Roses Are Not in Love
Love Alone.

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The step I swiped down the stairs finally stopped also in the middle of the downhill step. Where up there Kak Melati called out my name loudly, after several times I ignored her question about the silence about my conversation with Erik.

Don't know how far Kak Melati heard about it. I just hope that Kak Melati does not hear things that will hurt her heart, until later it will make the event that will be held today a mess. If, until all this happens, I will never be able to forgive myself.

"Son Mel wants to talk. Stop at your place, War." Said Kak Melati, shortly after the footsteps of Kak Melati increasingly clearly heard approaching in my runguku. "Why, you're ashamed of Mel. Erik should be ashamed of his love being rejected by you." Kak Melati.

I lifted my head and looked at Kak Melati intensely and looked for the seriousness of her words. There are no lies there, and I exhale with relief as Kak Melati's smile expands.

"You are a child. Again satan tambet kali hence the talk ngaco." Answer me with the tone I made to avoid Kak Melati's suspicion.

He patted me on the shoulder a few times. "That from the beginning is comfortable it is sure to be a continuation. And for both of you." Kak Melati's smile widened until her eyes narrowed. "We'll talk about that tonight. Today, Brother Mel wants to see the other side of the rose." Kak Melati continued while pushing my body to walk in front of her.

Kak Melati just kept pushing me until I reached the room that used to be our room. Where is my room now.? My room is now downstairs, next to the maid's room. The room, which was a few months ago still shades of soft pink and blue, has now changed color with pastel colors. The bed has also been changed to Queen size.

I don't know how many strokes of Brus and Sponge make up touched my face, on the other hand Kak Melati did not let me look in the mirror at all, and even worse, Kak Melati deliberately became a tutor for makeup experts who were decorating me. Here, it's as if I'm the one getting engaged not Kak Melati.

The Nute color kebaya makes Kak Melati look perfect, the modern bun with a three-stalk white rose decoration adds more value to Kak Melati. As for me, I stood beside Kak Melati who was sitting with an anxious harp while squeezing my right hand periodically.

"Sister Mel, don't strain that dong." My words comfort Melati. Honestly, I'm actually a lot more tense. And need to be mentally prepared if if my heart comes back does not want Legowo to accept the reality. It is also my fault for being in love and for giving up a heart to someone who does not yet have it. I shouldn't be rash about the heart.

Indeed, it will not sin someone who is in love. But it is wrong, when my love is placed in an inappropriate place, then anchored to a dock that is not supposed to lean on. And supposedly, I can remind my heart not to need to feel pain, because it comes from me who does not want to be patient, he said, that what I expected would not be as beautiful as it had been written for me for decades, live in Lauhul Mahfuzd.

"Kok so your hands are really cold, War.?" Kak Melati's words successfully made me recall my position that was accompanying Kak Melati's happy day, and had to throw away my nelangs face.

"Nyetrum Mel's sister." Kill me quickly.

Sis Melati watched me closely, then stretched out her hands cupping my cheeks, while presenting me with a very sweet smile. "You are beautiful, Rose." Said Kak Melati briefly and looked back at me with a view that I could not translate.

There was a sorrowful murat mixed with so much guilt in his eyes. There are words that want to be northern but can not be released. "I'm sorry, War. Sorry." Repeated the apology for me, which I never knew what I was sorry for. And it wasn't once twice, even Kak Melati used to say that to me.

"Sister Mel, it should be the Rose who apologizes to Sister Melati." I answered, I grabbed the hand that was still cupping my cheek, and I clenched it tightly. "Roses must apologize, for the Roses have made the love that should be for Kak Melati reduced, divided with the Roses."

"Sseeetttss," Kak Melati's index finger landed perfectly on my lips while hissing long. "I'm not as good as you think, War. I'm peng..." Said Kak Melati stuck in the throat along with the opening of Kak Melati's room door and the presence of the figure of Bu Mega there.

Kak Melati immediately shrank the tears that were about to spread in her eyes. And immediately changed the topic of the conversation we discussed earlier. "Well, I'm pretty sure, War. Erik will definitely fall more and more in love with you seeing your current appearance."

I still feel that there is something blocking Kak Melati's words, but I have absolutely no guts to open my words about to ask. Because, the gaze of Bu Mega and the insinuations she gave me was enough to make me fall silent without daring to open my mouth.

"Just be clear. The make-up she wore was much more menor than her bride." Said Bu Mega with a sharp glance at me. "Come, Mel. Son Daffa and his family are already waiting downstairs." Continue Bu Mega by stroking Kak Melati's head slowly.

"Ma, don't be like that Rose." Tegur Kak Melati. "Don't make Melati more guilty." Kak Melati. I don't know what kind of mistake it is. So far, the closer I get to Kak Melati, the more I don't know Kak Melati. What are they really hiding from me.?

Too naive, if I don't have a question. But, once again. I don't want to impose my curiosity on someone who isn't ready to get along with me. Maybe, Kak Melati has one reason not to tell me, and it could be the same reason why I should be in the middle of them as one of the family members.

"Go ahead, Mel." Back Bu Mega's voice intruded Kak Melati.

Walking slowly out of the room, we kept silent without a word. Down one by one the stairs, a row of crowds is seen in the living room that is full of nuclear families. Sitting with a radiant face, Bang Daffa looks charming with a shirt of matching color like kebaya worn by Kak Melati.

What is the right image for my heart right now. Like a sponge that is squeezed but still returns to its shape. That's what happened. And I still have to keep smiling, as a witness that I am happy with the happiness of Kak Melati. Although, far from the end where I was standing, Erik looked at me with a mocking look.

Give up the people we love to be happy, and we will be happy by it. Lying, that's a real lie. However, do I have the right to show my pain, when the one I give happy is love in my silence. Do I have the right to complain and ask for respect, when I have chosen to be silent. Once again, I love Bang Daffa, while Kak Melati and Bang Daffa love each other equally. What can be called a sacrifice, if there is no place for me there.

Never mind, not everything we do has to be seen and appreciated. Enough, I, God and Erik know this. And after this, isn't there still a new place that I'm going to, surely there I'll have a new story. No way, the wound didn't find an antidote. And I just need to be patient, then wrap this torn heart with a focus on setting the future.

*Every wound will definitely find a cure. Every tear will have its red.

Every drizzle will definitely return to find its light.

Maybe, right now the storm is brewing. However, when the light comes there will be a colored rainbow there.

Nothing is eternal, including love in the human heart.

All will change.

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I don't know what I was thinking. I just wanted to write it down and make it a reminder that I was once weak just because of my own love.

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