Monday, September 22, 2014

My Beautiful-Hearted Man


It was a very beautiful morning when I read Professor Hector Hammerly’s book on pronunciation chapter. I enjoyed it a lot. One thing I really loved that morning was the bird songs I could hear from where I read. My man was still sleeping as he was a little bit ill. Seeing him sleeping on his stomach is as well one of the things I loved at that time. He slept peacefully.

There’s suddenly a little puppy in front of the building meowing perpetually. I thought it’s gonna go soon and the noisy sound was gonna be gone too. Yet, I was wrong. It couldn’t even stop meowing for like 15 minutes. I started to get annoyed. My man did too. Then he woke up and approached me.

I thought he would start to complain about how hard it has been to sleep peacefully in Central Java. He could never find any tranquility every time he wanted it so badly. He’s been complaining about the megaphones from the masjids that sometimes can be so annoying instead of beautiful. About those careless drivers who drive crazily with their modified motorcycles which produce horrible sounds. The sound of the chickens at dawn that’s sometimes very very disturbing. And all other bothersome sounds he hears in Central Java.

But guess what, here’s the thing he said as he approached me:
“Cindy, there’s only one sachet of milk left. I think I’m gonna give my milk to that little puppy. You know, it’s hungry. It’s been meowing for like twenty minutes.”
I smiled. He left to prepare the milk for the puppy. Then he gave the milk to that puppy.

I watched what he did to the puppy. He looked at that puppy, smiled, and used his body language to communicate with the puppy to ask the puppy to drink the milk. It stopped meowing but it didn’t drink the milk though.
Then my man said: “The puppy doesn’t want to drink the milk now. I left the milk there though. The puppy can drink it later.”

It was funny to me because as far as I know, most cats in Central Java do not drink milk. But I adored what I did very much. Even though he complains a lot when it comes to noisy sounds, he has a beautiful heart. More than one people bad mouthed him, even in front of me. But I think it’s just because they fail to see my man’s beautiful heart. It takes time to be able to see someone’s heart, it even takes more time when the heart is as beautiful as my man’s :)