Roses Are Not in Love
Blessings Hunger.

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The wind blows quite strong accompanied by a speck of water that will soon become rain. Sitting on a small bench in my third-floor class, I lay my gaze out the window where there was only a stretch of rice fields that seemed to have begun to show a grain of two grains of rice that had begun to turn yellow.

And that means it's been six months since my return Pesantren left my loved ones at home. I really want to take a semester off this time I also go home like other santri santri. But what can be done, the busyness in Ma'had Aly at once at the Laundry house makes me have to hold back my longing to go home.

Rinduku this time is not for Kak Melati anymore completely, but for Adit who has started to be able to speak one or two words, and also has made Kak Melati also Bu Mega complain of soreness in the legs because it continues to follow the steps of Adit who does not want to be silent.

Like the day after that I was on Vidio call with Kak Melati and Adit arrived to have taken Kak Melati's cell phone and taken her way here and there without being allowed to turn it off. Show off these toys, those toys, Adit does too. And the last one told me to sing without stopping until he fell asleep.

"Tii Wa's. A cow." That's what he said at the time. The meaning is "Aunty of Roses, Allahul Kafi." And as if tirelessly, let me repeat it ten times Adit will still shake his hands and buttocks left and right. Exactly fictional character child Teletubies.

"Ehem, ahem." Deheman Bia's voice dawned on me a long daydream about Adit's cuteness. Dribbling my head towards Bia, I found Bia's face radiant with her right hand resting.

I widened my eyes as a question mark for Bia who still did not want to throw her gaze away from me, instead adding eyebrow movements up and down.

"What.?" Tanyaku.

Bia giggled for a moment before finally opening her voice. "Magain think that Bakpia love yesterday well." I hit Bia's hand slowly, but it was enough to make Bia complain because her face fell on the wooden table.

"Absolutely you are." I said quickly while shaking my head slowly remembering the kindness of Mas Karang to me every time I met. And the Bakpia I brought from Laundry's house yesterday was also a gift from Mas Karang who had just returned from out of town.

And for almost five months now, even though we weren't intense. Mas Karang often reminded me of his debt to take me to lunch with him every short meeting we had at the Laundry house. However, until now I still did not dare to say yes, because I did not have a specific reason to accept the offer. Also, because I don't want to be bothered with reasons that are definitely leading to lies.

"It's dumb again. Chekep yah who gave Bakpia yesterday." Say Bia again.

I shook my head more and more to hear Bia's words. "Secakep cute him, still cute brother I was thinking about." I intentionally whispered that to Bia.

"God. Who's lucky that's." Reply Bia no less shrivelled. Because obviously there will be problems if others hear us talking about the ikhwan.

"You know, or you want to know." My God again to Bia, who is now nodding with certainty towards me, so that I have no power to hold my laughter anymore.

"No need to continue. I know you're just kidding. Your face can't lie." Bia said suddenly when I started laughing.

"Well, since I can't lie to you, I'll tell you who I'm thinking of." I answered with half my mouth shut.

"Surely also Kak Melati, if not Adit." I blinked one eye at Bia as a sign that Bia's guess was correct. "It's true."

We went back to silence and similarly noticed the cloudy black hanging pitch on the south side right in the Mountain area. As if there the storm is raging, until the gusts of strong wind that brings with it the cold as reported the situation there.

"Honestly, I'm curious about the people who give you Bakpia, War." Said Bia restarting our chat.

"I've never told you who he is." I replied calmly, while making a painting on the glass that was filled with dew.

"Look. I'm just curious about the same person." Answer Bia again.

"Follow off to Laundry's house when if it's fitting she's purifying her clothes." Answer me lightly.

I kept my finger on the windowpanes, and gradually the sketches I made were clear. And somehow arrived suddenly berbesit in my brain smile Mas Karang who like no stranger I have seen before.

"Front vacation doesn't come to Laundry's house." Replied Bia jerking the shadow of Mas Karang's thin smile.

"May, just there help help you work so that your benefits are there." I said unwillingly to heed Bia's objectionable face.

"May, I can work there. Instead of drawing two games yesterday for me. Tomorrow you're ready to buy the cloth."

"Where can it be like that. It was a special design for Ning Ruha and the other for Kak Melati."

"Then make me one, before your design gets expensive." Say Bia with her distinctive tone. "Please. Yeah, yeah." I shook my head again to see Bia's behavior. And about the seduction emrayu I have to admit that Bia is very good at doing it to me without me being able to reject it, there is also no element of coercion afterwards.

"See saha later." My words ahirnya that managed to make Bia's smile widen.

"Thank you, pretty rose." Kissing my cheek repeated by Bia to make me fight because of pain as well as uncomfortable. And in fact the rain this time made us stay in the classroom without any Ustadz or Ustadzah present and only his duty came to do.

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A week has passed, and the ten-day semester has begun. Be it for the Madrasah or the Early, but it only applies to the class below me. For my class up, there is a holiday but the duties are also many. So, it will be the same, because we are also busy riwa riwi preparing the task materials and so on.

Using Pesantren alma mater suit complete with name tag. Bia and I are ready to go out looking for a reference for the paper we are working on. And it's been repeatedly Bia reminded me not to piggyback on speeding.

"Don't speed it, War." Bia said again when I was about to put on my helmet.

"Don't just hemm dong, War. I'm really afraid to know." Say Bia with a melas tone.

"Yes, I know. If you keep fussing, I can forget." I said so until I was made to complain by the hand of Bia who had pinched my arm. "It hurts, Bi."

"Eat him, don't joke. You know that I'm really afraid of riding a motorcycle." Sergey Bia.

"Yes, yeah. I don't think you've ever screwed me. I'm going to get hot." I said when I started the bike. "Let's stop by for a while somewhere to grab some Laundry groceries."

"So where do we take it."

"Slowly slow Bi up." I was shocked when Bia who arrived suddenly climbed with my shoulder as a handle, until the motor slightly shook. "Then get used to the horror first, if I talk. Take it home, so we go to our destination." I went on and I didn't hear any noise from Bia in the back.

We are like mute people, because throughout the journey Bia did not allow me to talk with a ridiculous reason, that is, so that I am more concentrated. Yes, it is true, but that does not mean I should not protest at all against Bia who is holding on tight like a child who is afraid to fall from his father's arms.

And this still continues when I take the Laundry goods, and the goods that must be brought quite a lot. Protests worried loudly Bia lay. How to take it, later if you do how and so on until I tell Bia to be quiet and obey me.

Bia doesn't know, if I used to love racing wild Erik, so a little bit I know the technique of riding a motorcycle and can set the speed according to time. Again I also know the machine, so it is not new for me to know the kendarana that I ride in a stable state or not.

After about half an hour of driving, we arrived at Rash Laundry with Bia's body trembling. Even almost fell when walking into the terrace of the Laundry house. The cold sweat that came out from some corner of Bia's body left me worried.

Lucky for me, because not long after Bia and I came, Mas Karang's car entered the Laundry yard.

"Mas, please check on my friend." I said frantically as soon as Mas Karang got out of his car without waiting for Mas Karang to convey the meaning of his arrival here. The answer is, of course, because you want to wash.

Mas Karang rushed to follow in his footsteps after picking up the equipment in his small bag and stopped in the living room, where Bia was sitting on the sofa with her face paled and her body still shaking.

I noticed Mas Karang who was focusing on examining Bia, and I don't know which demon whispered my thoughts. Until I subconsciously made a spiculation with my own mind that Mas Karang is quite handsome while being clad in a Stethoscope. And it made my chest warm.

"How did Mas.?" I asked still with a worried tone, but seeing Mas Karang's smile carved on his thick lips made me a little relieved. And it gets even stranger when Mas Karang widens his smile while packing his equipment.

"Mas, my friend why.?" I asked again, sata Mas Karang did not immediately answer my question.

"This time you have no reason to refuse my invitation to lunch, Rose." Mas Karang paused his words while waiting for my reaction to be confused by his words.

"Your friend is just too hungry, because of excessive fear." Mas Karang.

I looked at Bia who was trying to grin at me, and was eager for me to shout out her name loudly. Why did I believe Bia who said I was still full when I had lunch.

"Well, come on, fear your friend might faint, rose." Say Mas Karang again.

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Roses, must be complete so well call it Mas Karang. But, kok e sweet well..

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