A Million Feelings in the Heart
Wind In

The Mentari peeking at the eastern horizon radiates its light yellow to red. The light penetrated gently through the gaps - curtain slits and air vents into the guest room in his house Zarkasih so that the lighting in the room looked dim.

The sunshine disturbed Edgar's deep sleep. Edgar opened his eyes slowly. Blinking the two neutrals to adjust the light entering the retina of his eye. His vision turned - swivel. His head hurt so much that he narrowed both his eyes to endure the pain in his head.

Cold sweat came out from every pore - the pore of his skin. His body shivered and his stomach felt nauseous. He wanted to spit something out. He immediately got up from the bed, then walked towards the door of the room. Press the door handle down the door handle, then pull it until the door opens. He walked slowly to the bathroom after opening the door.

"Om sick again?" ask one of Zarkasih's sons, Shifa, to see Edgar's pale face.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Shifa help me" said Shifa, then she walked over to Edgar.

"I want to go to the bathroom" Edgar said as Shifa sat to Edgar's right.

"Why do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"You're vomiting."

Shortly after, Shifa walked slowly while rubbing Edgar's body towards the bathroom. Turn to the right handle of the bathroom door, then push it so that the bathroom door opens. They went into the bathroom. Shifa took Edgar to the sink. Opening faucets in the sink. Edgar immediately vomited out his stomach.

"Hoek, hoek, hoek."

"Who else vomited the Fa?" nyai Dasima asked who suddenly appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Om Edgar Nyai."

"Elo keroki gih tuch people, let the wind out."

"Yes to Nyai."

Nyai Dasima turned her back, then walked away leaving Shifa and Edgar. Edgar cleaned his hands and mouth, then closed the sink faucet. Take a tissue to dry his mouth and hands. Edgar directed his body towards the bathroom door. When Edgar stepped his foot swiftly Shifa swept Edgar.

They set their feet towards the guest room. Walk into the room through the open door. Shifa occupied Edgar on the left bank of the bed. Shifa pointed her body at the door of the room. Step up his legs again towards the living room, then through the open door of the room.

Shifa walked over to the medicine box that was on the right side table of the sofa. He opened a medicine box containing betadine, wasp oil, wind oil, plaster, gauze, cotton, oil container, alcohol, coins and massage oil. Shifa took the coins, the oil container, the wasp oil, and the wind oil, then closed the medicine box.

Shifa stepped her feet towards the guest room. Get into the room. Sit on the bedside. Put the oil container on the mattress. Pour wasp oil and massage oil over the oil container. He took out an oil container that already contained wasp oil and massage oil. Edgar frowned.

"What do you want?" ask Edgar limp.

"You know Om" said Shifa, taking the coin.

"What am I getting scraped for?"

"So the wind comes out of Om's body. It's Nyai who told Shifa to poke Om."

"All right."

"Om open the shirt first and Om faces there," said Shifa who gave directions.

Shortly after, Edgar opens his shirt and follows Shifa's direction so that he turns his back on Shifa. Shifa swallowed her saliva many times looking at Edgar's muscular back. Shifa touched it gently. Stroked that back without blinking. Swiping softly on that back while feeling a gentle tremor in the recesses of his heart.

"Eh elo - elo on what? Aging in the room, all undressed," said Nkong who made Shifa and Edgar turn to Nkong who was standing in the doorway of the guest room while shaking his waist.

"Aye again want to poke Om Edgar Nkong, aye told Nyai ngeroki Om Edgar," said Shifa.

"All right, reason eloquently."

"That Nkong kaga believes. Nkong tanya dach Nyai," said Shifa annoyed.

"Ade ape sich noisily?" asked Zarkasih when he just arrived at the guest room door.

"Njar kawini dach son of elo with the company, rather than them committing adultery" said Enkong.

A red gush rippled across both of Shifa's cheeks. Edgar shook his head. Zarkasih widened her eyes seeing Edgar sitting next to Shifa without wearing a top, while Shifa did not wear her hijab.

"What do you two do?" ask Zarkasih while shaking his waist.

"Don't be angry, Njar. Enkong misunderstood. Shifa again gw because I'm sick again. Shifa told Nyai to go gw. Pas Shifa again ggeroki gw, Enkong came," explained Edgar.

"Oh that's the story. Shifa you go to your room, then put on your hijab. Let Babe go get Om Edgar" said Zarkasih as he walked to the bed.

"Yes Be."

Shortly thereafter Shifa put an oil container on the edge of the bed. He stood up, and then walked to the open door. Get out of the guest room while lowering his head. Passing Enkong without permission. Enkong just shook his head to see the behavior of his grandson.

"Babe wants to get scraped too?" ledek Zarkasih while occupying his body on the edge of the bed.

"Remember" said Enkong.

A second later Engkong turned his back, and left Zarkasih and Edgar. Edgar turned his back on Zarkasih. Zarkasih took a container of oil, then poured a mixture of oil into his body Edgar. After that put the oil container, then take the coins that are in the container. Scrunching Edgar's back unidirectionally.

"www!" squeak Edgar.

"It's just been scraped like this already in pain," ledek Zarkasih while scraping Edgar.

"www! It was scraped by Shifa as not sick, just as you are sick."

"Shifa did you know Elo?" ask Zarkasih.

"Udah."

"But there is no sign" said Zarkasih plain.

"What's? Will there be a sign?"

"What is a hickey?"

"Kissmarks. That's Aligator Kissmark's English scrap."

"What's? I just heard that."

"Hahaha, elo period English people don't know. Father elo. Haha."

"What do you mean?"

"Yes dach, I'm clear as obvious. The scraped off is long and uneven like a crocodile. The sign is purplish red like a sign of a hickey. So the English grafting is Kissmark Aligator," said Zarkasih in a joking tone.

"Hahaha, you can make your own terms."

"So elo is flanked by my son? Or elo what's my son?"

"So Shifa ngeroki gw but the scrapings don't hurt like this. My back is touched by doang."

"Hahaha, elo dergerjain gw's son."

"What do you mean?"

"He's kaga ngeroki elo, but he's holding elo doang's back. He took a chance in narrowness because he likes the same elo."

"It's natural sich, because it's a handsome face."

"Still with gw."

"Hahaha, yes dach, I'm afraid."

"Elo don't spread the charm of my child if you love him or her."

"Gw has never had the same charm as her. I've taken him as my own nephew."

"Good then. Et dach, this is a hibiscus not purple anymore but black. The wind is kedalon. Elo caught wind for a long time. It'll be scraped away, gw baluri of wind oil."

"Babe, Om Rafael phone," said Shifa as he entered the guest room and brought Zakarsih's smartphone.

"Thank you beautiful Babe's daughter" Zakarsih said as Shifa stopped her footsteps, then passed the flat object to Zakarsih.

"Assalamu'alaikum El," said Zakarsih, bringing the rectangular object closer to his left ear.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Njar, is Nyai Dasi not?"

"Some, who wants to be sorted?"

"Maryam, he's in the wind again and his body is aching."

"Maryam has returned to Indonesia?" ask Zakarsih who surprised Edgar.

Mariam?

Edgar said in his heart.

"Yes, just yesterday. Play here, bring all your kids here."

"Yes, Nyai's nine o'clock, I've got kids there."

"Ok, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Suddenly the phone connection was cut off, then said, "Shifa, tell Nyai and your sisters, at nine we go to Om Rafael's house."

"Bigger!! We go to Om Raphael's house" Shifa said with excitement as Zarkasih kept the flat object away from her left ear.

"Inget, do not be adorable ame Reihan," said Zakarsih while putting his smartphone on the bed.

"Yes Be" said Shifa shyly.

"Gi dach says it now."

"Okidoki."

Shortly after, Shifa turned her body around. Run small to the door of the room, then out through the door of the room that is still open. Zakarsih continued his activities. He turned to Edgar's right back. Edgar grimaced with the pain in the right back area. Zarkasih stopped his activities after his scrapings were red.

"Maryam who?" asked Edgar who was curious about Maryam who was mentioned by Zakarsih.

"He was Indonesian, but was born and raised in England. Her son is beautiful, kind and smart. His cheeks were stye, his nose pointed and his eyes slightly narrowed," Zarkasih explained as he poured a mixture of oil on Edgar's left back.

"Does he have three brothers, one in London, one in Berlin, and the other in Jakarta?" asked Edgar who was still curious while looking at Zakarsih.

"Well, you know what?" zarkasih was surprised.

"Know, yesterday we met at the airport. Her brother's your age, right?"

"Yes. Elu demen yes ame die?"

"Yes, since then, I've started to like him. I'll come along."

"Bujug buneng, play will follow you, you will catch a cold again," led Zarkasih.

"Let's aje, the important thing is I can see him again, even if I have another cold," said Edgar relaxed.