Roses Are Not in Love
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As far as flying birds go, they will return to their nests. These words I think it's appropriate for me to show myself right now. Two large bags were neatly arranged beside our bedroom door. Khadijah 12, the inscription on the door of the teak room that I have lived in for two years.

Many stories that if they were written, it would probably be a chapter of a novel. Likes, sorrows of togetherness, cries and laughs of longing all we feel together. However, as we like it here, there are places where longing remains embedded. And just as the bird is about to return to its nest, we also long for our most comfortable place to return.

Returning home means being ready with all the consequences that must be received. But, I did not want to care at all and still choose to return where the most comfortable place I was. Homehouse. Strangers and not, but that's where I'm at, where more than half of my life I've spent with strangers has made me a family.

Is there no longing in my heart for the place where I was born.? Obviously there is, but this time alone, let me soar to the height of my imagination, bringing my return this time to be welcomed by the same taste. Let this taste have the right place.

For a long time I went from my native land, and left the mound of land where my parents were. Again, not that I don't miss them, I just don't want to come back because I feel unwanted and then lead the opinions of many people and leave a look of pity. I want when I get back there, people see me as not a weak orphan.

Although I did not go back there, but there is a place that is most comfortable to convey my longing to both of them, namely through the temple do'a that I always chant, may heaven be their last place together and there I will follow it.

Half an hour ago in this room is still crowded, before other students are invited by their parents or guardians. Likewise with Bia who is now enjoying the journey back to his home with his parents and younger brother.

What about.? Equally, I was also waiting for an invitation, but not a parent, brother especially my guardian, but the travel I ordered two days ago. Let alone to ask for a return, my return alone I did not inform them. I just called Kak Melati's cell phone number and asked them how they were a week ago.

I realized some things after I called Kak Melati the other day, it turns out that two years is not a short time like we feel here. All had passed and changed with some new members.

Adit, just like that Brother Melati called out to him. And because the sound of her crying that went into our call made me impatient to get back and meet my niece.

A tiny shadow of a face with cheeks and of course funny filled my entire brain cavity, until a voice calling out my name from the loudspeaker made me aware, he said, he took my body to the wide open gate.

Peking my big bag to Travel after saying goodbye to the administrators and the Dhalem family, I stepped firmly like my steadiness two years ago to leave home. As I wish when I get back here.

There were things I was too worried about before when I returned, one of which was about my feelings towards Bang Daffa of course. However, after hearing Adit's voice, all my doubts disappeared. There was no sense left, like my decision to let go of everything and want the happiness of Bang Daffa with Kak Melati. And the presence of Aditlah the culmination of their happiness.

Slowly and surely the distance is getting eroded along with the rotation of seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, until it did not feel like more than six hours I was sitting on a mini bus that took me to split the streets back to the Provincial Capital. The density of the highway has been seen along with the formation of vehicles that hunt time to get home quickly.

Yes, it's the return hour. So, it would be very reasonable if the vehicle volume on the highway increases, causing long congestion. In addition to the traffic lights that are like more red than green, make me sighed in the right kind of driver who seemed so bearded with traffic jams that occur.

Leaving the crowded city streets a few minutes ago, slowly the mini bus I was riding had begun to enter the elite residential area after visiting the guard post permit first. And this is where the car really stops with my smile widening.

I was still standing in front of the fence of this house that was not covered with still my smile, scanning every corner of the building from the house that I always missed. And, my smile grew even more at the same time a big motor came with his roaring voice stopping right at the gate of this house.

Erik, yes he is my best friend Erik. Raising the glass of his helmet, Erik looked at me with a gaze that I could not describe its meaning. The face I also missed was flat, though it was clear in my eyes that there was shock there. Even the smile that I had sung for him was completely disregarded once the gate was opened. And Erik chose to push his gas pedal into his yard. We are like strangers.

Sighing deeply, I stepped into the same courtyard as two years ago. And spurring my steps to get quickly into the house, when it sounded in my trunk the sound of baby crying. The wide open door made me freely enter it and look for the source of the sound.

There in the family room, in the arms of Kak Melati who was panicking, was crying a baby with her lips flushed. Not far from Kak Melati who was trying to calm Adit's crying, also joined Bu Mega who offered some toys to Adit who did not let him.

Putting my bag anywhere I went to them and quickly stretched my hand towards Adit who was either by chance or by instinct alone, Adit immediately received a helping hand along with a shocked face as well as astonished Kak Melati and Bu Mega.

"Smart kid, sanyang cup." I said while wiping the sweat and tears of Adit that spilled into one.

"Mavarrr..." Pekik Kak Melati while embracing me and make Adit who was a little calm arrived back crying again.

"Bad boy, wayward boy. Dare to go home not to tell me first." Cecar Kak Melati's. "It's known, if Aunty Rose wants to go home, it's finicky." Continue Kak Melati while pinching the cheek of an anxious Adit who is now smiling sweetly in my sling.

"Mom." My words while extending my hand greet Bu Mega who did not issue a word at all.

Grabbing my hand post, I felt a bit of compulsion there. "How are you, Ma'am.?" My toot.

"As you can see, fine." Answer ketus Bu Mega as usual style of speech with me.

I replied with a smile review while giving thanks. "Alhamdulillah."

"Eh, Adit pewe. I'm used to it with you, War." Said Kak Melati watching Adit enjoying my sling.

"It's known that the Aunty Roses. Isn't that darling.?"

"That's it, baby. Duh, Mama's son has already chosen to choose yes. Though in the carrying Oma only rarely want to." Kak Melati's words made me turn to look at Bu Mega who seemed to dislike this situation.

"Come here with Mama, Aunty's just getting tired." Said Kak Melati again as she extended her hand towards Adit.

"You should be clean first, just hold the baby. You know that babies are sensitive." The Timpal Bu Mega.

"What other mama, the guy was a fussy Aditnya and precisely because of the Rose he can calm down really." Sahut Kak Melati's. "Already War. Don't mind Mama. There you clean before Papa and Mas Daffa until the house runs out we eat together like Bang Nusa said he wanted to stop by. Later you can get acquainted with Bang Nusa's wife." Said Kak Melati again, while pushing my body away from its place.

I know, it's Kak Melati do so that I don't need to listen to the spicy word Bu Mega that is often thrown at me. And I still can't take Bu Mega's heart even though I've been a part of this family for a long time.

Perih, bitter, sad, hurt by the words of Bu Mega, I have often been through and the reason I remain steadfast and calm is Kak Melati. It will not be possible forever Bu Mega remains like that, will arrive later he will also definitely consider my presence nearby is also important. The stone that every day is dripped with water will be a hole as well, as well as the heart of Bu Mega, which I believe will someday soften for me. Even for that I need to be more patient.

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