Roses Are Not in Love
In Exile.

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Life never gives us a choice. But, we have a hand to make a choice. What is the culmination of feeling it is to be happy with a choice.? Of course it is not, because happiness exists because we choose it. Happiness is because we decide to be happy. Like me who was finally happy with having made a choice in my life.

Two years have passed since the marriage of Kak Melati and Bang Daffa, since then I have chosen to make a choice by living in a Pesantren that is far from the residence of Mr. Agung. Being in the suburbs does not mean being left behind. Because of the encroachment, all appear to have no bulkhead.

There's no tall building, maybe that's just the difference between the city where I used to be and here. But, both in economics and technology look the same.

For two years, I engaged myself in the study of religion. Memorization in learning is like a circle with no break line. However, everything feels so pleasant and entrenched along with the solidarity that is intertwined. One container. I also participated in all the activities that are in the Pesantren, as well as being involved with the Pesantren business which is quite far from the main Pesantren where I live.

The sound of the sewing machine continued to creak, the thread also turned around leaving a small roll along with the Mocca color cloth that I sewed into a shirt. Focus. That's how I was doing what I was responsible for.

"Masha'Allah. That's great, War." I clucked, because instantly the scissors I made to cut the thread fell off.

My hand stretched out to pick up the scissors before I recognized the voice that always made me continue to grieve for having such a good friend. "Hubdominance, Bia. Love the ngagetin." I raised my head to look at Syabia, a beautiful Arab girl.

Syabia Saif Al - Qatani. That's how he converted himself to me two years ago. Syabia, the girl who persistently encouraged me even though she did not know what kind of trouble kept me quiet. Syabia, the only friend I had when all left me without trust.

"This must have Gusse, right.?" Bia's turning eyes as I will look so amazed, whether it is true because my work is good or deliberately to make me happy and I do not care about both. Because, for me Bia is enough with Bia himself.

"Yes, it's hard to finish on time too." I answered while reaching for the shirt I just finished sewing.

"The cooking is hard. It tastes good." Bia then chuckled with her words. "Roses.."

My hand, which was busy tidying the thread in place, stopped as soon as I heard Bia's voice, which I knew was a weapon to seduce me. "Tell me." I said without a stale base.

"Happy, same understanding rose." Replied Bia with an increasingly widening smile. "I was fittingly invited to the market with Ning Ruhah, look at the nice cloth. So don't buy. Here's the cloth." In the lift of the black crackle that I just realized came with Bia.

Tau will mean my gaze, Bia immediately put the look of her melas, of course also in the seasoning seduction as well. "This is the last one, promise. If you become a designer. I'll be your regular customer."

I squinted my eyes, looking at Bia with my look of objection. As close as I and Bia are. Bia never knew the Roses he knew well, not like the Roses he saw today. For me, let it remain my secret that I keep alone, even sharing it with Bia I feel unwilling. Not willing because I was too afraid when Bia would leave me alone without trust. Like everything.

"Jum'ah ahead, front of him again is fine. Anyway, before we go home for the holidays." Urge Bia.

Holidays, hearing that word, my heart gasped a little. Yes, it has been two years should it be okay if I go home, like the agreement given to me by Bu Mega at that time. Two years is not a short time, until it grows at the bottom of the heart a longing to be in the middle of them. I decided to go home for vacation next month.

If, there is still no trust in me from them, at least I will go home because there are also those who have similar longings with me, Kak Melati. Kaka Melati, who was my reason for coming home this holiday. However, will I be ready to witness the happiness of Sister Melati and Bang Daffa.?

"To be silent means to agree." Bia's words successfully restored the existence of my life that slightly flew with daydreams.

I took my breath before finally I nodded slowly. "The model's looking for itself, then don't want to want it." I said as I rubbed in front of me and kept it on a stacked shelf that said my name.

"It can be set later tonight." Bia's answer made me grieve my eyes. Later that night, and the end of it I'll be back bothered by Bia.

"Here, Gusse's shirt is ironing.?" I swooped and went to the ironing place which was also followed by Bia.

"It's serious, War. Not because I'm your best friend. Your stitches are good, the proof is that the Dhalem family has become your loyal subscription." Bia said seriously.

"Also you. And it's almost every month always sewing."

"Ckckkckc, that's a disqualification. I'm your Brand Ambassador. So, believe me I'll only be loyal to you."

I choose not to say Bia, because Bia will love to talk about things that make me dizzy to string words. Bia's words sometimes get too sweet and it reminds me of a book I deliberately wrote to confess my feelings for Bang Daffa.

"Today you're still in Laundry.?" Ask Bia.

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

"If I thought, War. You better focus on sewing, rather than riwa riwi continue."

Bia heard a snorting annoyed at my words. "Yes, although it's not a hundred percent true, it also accounts for a little." Bia chuckles softly. "You'll just be tired."

"No way, what else if you've received a salary." I answered while touching the nose of Bangir Bia.

"Huhaha. You little duitan eyes."

"That's know. Nyai ma'am, you know that I like money that's why he entrusted Laundry business to me. Perfecks." My words as soon as I lifted the shirt signified that my work was done.

"It's not because I want to be taken by a ghost. Ckckck."

"It's not funny at all." Answer me quickly. "Too shy." My next.

"It's okay to be real."

"Again and again, the end of the discussion is about Gusse." I said by hitting my head slowly. "Beautiful is also still you, Bi. Smart is also you. Rich is still you. I, don't have any potential what could contribute my way."

"Deh. Baf, baper. Kidding me, War." Said Bia while embracing me. "But if it comes true, too thank God."

"Stop, period. It would not be appropriate if Ghibahin Gusse, added in the haluin again." We laughed together without knowing where the laughter was coming from.

Walking away from the sewing place, we returned to our room to coincide with the sound of the mosque loudspeakers indicating that it was almost in Friday prayer. Still with joking Bia, we continue to spur our steps, so as not to be left behind when the pilgrimage to the Tomb when Kang Santri was praying Friday.

Walking beside Dhalem, the two of us immediately lowered our heads and made no sound at the same time easing our way. Because, not far from the door of Dhalem was standing Gusse and Abah Yai who were ready to go to the Mosque. And our steps really stopped, when Nyai's mother called my name and asked me to come closer to him.

This smell is so special. And I became familiar with this scent, after several encounters with Gusse. I still kept my head down until Abah Yai and Gusse walked away from the three of us.

The reason Ms. Nyai called me was because she was not feeling well and asked me to tell the more senior Mbak to replace Ms. Nyai to imitate Tahlil in the Tomb. It didn't take long, and we left the Dhalem terrace with Bia's face shining happily.

"Gusse is really cute, War." Bia's whisper was slow as we were already some distance away from dhalem.

"Bi, Bi. You are that." That's all I said to Bia.

"War, War. You don't know how beautiful it is to fall in love." Answer Bia. "Falling in love makes a sane person go crazy. Crazy people are crazy."

"Whose name fell it must have hurt." I answered tightly, and walked quickly away from Bia who was dumbstruck with my words.

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