MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
BASMAN

BRYANS

Bastian heaved a sigh of relief while throwing an empty bucket at just any place. Almost, Bastian's waist-high fire devoured all the lockers in the train station. It all started with a mock throwing action between Bastian and Sayfudin Qazzafi's subordinate, Ushi's father, who slowly turned into a fight. One against nineteen. Not impossible. Yes, only if the one who faces the situation is John Abraham in one of his action films entitled Attack.

"Damn." Bastian looked around.

Nineteen of the black-tuxedoed men were lying in every corner of the station, there were even some of them lying in the middle of the tracks. Either only fainted or had met the Khalik, who clearly no longer heard their voices whimpering. Bastian didn't expect it would all end up being so annoying. It turned out that people with a Yeti-like posture did not know how to fight. Even so Bastian admires their loyalty as locker guards.

"What the hell is it like these lockers should be burned?" Bastian climbed the collapsed locker.

True, a few minutes ago some lackeys Sayfudin recklessly burned the locker numbering fifty doors when Bastian was busy punching some of Sayfudin's other lackeys. Luckily, Bastian moves so fast that Ushi's locker is saved. Bastian is increasingly curious about the contents of the locker number zero three that must be paid for by bloody fights and even a potentially large fire paralyzed transportation in the Neighbor's Country tomorrow.

"Even empty checks don't feel worth it." Bastian opens Ushi's locker.

CLAMPS

Instead of a real blank check, the contents of the locker that has been guarded for years such as guarding the grave of Patih Djojodigdo it actually contains only romance garbage. There were dozens of heart-adhesive letters tied together with matching colored strings. Also a bunch of countless dried roses. A medium-sized teddy bear hugging a heart pillow, a music box, a snow globe, and a mysterious envelope that Ushi had not yet or intentionally failed to open.

SREK

"Who is this? Rich is no stranger." Bastian looked at a picture of a sleeping baby, reaching into the contents of another envelope. "Voice recorders?"

Dear. Excuse me. I'm mistaken. Everything– Your family– Happy life sa–

"Damn. All that stuff again." Bastian hit the voice recorder into his palm repeatedly.

I had to leave. Ka– Your family de– Ka– Go from there sa–

"Dog." Bastian immediately moved when the voice of a man who had heard earlier was increasingly cut off and shrunk. "Ngerjain the cave."

"Sir Bastian?"

Spontaneous Bastian turned to the origin of the voice. "Jani? How come?"

"I'm worried that's why I came here."

"Safe is safe. But I don't know if he's the same guy." Bastian nudged a man who was lying right next to his feet.

"Let me take care of them, sir."

"Yes, you're the only one who can care. This is your territory," replied Bastian.

"It's my job too." Jani approached Bastian. "So, what's in the locker, sir?"

Bastian showed a voice recorder that he had grasped earlier. "This. Same baby photo."

"Baby photo? May it be Ushi Widhiani's son with Ahmad Burhanudin? But not the hospital said his son Ushi Widhiani died after the birth process?"

"I can't answer yet. I have to nyervis voice recorder this du–"

DORR

BRACKET

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bastian," Jani interrupted while putting his gun back in the jacket. "If I had a choice." Jani retrieves the envelope and voice recorder from Bastian's grasp.

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

BUGS

Zaim frowned, as a hospital cushion suddenly flew over slapping his sleepy face. Honestly, Zaim is very upset, but showing those emotions to patients with mental disorders is not a good attitude, is it? Today Zaim visited Kasih who has not been allowed to go home by his personal doctor. But really, Zaim did not expect his arrival would be greeted with such excitement.

"You can openly admit to the public if you are cheating on you with a high school boy!"

Zaim did not reply, only sighing as he picked up a pillow on the floor.

"I'm your wife and I'm pregnant with your son, Za!" Love is still crying out.

"Udah-ud. What's important is that your husband comes." Davina, the mother of Love, hugs Love.

Anto sighed. "What the hell are you busy, Za? Take time for love. His stomach is getting bigger."

"Is he still asking what he's busy? Isn't it obvious? He's busy cheating on you with that high school boy!" The cry of Love is blaring.

"You're saying it's just gossip. Isn't that right, Za?"

Zaim did not respond to Davina, just sat down to join Anto, Love's personal doctor, and Love's friend, Emily. In contrast to Kasih and his parents who had previously continued to corner Zaim, the middle-aged male doctor and Turkish Javanese crossbreed girl in their twenties even pointed a look of pity at Zaim. Just natural. Zaim had to play the role of Zain for an indefinable time, and combine love in guerrilla warfare.

"Za, replied Mamah dong," added Davina.

"Yes." Yeah."

"lik! It might not be just a rumor! You even till the media if they dare to disturb your affair! Aye right?"

"Yes" Zaim replied to Love.

"Your path, Za!" Anto suddenly moved. "You should give an answer that can remember your wife and not the other way around! You really don't have any sense of kasian what the hell?"

"What a hell of a you, Za." Davina started sobbing. "You don't care about love anymore, don't care about your child."

CLAMPS

"This is what stadium is the patient's room?" Hakam, Zaim's grandfather, suddenly appears. "Where is your condition? Did you eat?"

Silent love, just hugging Hakam.

"Don't think that no. You know how loyal Zain is to you. Ask Emily. Isn't that right, Mil?"

Emily nodded in response to Hakam. "Every fly wherever Brother Zain always bring photos of Kasih. He said it felt rich Kasih also flew around the world with Brother Zain."

"Tuh, listen. Don't cry it." Hakam wiped the tears of Love. "The son of a bitch is Zaim not Zain."

"You should be accompanied by evidence so that afdol, Kek."

"Ngediemin' the crying chick isn't a jerk?"

"Not as long as it's not our girl. Danger dong if the face like this mediemin all the girls who are crying." Zaim pointed at his face.

Spontaneous Hakam. "OKAY. One empty. Ta–"

DDDRRRTT

"Sorry, one second, Cake." Zaim reached into his phone from his pants pocket, seeing who called him. "Later I'll tel–, what?" Zaim was silent for a moment, thinking. "C."

"Not A?" 

"There is no organosol soil in Central Java."

"Who says there are orgonosol soils in East Sumatra?" Nia's voice was heard whispering through a phone call.

"The organosol land is the same there in South Kalimantan."

"Okay fix, answer is C. Two more. Shocked. Winds blow from high pressure areas to low pressure areas. This opinion comes from the Dutch meteorologist …."

"Buys Ballot."

"Not Galileo?"

Zaim hid his face, holding back laughter. "Galileo is not from Holland but from Italy."

"Oh, just found out. Okay last. Shocked. Seriously this is hard. If you know the distance from city X to city Y on a 10-centimeter map with a scale of 1:100,000, then what is the actual distance? 10 centimeters, 100 centimeters, 1000 centimeters, 10 kilograms, what's 1 kilogram?"

"Start." Zaim turned to Hakam. "If you know the distance from city X to city Y on a 10-centimeter map with a scale of 1:100,000, then what is the actual distance? 10 centimeters, 100 centimeters, 1000 centimeters, 10 kilograms, 1 kilogram?"

"Ten centimeters," replied Hakam lightning.