Roses Are Not in Love
Raining

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The sun was still haughty, as I had just exited the Pesantren neighborhood fifteen minutes ago. And now, suddenly the overcast marched quickly and then shed his tears swiftly.

Sidelining my ontel bike in the middle of a closed shop. I close my robe, in order to dispel the cold wind that also does not want to lose the storm. A little sorry, when Bia reminded me to always carry an umbrella or raincoat in my bag wherever I would go, considering I would easily get sick when exposed to rain water. And I did not heed Bia's warning at all when I was about to leave earlier.

Sure, Bia was currently pacing back and forth in the room we were in with her anxious face. Bia know, I can't stand the cold. And then I'll have a fever or worse, I'll have Hepothermia.

It's not that I don't know why it happened, it's just that I don't want to remember it, let it all get buried with my silence and my delinquency, and Erik's getting away from me. Because, not all must be seen or determine the price of what is done as an honor. There is no need to look to do good, so the heart will not be greedy with praise.

Ten minutes passed, the rain had subsided leaving a small speck that I believed would soon be gone as well. I gave my hand to check if it was still raining hard enough. And I think the rain really stopped. I also continued my journey.

The wheels of my ontel bike went a few meters, but I decided to stop it and turn it back again. Because my eyes caught a car that was breaking down in the middle of the highway, while no one tried to help the car pull over.

A young man was standing next to the car with a face full of apologies to other motorists. And after putting my bike in the right place, I walked over to the young man.

"Let's help me pull the car over." My words were flat, and the young man in front of me looked at me with his her gaze. "Other riders, if the car stays here." My next.

"Can you drive. Of course, it would be inappropriate if you pushed him.?" I nodded slowly and the young man smiled as he told me to get into his car.

"Mas, under that tree of Trembesi. I'm afraid it'll rain again." I said, when the car was on the side of the road. And with the sweat that poured out the young man obeyed my request.

"Kayak e there is a problem with the brake oil, or if it is not in the clutch oil deh Mas. So to move his teeth can not, the brakes are also very good." Clearly I was, and the young man in front of me was getting more and more confused by my words.

"I used to go to automotive school, Mas. So, a little know." I said again, answering the astonishment of the young man's face in front of me.

"Owh." The answer is short after sipping water that was just taken from the car. "A week ago I didn't bring it to the workshop." He said again while watching me. "Mbak, uh, just Deck."

"Try not to see, my dear." I said with certainty, and somehow I was so excited, as if the old me was coming back.

After the hood of the car opened, I also let go of my room tagname which made my movement bother and held it. Seeing that I was having trouble rolling up my sleeves, the young man beside me asked my tagname to hold him up.

"Mas, there's equipment like a screwdriver or a key lock.?" My toot.

"It looks like there are." The young man hurried to put my dragon around his neck and put the tip in his shirt pocket. He rushed to the back of the trunk after hearing my words.

Back from behind, the young man was carrying a box of workshop equipment with his right hand, while his left hand was in the sport with his mobile phone ringing loudly. After giving the rectangular box to me, the young man I didn't know his name rushed over so as not to be too noisy with his passing vehicle in order to receive the call I felt was important.

I smiled with satisfaction. Satisfied in the true sense, that is, without any frills of falsehood or coercion. My soul is still in the automotive and I had to leave it for the sake of a trust that I either thought I would get back or not.

There's no problem with this white car in front of me. Only screws that do not fit the placement and there is a hose that is slightly leaking. After, I isolated it and fixed the screws, finally the car was back on and the brakes and clutch were functioning properly.

I was still standing next to the car waiting for the owner to finish the phone. But, already a few minutes had passed, there was no sign yet that he would finish his call. Finally, with courage, I went back into the car and looked for the book I saw lying on the dashboard.

"Nobody doctor." I muttered, as I looked and read the cover of the book. I took a piece of paper and wrote down what I was going to say but I could not wait for it, because of the limited time I had.

After writing it, I put it right next to the steering wheel. And I immediately sauntered away, because far up there, the cloudy back blackened as a sign that he would cry again.

"Sir, the laundry that has a child boarding front there from yesterday has not been taken what in between.?" Ask one of the same people who work at Laundry, but he is not one of the Santri like me.

"What would he take to tell nganter.?"

"Taken anyway." The answer. "Well, like a lack of work, this is still want to purify the new one came earlier." Further.

I followed my friend's steps forward to check on the new clothes. "This is a man's shirt, Ma'am Sa..?" I asked, when I saw a crackle full of dirty clothes that I had seen in front. Indeed, most of the customers of this Laundry are women, so I was kind of like when I found men's clothing.

Being in the boarding area of the high-ranking students of Negri who are famous for their busy duties, brings its own blessings to Laundry that I have been running for almost a year. In fact, we already have a subscription. Because, in addition to just washing services we also serve, take and inter-service. So, our Laundry is a prima donna in the middle of the students who do not want to take their time.

"It's Mas Karim's friend, Ma'am. It was the same with Mas Karim." I'm a mangosteen to hear Gusse's name mentioned. And immediately walk to the iron because I know there will definitely feel warmer.

The clock on the wall was at 17:00, when I started to lock the main door of Laundry. If on a normal day the close from Laundry is 15:45, then another case with Friday. Because on Friday besides notya it is noon, also because I have a holiday in Pesantren.

Withstanding the headache attack that I realized was the result of me being hit by the rain earlier and not showering directly, I moved to return to Pesantren. And must be prepared mentally will be omeled by Bia, because my voice is also a little bit nasal. That, would definitely keep Bia up all night to take care of me. And here I am, who he says wants to be independent, but still bothers others.

Entering the courtyard of Pesantren, I sharpened my eyes to look at the car that I just seemed to help to fix. However, I am not sure, because such a car is not just one. I continued my steps back to the princess dormitory and I found Bia who was pouting with her hands shortened on her chest while her eyes were full of intimidation towards me.

"For instance, stepmom." I said, then quickly ran to the bathroom ignoring Bia who was ready to lecture me.

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Oh, Gusse is Gus Karim tho.

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