Roses Are Not in Love
Opinion Bia.

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Day and night passed, and brought me closer to my return. Of course after completing the exam and exams, as well as a special dowry in the form of memorization as a ticket to go home. So I kept getting excited so I could get home on time.

The two cups of tea that were on the tray swayed slowly, as my footsteps led him into Ndalem's living room. This is not my job, but because Nyai's mother asked me, I also happily make and serve tea according to his orders.

A crisp laugh, that was the first thing I heard when I entered the living room of dhalem. And without daring to raise my head my hand was outstretched to present the cup to the middle-aged man who was joking with Abah Yai.

"Thank you Mother Rose, please come back." Say Nyai's Mother. Nodding inside I turned my body back to the kitchen.

"Kalem and pretty." I heard a word from the middle-aged man before I finally disappeared behind the wall.

Arriving at the kitchen door my steps stopped suddenly, because right on my side was also walking Mas Karim with a bottle of water that might have just been taken from the refrigerator. I chose to pull over giving way to Mas Karim.

"Lady's first." Briefly said Mas Karim, and I saw from behind my head that bowed clean feet Mas Karim who pulled over to the left.

"Thank you, Gus." Lirihku then stepped past Mas Karim. Mas Karim's farfum scent pierced my sense of smell, strangely I was as familiar with this scent. And until Mas Karim disappeared from the kitchen, still I did not find where I had smelled the aroma of farfum earlier, until I decided that maybe it was the typical aroma of Mas Karim, but I did not find it, which I have been breathing several times.

I went back to my class, where the exam was going on, and found Bia and the other friends who were fussing with the test paper. Occupying myself, I also drowned myself with a problem that was much more difficult with Mathematics, even more complicated than the calculation of Chemistry.

The mosque clock in Putra Dormitory clang loudly exactly eleven times, it was also a sign that the Fiqh exam this time should be over soon. While stretching my muscles, I also packed my stationery and other equipment, then immediately rose from my place when Bia approached me.

Dropping out of class, Bia and I waited their turn to shake hands with Ustadzah on duty this afternoon. After the class was almost empty, it was our turn to leave.

Holding her hand on my shoulder, Bia began her interrogation session. "So, what's the matter in calling Nyai's mother.?"

"I told you to make tea for guests." I answered honestly while clinging tightly to my kitap.

"Squeaky weird." Chirps Bia, and immediately preceded my steps then stopped right in front of me while looking at me fixedly.

"What's up.?" Ask wonder.

Bia held her chin while thinking hard, making me even more astonished at her. "Keep out, tell me what else.?"

"Yes, there is nothing, just to keep the tea served by guests. It's doang." My answer.

"Yes robbi, someone's gonna want to spread this whole thing." Said Bia with one hand covering her mouth. I was surprised by Bia's words. We arrived to discuss the invitation. The invitation is also unclear.

"What chest.?" Tanyaku.

"It's marriage." Reply Bia leisurely and again stand beside me.

"Who's getting married.?"

Bia looked at me with a witty look. His round eyes moving motion gave me a signal, but I did not understand Bia's intentions at all. Therefore, I also hardened my eye movements like Bia's. Bia laughed out loud and immediately pulled my hand down the stairs in a quick motion.

"Slow down, Bi." All the students were staring at the two of us. Especially towards Bia who was laughing cheerfully, as if she was getting a big gift. "You are why, suddenly laugh like this. Look, everybody's worried about us." I said while telling Bia to look around us.

"For a minute." Reply Bia indifferently.

I clucked while shaking slowly. "Repid, the wind actually changed. Even though before entering class it is still too much to think about Fiqih, what Kang Faqih, can be Kang Faiq." My Selorohku, and Bia just kept giggling.

"I'm still loyal to Gusse." Bia Whisper.

"Wrap, if necessary laminating to be durable." My answer and Bia's laughter became more and more so to hear my words.

With a joke, we arrived in our room. And back to engage in chat halu that if it continues will be endless. Grabbing Mukena, I also intend to go early to Mushalla waiting for dzuhur there. Because, if you continue to be in the risk room will definitely sleepy in this way is a crucial hour clock for lying down.

"What a moment, War. Still not sure." Said Bia while grabbing my hand and I also collapsed on the floor mattress where Bia was laying down.

"Live a few minutes. It's good ngadem there." My answer.

"Yeah soon. Please.." Bia Whine.

"Tumben is spoiled." My brief.

I extended my hand to reach the race schedule and other activities ahead of the holidays, I followed every detail of the provisions made by the Committee which were none other than the administrators, both men and women administrators.

I just nodded in response to Bia, while my eyes were still focused on the paper in front of me. "There's bookkeeping to be done before I get home." I said as soon as I lyrics Bia still continues to look at me with a disapproving look.

"Ohh. I'm surprised by you, War. How can you usually do all the bookkeeping. Though gradually, you are a school majoring in Fashion Administration, not Accounting." I shrugged my shoulders up in response to not knowing

Honestly, I don't know. Because I think everything can be learned. But, if it's about my Fashion Department, I'm sure it must be because I have genes there. My mother's late mother used to be a tailor, so it's impossible that I didn't inherit a bit of it, even though I wasn't sure before.

"Well, that's Adhan." My words, as soon as heard the voice of Kang Wahib echoed throughout the Pesantren complex.

"Alright, alright. Come on." Bia.

We went back out of the room along the corridor to Mushalla on the second floor. We were still able to chat for Wudhu for a while, and occasionally also greet other santriwati.

"Oh yes, Bi. You said someone was getting married, who.?" I asked after we wudhu.

Bia did not immediately reply, instead looking at me fixedly with a smile engraved sweetly on her lips.

"That's mysterious." I said again.

"Tortoise in a boat." Said Bia ridiculous.

"Yes, don't swim with my turtle." Answer me in giggling.

Bia looked an anxious scowl at me, and immediately pinched my cheek as she said. "You're gonna be a spell."

"About." My sergeant quickly shook Bia's hand.

"What did you say to do in dhalem.?" Ask Bia seriously.

"Send for Tea."

"I guess why Miss Nyai sued you for making tea. What in dhalem lack khadimah until it must tell you." I shook my head confused by Bia's words.

"And you are also told to present it." I just nodded, like I had no words to refute Bia said.

"Usually, if it's like that there's only one possibility. You are actually being met with someone who will be betrothed to you by the dhalem family. So ready to be called again and immediately married." Bia's explanation left me agape for a moment. Then quickly shut the mouth Bia who was about to say another word.

"It's a genuine ngor. Where there is such. The guest is Father." My words preceded Bia who was about to protest and I rushed to leave Bia because of the sound of iqomah which signifies that prayer will soon begin.

It's also on my mind that it's weird. But, obviously there was no young man, cook yes Father was looking for a mate. However, when remembering the words of the Father arrived I felt horrified myself. Indeed, the soul mate already exists ya g set and its nature is secret. But, if I had to be betrothed to the Father earlier instead I deserve to be his son.

I was as keen as thinking about the possibility of not knowing the certainty, just because the opinion was led by Bia. But, if it really happened, what should I do.? Tawadhu' to the teacher by accepting the Father earlier or even choosing the despicable way by disappointing by not heeding his word. Allahu Robbi, Bia really managed to enter my brain with an inappropriate mind.

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