The Fondled Heart
Chapter 44

It rained so hard that night. A young woman came down from an angkot. The young woman, hurriedly took shelter in the store's emperor.

He hugged his bag tightly, as if dispelling the cold weather of the night. It's still seven o'clock. But because of the rain, the streets were empty as if it was late at night.

Slowly, he began to step down the sidewalk. Continuing journey. As the wind was blowing rather fiercely, she was overwhelmed holding her umbrella due to the strong enough wind.

On the look of her clothes wearing a negligee, it seemed like she was pregnant. It was very sad to see the situation, which seemed confused about where to go.

He spent the day on his way to this city. That woman, her name is Goddess. Deliberately came to the city to find her husband who had been more than three months away, no news.

Dewi has arrived in this city since this afternoon around four o'clock. He's been looking here and there, but the address he's headed to doesn't meet either.

Many people do not even know this place. It made the Goddess so desperate.

It was at someone's direction that he finally reached this place. And Dewi welcomed heavy rain, while in the area was very hot weather.

His feet were tired of stepping, and he was panicking because it was already night. The goddess doesn't know where to stop for a break tonight.

The goddess can only pray, hopefully tonight she does not sleep like a bum. I hope someone helps him.

Shortly thereafter, the woman stopped at a shop. He ordered a glass of warm tea. Slowly suck it. Her palm she put on the glass, to look for a warm feeling.

Her disheveled and exhausted appearance, caught the attention of Mak Rumi the owner of the stall. Mak Rumi opened a coffee shop and fried snacks in his stall.

" Where are you going, son, at night like this?" ask the shop owner.

" Want to this address, mother. You know the place?"

" Yes, you know. But it's still a long way from here. Where it's night, it's raining!"

" Yes, mom. But I have to go there too. I want to meet my husband, mother." exclaimed the Goddess. All his fatigue seemed to pay off, when what he was looking for met a bright spot. The hope of meeting her husband is becoming more real.

" It's already night, son. You'll be there tomorrow looking for your husband. Where are you pregnant anyway. You're not here, are you?" search mak Rumi. Mak Rumi was so sorry to see the state of the Goddess. Reminds him of his daughter Rani, who died three years ago.

" I'm from the village, mak."

" Yes, son. Tonight you sleep at your mother's house. Tomorrow you continue to look for your husband."

" Thank you for the kindness, mother."

" What is your name and your husband?"

" I am Goddess mak. My husband's name is Alex."

" Why did you find him in town, son" .

The goddess looked down miserably, her fingers interlocked. The sweet taste, as if covered by the burden of the mind.

" Yes, if you don't want to tell me anything. Fortunately you stopped at the mak stall. So you can help you. It's so hard out there, son. We must be vigilant and careful."

" In fact, my husband wandered into this town. There has been no news for three months. So I'm very worried about her situation, mother."

"You can stay for a while, same mom. Until you meet your husband. I hope her husband meets soon, son."

" Amin, thank you, ma'am. Mak has been kind enough to help the Goddess." isak Dewi was unable to hold back her day.

" It is the Goddess. We are all obliged to help each other. Mak closes the stall first. I think it's quiet because of the rain."

" I'll help, mother."

" Eh, don't want a goddess. Let me make it." but the Goddess still insists on helping. Finally, Mak Rumi let it go.

***

Morning, the bright. The sunlight is illuminating. The former rain last night slowly evaporated. The goddess opened her eyes, because of the glare light that broke through the crack of the wooden dingding.

Recalling that, the Goddess rubbed her eyes as if she was still dreaming. The goddess recalled her meeting with mak Rumi. The old woman who gave him a ride.

Vague Goddess heard the voice of someone being busy in the kitchen. The goddess glanced at the clockwork on the small table beside the cot. It shows the number 5:30.

Well, I'm having bad luck? The heart of the Goddess. Slowly the Goddess rose from the cot. His feet felt numb from tired walking last night.

Dewi found Mak Rmi who was busy preparing her wares.

" Are you awake, Goddess?" greet Mak Rumi when she realizes the presence of the Goddess in the kitchen.

" I'm bad luck, mama. Why don't you wake up, Goddess?"

" It's okay. Looks like you were tired last night. Mak can't help you. Take a shower first, let it be fresh. Later in the day you continue to look for your husband. After breakfast."

" Yes, mother." The goddess immediately went to the back to take a bath. From last night his body felt sticky. But because of the rain the Goddess did not dare to take a bath. Just wash your face and copy clothes.

After the bath, Dewi felt refreshed and fit again. The goddess returned to the kitchen to help Rumi, sorted out.

At exactly eight o'clock, Dewi resumed searching for her husband's address.

" Lady Goddess come home later. If you haven't managed to find the address, yes." said Mak Rumi. While entering lunch for the Goddess.

" Thank you. Pray mak, the Goddess found the Goddess' husband."

" Yes son. The bag stays here. Not heavy to carry anywhere. I can get you back here, son.

" Yes, mother." The goddess shines the hand of Mak Rumi. Her heart was deeply moved by Mak Rumi's kindness and concern. But he is not who he is. But Mak Rumi was already so kind to her.

" Beware, son! Don't hesitate to come here again. I'm happy, Goddess is here."

" Yes, mom. Thanks, mama."

The goddess entered an angkot that had been stopped by Rumi. Mak Rumi said something to the driver. It might explain the Goddess's purpose. The mangosteen driver. Then the angkot moved forward.

As mak Rumi estimates, the address to Dewi is quite far away as well. After entering the terminal, Dewi had to ride the angkot again.

" Mom, I'll just get down here. Let's get closer." said the angkot driver explained the address of the destination of Dewi.

" So I have to turn left, sir? "

" Yes ma'am, that's a straight path. There's a green red painted shophouse. That's ma'am's address."

" Thank you, sir."

" The same, ma'am. If you want to come back later, I'm here. Ride the same boat like this. Just go to the terminal and find the same question as before, ma'am." explained the driver. So that the Goddess does not carelessly ride angkot, so that one of the trayek.

" Yes, thank you sir." Dewi down the road like an angkot driver.***.

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