Roses Are Not in Love
Khadija.

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"Heat is still a normal sun, War. So, get excited about the payday soon." My words encouraged myself. Even though the sweat has washed over the hijab that I use.

If only Bia knew what I was doing at the Laundry house was also hot, I could not listen to the complaints that were conveyed to me. Seeing the skin of my face that was striped made him lash out loud protests. Who told me to use skincarelah, sunbloklah, stretch and what's the name I don't know.

This month, I often spend a lot of time outdoors, because Laundry is flooded with laundry. Also at the same time the sun is again a very interesting hobby without cloud cover.

Being on the rooftop to hang Badcover, like the sauna I feel. Though the clock on my wrist still shows at 09.45. By continuing to encourage myself by remembering that I want payday, my smile forced back to rise.

"Mom, Mother of Roses." There was a sound shouting my name, I quickly opened the sepray in front of me while telling me to tell my whereabouts.

"Yes, Miss Shasa."

"There's no money in the denomination of ten thousand..? Pointing fifty thousand money at me Sister Shasa said as she approached me.

"At the cashier's desk is there no Ma'am.?" Means back.

"If there was ever a thing I wouldn't have nyari Mbak Roses. The Roses are even busy up here, it's the work of Mrs Ninik."

I smiled in a knot towards Madam Shasa. "Mbak Ninik has been working from morning, rather than me just sitting right there helping, so it looks useful my existence here."

"It can help iron the brook." Denying Sister Shasa.

"See what the circumstances are, which one is busier and needs my help." I replied as I walked down the stairs to my room and was followed by Sister Shasa.

After exchanging the money, Madam Shasa rushed to the cashier while I chose to sit in my chair with the absent book of workers on my lap with the window in front of me that I left wide open.

Closing my eyes to enjoy the sun touching my face through the window, I felt like someone was watching me and I quickly opened my eyes. Sure enough, it turned out that in front of the terrace right beside the motorbike I was wearing, standing a young man squinting his eyes looking straight at me.

In line with him, I also squinted my eyes, because of the reflection of the rearview mirror from the motor that made the young man's face invisible to me, he said, only box shirt and blue jeans are used. The rest is just vague. Until the young man took off his gaze and stepped towards the car parked on the side of the road.

Until the young man disappeared into the car, strangely my eyes still followed the silhouette until he left the dust flying in the air with the roar of his car.

"It looks like I have to agree with Bia's idea of wearing glasses." I murmured slowly to end my curiosity towards the laundry customers deserved to choose the focus for the payday record in a few days.

The afternoon came with a heat that became so, filling the break as well as lunch, I joined in crying out by opening the provisions of each of us. My blue color supply box has been lined up on the dining table ready with dishes that are provided here.

Only a few mouthfuls of food overlapping into our mouths, a bell was heard that continued to sound, to make me take the initiative to rise first and tell others to continue eating.

"Yes, wait a minute." I scream from inside.

"Eh, Rose. The clock is here." Said the laundry customer who was none other than one of the students who ngekost not far from this place.

"Mr Yesha is rarely here, I've been almost a month shif early in the morning.." I replied while reviewing my smile for one of the customers who have always been loyal since this laundry house was established.

"Ye, I'm a once a week routine here, War." At the goose of paper the note received to me by Sister Yesha.

"Means fitting me again hide in the court Mbak. Yesha didn't want to call me." Timpalku while searching in the storage locker. "This is how much tumben really, Ma'am.?" My words while transporting one by one crackle that read Laundry House.

Three large crackles were already on top of the storefront until Mother Yesha's head was swallowed behind her. "You move me, War."

"Eh, move away Ma'am.?" I asked in a half-struck tone.

"Lumayan anyway, War. If this practice runs out, it can be accepted there, it means direct contract at the Hospital there. That's fine, let's not look idle after graduation." Yesha replied with a bright smile.

"I'm glad Yesha heard it." I said sincerely.

"Kok even seneng, it means it will reduce your customers, War." Ma'am Yesha said while handing over a hundred thousand dollars.

"There will come a replacement for Ms. Yesha again later, it could be even more." I thrust two pieces of money in the denomination of ten thousand towards Sister Yesha. "Thank you very much, Sister Yesha. Good luck waiting for Ma'am Yesha there."

"I love your optimism, War. Thank ye. Hopefully this laundry house will also be more successful, as well as you." Reply Ma'am Yesha. "Less complete if not a photo together." Yesha continued and immediately took her phone and raised it high.

"Czech, chekrek, chekrek." Several photo poses were taken and then Ms. Yesha immediately retired after, and I went back into the kitchen to continue my delayed meal.

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The clock struck twice, and it was time for me to return. I was ready with my jacket and helmet, and I was ready to go back first. However, my intention is only a mere intention, because on the front is crowded with the discovery of a wallet.

"Bak Roses are the ones who tell them to open." Ms. Ninik quickly threw a brown leather wallet at me.

"Who's this.?" My toot.

"You don't know the Rose. It hasn't been opened yet. So quickly opened, who knows he's now confused sonorous." Timpal Mba Shasa.

After making sure they were all witnesses, I opened the wallet. There were some cards tucked inside and I chose the identification card. Then I smiled as I found out who this wallet belonged to.

"It's Yesha's mother." I said slowly, then gave the wallet to Mbak Ninik back.

"Oh, Miss Yesha." Reply everything was relieved, but it did not last long because Mbak Shasa who arrived suddenly shouted and shocked us all.

"Eh, Ms. Yesha wants to move she said after the laundry yesterday."

"Yes, Yesha also told me." My timpal. "Bak Yuli, try to get hubunhi Ma'am Yesha's cell phone number." Knock me off quickly.

Ma'am Yuli ran towards the reception desk and immediately rousing the phone handle, not long ago had a conversation then called me.

"Bak Roses, Ms. Yesha wants to talk to you by chance." Call Mbak Yuli, without going back inside, I also grabbed the phone and listened to Mbak Yesha's direction while glancing at my watch.

"Well, I'll take Yesha there." Say it and immediately put the phone in its place. "I go first, tomorrow I come out dzuhur ya. Assalamu'alaikum." I continued by rushing away without paying attention to the astonished gazes of all of them. I think there's still time tomorrow to explain to them rather than me having to be late for activities at Pesantren if it delays time.

Driving my gas pedal at above average speed as usual, even up to me in a Private Hospital. The cell phone in my hand kept on sticking it in my ear, as I strode down the corridor looking for where the canteen was.

Reading every clue listed I continued to follow the direction in which I made the appointment to meet with Sister Yesha. It is not uncommon for people to cross paths with sick people, or people who rush to accompany relatives who are also sick. Also, many young people in white clothes indicate that they are all prospective Nurses, prospective Sisters or even prospective Doctors.

The contrasting color of the wall was already visible in front of my eyes, I also added the speed of my steps even though behind me was ramia with the person who shouted. Taking a quick glance back, my eyes saw the back of a person in all white clothes the same as the one I saw just now was smashing into a middle-aged mother.

I try to be indifferent, because of the limited time I have. And chose to spur my steps to meet Ms. Yesha. Arriving at the cafeteria door, Ms. Yesha waved her hand and I replied with my friendly smile.

"Khadija, Khadija, Khadija wait." The voice continued to follow me, until I chose to look back and confused myself while looking left, right. More confused, because no one was standing near me, while the young man increasingly accelerated his pace to get to my place.

Afraid of GeEr, I also choose to continue my steps towards Mbak Yesha who is no less strange like me. And arriving at Ma'am Yesha's seat coincided with a large hand grabbing my shoulder while saying a name that was not my name at all.

"Khadija, I'll see you too."

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