike left the flower shop with flakes of exhaust fumes. Huge
maryati hopes that Titin will help Gibran find himself. It
smile and go back to his office. Tidying the table and arranging
rework the flower arrangement.
