Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Roses 10

NIGHTS

Because each of them knew his bed, they prepared to sleep. The rose immediately went up in its soft basket.

"You're sleeping roses?"

"Yet, you want to confide again?" goda Rose.

Smiling, the son replied

"No, I just wanted to thank you for being willing to admit I'm your husband when I knew they underestimated me."

"Huf... While taking a breath. It is precisely I who should thank you Son, you always help me, I do not know that at that time you did not come on time. I'm glad you're here."

Are Roses really happy with me? The son's chest felt tight. If only the rose had not been traumatized by men, I would have jumped in to hug the girl.

It's the first time she feels appreciated, so many things Putra wants to tell her but she's still afraid of arousing her girl's trauma.

"I'm happy to help you, no need to thank you." her eyes glazed over the sincere words of Rose.

"Good sleep Rose, I love you, very much... Whisper the Son in the heart

"Good sleep too" said Roses, closing his eyes.

That was the night they went through.

Actually the Son is still wondering what really happened to the past of the Rose. Bambang once told me the story, but he wanted to hear the girl's version. The son believes that various sorrows can relieve and ease the burden of feelings. But on the other hand, he was also afraid of hurting the feelings of the Roses if he had to bring up bitter memories.

Often the Son awoke from his sleep, every midnight the Son found the sound of the girl crying, the girl's eyes closed, but her head moved left and right looking restless. How it feels for the Son to hold his girl's hand while calming.

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A WEEK LATER

It was raining very hard that night, the new clock showed at nine o'clock in the evening. Just now the Son wants to close his eyes the power goes out.

The son went out to take the candle, and suddenly the rose cried out.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh.

The son approached

"Hey what's up, it's okay to have me here. I just want to go out and get the candle to get the light." said the Son.

"No!, jaa.. Don't leave me alone, ak.. I'm afraid! The rose gripped the Son's arm.

The son is shocked when the rose touches him, this is the first time the Rose wants to touch, yes even in a state of fear.

"Are the roses afraid of the dark?" his inner.

Roses increasingly tighten the decapitation, now their position is very "sticking". At first the son did not want to bring the Rose to look for candles, because surely he would have difficulty walking given the pitch-black conditions. Will remain with this state makes the Son a little happy to be in a very tight position with the body of the Rose.

"All right come.." while holding the hand of the Rose.

They walk towards the kitchen to look for candles, do not ask, of course, his sleep is very deep until not aware that the lights are out.

"Is it better?" ask the gentle Son. While delivering the rose back his basket.

"If it's still dark, I can put the candle to a higher place." with a warm smile.

"It's okay, it's bright enough, thank you I don't know what I'd do if there wasn't you" she said

"Km scared?" ask the Son again

"I hate the dark, I'm so scared." The sound of a Rose floating as it said it.

The son was silent for a moment, he indeed wanted the Rose to tell him about everything the girl had ever experienced. But he won't ask again. Let the rose decide to tell the story.

"Good sleep, Roses." With the Son down from the bed of Roses.

"Good sleep to you too, once again thank you Son." smiled sincerely.

"Aaahh shit, even at a time like this.. Aarrgghhhh." maki Son in heart.

When he was so tired and hoped to sleep soon, it turned out that the sensation of the touch of the Rose continued to be imagined by him. Feels so soft under his nightgown, the son is still fantasizing.

After a long time struggling with his stupid thoughts, he finally fell asleep anyway.

A few moments later the rose again sobbed, the Son rose and held the body of the rose in his arms. The girl has always been haunted by her past, Son wonders how deep the trauma scratches the Rose.

The eyes of the son glazed over while rubbing the back of the soft rose. For quite a long time the son hugged the rose, he was determined to do so until the girl's fear vanished.

As the sobbing began to subside, the rose wiped her tears. Reluctantly the son took off his embrace and clasped the rose's hand.

"Thank you for being there for me, before I was always alone. No one else is helping, you're my best friend" said the rose.

Between the sound of rain and the light of a candle, it cannot hide the look of the anxious and fearful face of a rose.

"You trying to tell me? I can be a good listener." said the son calming.

"I'll change my clothes first."

"Ah yes.. It looked wet and sticky" said the son as he walked into the large rose closet.

After a long search, finally the son found something interesting. A thin sleeveless nightgown, with a low V neck cut, the son had never seen a rose wear it. The son decided to take the dress to wear roses with his interior.

"You don't have to do it, you've done a lot for me." said the rose as she picked up the clothes held by the son.

"Already, change your clothes." the son ordered, turning his back to him.

At the same time, the electricity was back on. The room immediately became bright.

Rose eyes widened to see the choice of clothes taken by the son and his father. Shame at once shocked to make a clean white face rose immediately red hue.

Without saying any more, the rose quickly changed her clothes.

"I'm done, the taste is good enough." sitting on the bed and drinking all the water.

"You'll feel even better if you share your nightmares with me" said the gentle son.

"You don't understand the son. That's so bad."

"Tell me slowly, I'm a brave man" he joked

The rose only smiled a little in response.

"I have to start where. At that time I had just graduated from Elementary School, I was faced with the fact that my parents died in a car accident. At the same time my mother's former client came to my house and tried...... ".

Rosebush

What a rose thought would never be able to tell how terrible alan was doing. Not even to his psychiatrist just yet. For years he had to spend in a psychiatric rehabilitation center with fear and loneliness.

"I can't carry on." the sound of the rose choked.

With great difficulty the son held back his tears. Indeed, he has heard from Bambang, but it turns out more painful if viewed from the side of the victim.

"Tell me, so that your fear may diminish. Share the burden with me, I will always be there to take care of you." said the son.

"Will you, more terrible thing than violence?" the rose looks at the son.

"I don't want to meet anyone. I've been stranded in a mental hospital for years with people in horrible white clothes. I'm crazy son." broke already his cry.

The son carried a rose in his arms.

"I began to recognize yuyun and om bambang because they often visited. I am still afraid of interacting with others. I started learning to greet people and that was when Yuyun took me home. I didn't expect all my time, I spent in a mental hospital. I've been through a lot." Mumbled

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