Roses Are Not in Love
Roses Belongs.

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The fragrance of jasmine dangling from overhead filled my sense of smell. The clean white kebaya studded with swaroski made a luxurious impression on my body. Sitting on a bed that has been decorated so beautifully, making my chest continue to be timid waiting for the arrival of the prince who managed to melt my heart.

Two months, from me nodding in response yes to Rendi. Rendi really slipped everything in detail and I can say very well for me. True, I can not remember the moment of my marriage with Bang Daffa, but his stubbornness, he claimed as if the first time I felt.

No one will know the writing of destiny about the future. And if I recall my first impression with Rendi, I did not think that the words I thought were just a joke, all gradually Rendi made a reality.

Unfortunately, only I can not remember what about the first relationship I and Bang Daffa began until finally. Or actually my brain doesn't want me to remember. I don't know. Erik said it would be better if I didn't remember it forever. Because, sometimes something truth must not be revealed so that everything is good.

Forget it today, for today is my happy day. Already from dawn was all busy arranging everything, as well as me who was busy with makeup and arranging my feelings.

Right at 08:25. My makeup has been done by MUA and now they leave me alone in the bridal room with the mind to sow every memory created by Rendi with me.

Sometimes I would smile not believing that a man as silly as Rendi could be serious towards me who was a year older than him. And my smile grew even more as each word of her seduction was inserted deliberately tickling my brain. Until all my daydreams had to be flowing with a slow knock on the bedroom door.

"Just enter, not in the key." I said with a little hardening my voice.

"Square." The sound of the door opening and I waited long enough for the door to be pushed slowly.

I sharpened my gaze to see someone standing in the doorway with a stiff smile framing his lips. His face looked sad, though he painstakingly hid it.

"The Daffa." I say his name.

"May I come in." Pamit Bang Daffa's. This is the first time I've seen Bang Daffa in two months. Surprised for sure, what else Bang Daffa looked so pitiful.

Not answering I just nodded slowly then stood up from where I was sitting towards the long chair in front of the bed.

"One more thing, can you close the door.?" Pinta Bang Daffa again.

For a moment I was confused, but after remembering that Bang Daffa's relationship with the others was not good, I agreed. Because I believe that Bang Daffa's purpose in meeting me was not evil, and of course if Bang Daffa wanted to speak specifically with me.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer's short.

"Thank you." After saying that, Bang Daffa immediately closed the door behind him and stepped towards me.

Sitting on the edge furthest away from me, Bang Daffa seemed to sigh in it over and over again. He turned a faint smile towards me who was still waiting for what he was going to talk to me about.

"You look beautiful in that dress, War." Lirih Bang Daffa begins the word with praise.

"Thank you, Bang."

"Dream wedding. It is every woman's dream. I'm sorry for taking that away from you first." This is not Bang Daffa style, because Bang Daffa will stare at his interlocutor until trepidation, this instead of looking at me Bang Daffa just bowed while speaking softly.

"I want to make amends for all my wrongs against you, Rose. Tell me what I have to do so you can forgive me." My chest narrowed to hear Bang Daffa's words.

Could it be that these two months the family had completely ignored him and made him feel great distress. Because, I believe the tears of a man will not be easy to shed just because of the emotional feelings of the heart because of one person, especially women and women are me. Bunkum.

"With God taking away my memory of Bang Daffa, there should be no need for anyone to apologize or forgive." I said softly by commenting on a faint smile to Bang Daffa. "All has passed, Bang. Only Bang Daffa thought about it too seriously."

"But the family ignored me. I feel alone, War." I smiled back at Bang Daffa, as a form of support for him.

"Every wound will find a cure, Bang. Today they are still disappointed with Bang Daffa, but believe firmly Bang Daffa washed the wound, it will heal in time. Bang Daffa just needs to be patient to receive the pain before it bears sweet fruit." Bang Daffa raised his face, and the usually sharp neutrals smashed into his gaze with me gently.

"I'll help as much as I can, Bang." I continued by adding the volume of smiles on my lips even more.

Bang Daffa turned his face and immediately stood up from where he was sitting. Stepping quietly towards me, Bang Daffa's hand reached my head first and rubbed it gently.

"I went far away leaving behind the jewels that I had prepared for me, and now I have to accept the rewards." Bang Daffa muttered in a regretful tone accompanied by a deep breath afterwards.

My reason is to try to be sane to hear the words of Bang Daffa and present the figure of Rendi with difficulty, so that what has been planned far away the day goes smoothly.

In this prolonged silence and stillness, it is fortunate that God has given way to me. The door creaked open, and immediately took Bang Daffa's steps back in unison with another step approaching.

"Wars. Uh, Daffa." A shocked tone was clearly heard from Bu Mega, and the sound of a firm reprimand directly Bu Asri lay to Bang Daffa.

"What are you doing here, Fa.?"

"Bang Daffa came here because the Rose asked, Mom." As I promised, I will help as much as I can, and this is one of my efforts.

Ms. Asri looked at me as well as Ms. Mega. "You're not lying.?" Tanya Bu Mega is full of questions.

"No, Ma. Really, the Rose asked Bang Daffa to come here. That's about Adit." I answered and did not forget to tambh bubuhan a thin smile, to make it look convincing.

"Come out first, Fa." Ketus Bu Asri's.

I gestured for Bang Daffa to agree to Ms. Asri's request, so that things would be easier. Want to lie like what, Bang Daffa is the biological child of Bu Asri, no matter how hateful Ms. Asri to Bang Daffa will still look like her mother's taste. And I saw that in Bu Asri's eyes, who looked glassy after saying that.

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I accepted his marriage and marriage, the Roses of Ayudia Gayatri with the dowry. Cash. The firm and confident tone of Rendi, made tears down my cheeks slowly, mingling with the long amen of the do'a do'a of the guests of alms. Until finally we faced each other with the hands of Rendi outstretched to me.

Grabbing Rendi's hand in my hand, then I carry Rendi's hand in my kiss. Tears are not getting less, it is getting more and more flowing from my eyes. And ahh, the sweetness of the treatment of Rendi, in the shrinkage of my tears with the tip of his finger after lifting my chin.

Haru was mixed happily, more and more complete as all congratulated us both who have now been on the bridal throne. Haru's cry, has now changed with a shy laugh. What else when Rendi's fingers are as if exposed to glue, until from then continue to stick in the segment of my finger. Success makes my chest even more stirred.

"Why not done yet." Whisper Rendi slowly.

"To blame who, most of your guests." My answer.

"Tau gini, mending make a simple event." Said Rendi again, while pulling my hand close to her lips. "Marriage is so tired, I swear. There won't be a second time." Continue Rendi after kissing the back of my hand.

Immediately I pulled my ladder forcefully, and as if understanding what I was thinking, Rendi purposely grabbed him tighter while saying. "I said there won't be a second time."

"Good know his hand." My Kilah.

"It's really sweet, really." Said Rendi again with a direct look at my eyes. Got a surprise attack from Rendi as my face warmed, and confusedly threw my gaze away from her.

It feels like the world belongs to both. Maybe that's what people see. And I could try, because Rendi really made me lose the word with his silly behavior. Rendi was like showing off to the world, that I belong to her, but without her doing that people also know that I now belong to Rendi.

The peak of the event has been berahir, with the coach feeling sore in the legs, sore in the shoulders, until I also returned to the room where I was most comfortable.

After removing a fairly heavy shirt, I shifted to the dressing table to remove the makeup that was attached from this afternoon. Not finished cleaning it, the sound of the door creaking made my hand move instantly stop.

Now my hands are shaking, as the treads by the tread get closer and closer. And from the mirror in front of me I could see Rendi walking towards me with her coat draped in her hand.

"It's not over yet, I think I've taken a shower." Said Rendi while putting her hands on both of my shoulders.

The gentle massage of Rendi on my shoulder did not make me comfortable, but instead ignited something like a burn and my chest thumb I could not avoid anymore.

"Wand first, we end this we pray together yuk." The whispered rendition still kept our eyes locked through the large glass in front of me.

Without answering Rendi, I chose to get up and rush towards the bathroom.

"Do I want to bathe.?" I immediately rewarded Rendi with sharp eyes, while Rendi even giggled as if so amused at my reaction. "Don't take long to shower. I'll give you ten minutes, done unfinished I'll go into the bathroom." Rendi.

I widened my eyes by Rendi's words, and without answering her I chose to go straight into the bathroom so that not ten minutes of me reduced quickly.

Without any interruption, I managed to complete my bathing ritual quickly. And now replace Rendi who was in the bathroom.

My chest was getting worse, when Rendi came out of the bathroom bare-chested. And the relaxed movements of Rendi unconsciously continued to follow me until she put on her cocoon, then took her place in front of me.

There was a sense of calm that I could not describe, when after the greeting Rendi's hand reached out to me and I greeted by kissing the back of his hand with reverence. Age does not guarantee the maturity of someone, it is evident from the attitude of Rendi who managed to convince me with her persistence.

"The rose will not lose its identity as a flower of love, just because one person does not want it." Still in my memory. Now, I justify the words of Rendi. It does not have to be many who love, because one love then gets a reply is enough for love itself.

Rendi had managed to blunt the thorns that were holding me, getting me out of my nestapa, lifting me from the pit of pain, flying me through the darkness mega painting a rainbow in the sky. Now, I am no longer the Rose that is not in love. There is a Rendi that washes every bit of my pain with love that is seeded with sincerity and sincerity based on the intention of worship.

"Will be there until when you are. It's late at night. Let's go to sleep." Rendi woke me up from my long daydream.

Pulling my hand to get up from the prayer rug that was still stretched, Rendi led me to the contest. Then pulled down the face I was still wearing, until it really escaped my head.

Not saying anything, Rendi continued scanning every inch of my face with an adoring look. His hand also did not stay still, slowly and warmly his big hand had been down my face while holding the child's hair that fell on my forehead.

My eyes couldn't keep opening as Rendi deliberately eroded the distance between us, leaving a warm and long trail on my forehead. Drop by drop our tears blend into one. These are not tears of sadness, these are our happy tears. How love has blessed us, and our long story has begun to leave behind bitter memories of the past.

In his embrace, the dark night is no longer scary. In his wake, there was no longer any reason to hide. And by his love, there is no more Rose that is not in love. With her warm hands, the world was no longer a scary place for me. Because I am the Rose. Roses belong to Rendi.

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Thank God, happy ending too.

Thank you to the loyal readers of Mak May who have supported Roses. And do not forget sorry a thousand sorry, often I pretentious busy with the real world to be in search first. See you in Lily and Bang Iyud...

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By: Ariz Coffee

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