Roses Are Not in Love
CARANGSENO

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"Khadija, I'll see you too." I looked at the young man next to me confused as well as astonished as well as curious. I turned to look at Sister Yesha and the young man beside me alternately and was about to let out my words to voice the noisy things in my brain.

"Say.." Not yet fully said I came out of your lips the young man's left hand had been raised into the air to intrude me into silence for a moment. Then get closer towards the table and reach for the mineral water on it.

Sitting in a chair beside Mbak Yesha, the young man continued to straighten the mineral water in a small bottle in his hand until it stayed half, then the young man refocused on me who was still faithfully standing stiff with confusion.

Back on his feet, the young man reached into his doctor's suit pocket and pulled out a name tag, then thrust towards me while smiling knots. "It's yours, Khadijah." I swerved for a moment to see the name tag you were looking for was in the hands of a foreign youth.

"This coral plays change people's names." Mother Yesha who had been silent also confused. "One man may be, Mommy." Yesha continued while staring at the full request for explanation just like me.

The young man called Karang by Ms Yesha, immediately moved the name tag that I had not received towards Ms. Yesha. "It says Khadijah. The picture is there too." Said the young man.

"She, this is you War.?" Yesha's mother immediately grabbed the name tag from the young man and saw the photo of my Asram. The photo where I am still very close also still looks the tomboyish side of my face.

I scratched the scratching of my back head which was not really itchy. "Yes, Mommy." Kalem answered.

"Bad you, War." Ma'am Yesha said again with her laughter, until for a moment I forgot what I had come to this Hospital for.

"Cock so, War. War who, right there written Khadijah.?" The young man said back to wake me up.

"Didn't introduce Mas, let's not mistakenly call and cuekin the same person." Said Yesha again. "Eh, War. Sit down, stand up again." Sister Yesha's left hand pulled the seat next to her and allowed me to sit down.

"No, Yesha. I'm hunting the hunt." I said as I glanced at the clock circling my wrist.

"Where's the hunt going.?"

"Go home, Ma'am." I answered while reaching into my sling bag and shortly took out Ma'am Yesha's wallet.

One of my eyes caught the shock on the face of the young man who was still faithfully holding my name tag. "This is Yesha's sister, Yesha Ma'am check, is everything still complete." My next.

"No need to check I trust you, War." Ma'am Yesha said and quickly his wallet was in his shirt pocket. "Sampek forgot, Mas. This is the Laundry who does not recommend you.

"Yes." Yeah." Said the young man in a shocked tone and immediately looked at me intensely. "I was there this morning, I didn't see." The young man continued with a moment of thought.

"The world looks cramped, yeah." Said again.

I glanced back at the clock in my hand. Only fifteen minutes left. Whisper my heart, and I choose to ask myself immediately. "I'm sorry, Sister Yesha I really have to leave immediately." My speech. "Mas can I bring my name tag." I said my heart to the young man who was still holding the name tag that had been presented to me.

"Oh yes, yes this, if you know you are in Laundry House I will not be confused continue to look for Khadijah." Said the young man while thrusting the name tag at me.

I smiled wryly at the young man who was still fixedly looking at me until for a moment I felt a little unwell. Could there be dirt on my face. Whisper my heart.

"This coral, it's been said his name is not Khadijah." Yesha Ma'am Sahut.

"Thank you, Mum. Have kept my identification. Although Khadijah's name is good, it's just my Dormitory." I said as I reached for the name tag that was thrust towards me.

"Because. War is that your name.?" Said the young man again.

"Pinter people want to just acquaintance really bothered, just ask Mas. How complicated it is here." Timpal Ma'am Yesha giggled.

I turned over my name tag, and showed a picture of my hand behind it. "This is my name." Saying slowly.

"Roses.?" He said the young man patted his head slowly. "I don't think about my dad." The young man continued laughing.

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I just crossed a few corridors when I was back in line by Mas Karang to make me slow down my steps and we are now really going hand in hand.

"What's the matter.?" I asked after walking a few steps Mas Karang just silence.

"I've only forgotten one thing I always thought of before I met you, Rose." Say Mas Karang.

I didn't answer just looking back at him for a moment while focusing on my path. Because the road has started to run amok, and the person beside me is busy with replying to the greetings of people who greet him kindly.

We did not feel our steps were far away, and had far left the crowd. Various fruit trees become natural heat protectors in parking lots that are not too crowded by vehicles. And until I was beside my bike, Mas Karang was still always beside me.

"Roses. Thanks for helping me at that time. Sorry too late to say thank you. And rightly your advice regarding my car at that time. You really can be a cool mechanic." He said really.

"It would be impolite if only thanks in the form of words. Next time we can have lunch." Continue by putting a thin smile on his lips.

I was busy buttoning my helmet, until I had to miss and immediately waved my hand in the air. "No, no need. No need to bother." My word.

"Can't be, I promised in my heart. It's also a little pushy."

"I can't Mas. I was willing to help him." I said with light. I just don't want to be mistaken for taking chances with help. When I helped him first, I really had no intention other than my heart moved to help.

"I also did not lose sincerely invite him to eat together." He said more with a tone of emphasis that did not want to be denied.

I was dumbstruck for a moment, because only this time I met someone whose level of intelligence exceeded mine and this reminded me of Erik. "I'm telling you next time, the rest of you. And don't forget to tell me." He said he took the phone out of his pants pocket.

I grimaced for a moment before finally apologizing continued. "I'm really sorry, Mom. I can't give my contact to a stranger, what else is a man. And I'm also not the one who will hold the phone at all times, just a certain time."

"Well, I won't force that one. But, when it comes to lunch I'll wait for you when."

"I can't promise either, Mom. Let what God says and the workings of the angels who have written will be tomorrow." I said with a force. After all, after this must have happened to meet also not necessarily exist. So let alone a decisive time.

"I like that. Let what God says. Until we forget, we have not yet met with Bebar. I'm Karangseno." He thrust his hand towards me and I folded my hand on my chest and said my name.

"Anjuda's Rose." Reply slowly.

"What a great name." He said as he shoved a small bottle of mineral water towards me. " Consider this as the DP. Enough water alone, because it is good for health as well as kidney care. I know you haven't been drinking." My smile faded hearing Mas Karang's words.

The corner of my heart was slightly pinched by his simple words. Because it is heavy. Or actually sincere it does not exist, it could be because it is forced by circumstances until the sincere lanbat laun settled in the heart. But, when it comes to Kak Melati I have never paid anything and made my love foundation for Kak Melati as my sincere benchmark, because my love for Kak Melati I am not patriized in my heart, unless I leave it to the all-loving.

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