Roses Are Not in Love
My Heart Easy Baper.

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*Something difficult the way.

As bitter as any ordeal.

God always cares.

God is only as far as do'a.

Rest assured..

God's plan is far more beautiful than our plan.

Just..

Need to bow down to pray and look up to be grateful.

Then..

Allah has made his heart happy with the beauty of his destiny*.

The first post I made on my social media account to divert that feeling I should somehow call it. Is it or is it Baperkah.? I think both of them are feeling. This feeling suddenly dominated me, as if the sky was dark without jewelry. While the night is scattered stars with the Moon is actually bright with the shape of a sickle.

Just a few minutes away, twenty-one is my age. Transition from a teenager to an adult girl. And still I do not ask for anything other than the pleasure of the heart of all the writings of destiny that are laid out on me, he said, so that I can always be a grateful person without having to feel jealous with the happiness of others.

The clock sounded twelve times. The murmuring of my thanksgiving also walked slowly away from the roof, hoping that tomorrow my turmoil would change with happiness. Stepping into the room, as much as possible I dim the sound of my steps, so as not to disturb other friends. Then I lay myself beside Bia to pick up my dream.

It was as if I had been asleep for a few minutes, so Bia had to wake me up to

qiyamul lail which is done in congregation. And it's done to train discipline for all of us here.

Still half-literate, I sat down while returning my consciousness completely. However, I was not fully aware, Bia had first doused me with water and then followed by the sound of laughter by other friends.

"Bii.." I'm surprised. And just about to continue my words, again Bia has acted quickly. An egg broke on my head, then alternated whatever had landed on my head. As if they were making omlets with the media of my head.

Tears kept on pouring from my eyes along with the congratulations and alternating warm hugs that my garden garden gave me. And of all that, it is clear that it is the strands of do'a that I am constantly amenable to. Until we are too late to do our routine activities.

Here we are now, in the warm morning sun, the eight of us were punished for cleaning Ndalem's fish pond. And as if without deterrence with our punishment, my friend still cool to me, especially Bia.

"The mud is good for the skin, War." Bia said while sticking mud from the pool into my face.

"Yes, what else if the skin is white like yours.!" I said directly to repay Bia's actions.

"It's been a good year, Mommy Rose." Said another friend of mine and had also put mud on my forehead.

"All right, I'm quitting this time. But, don't know the same one up there." I replied while pointing to one of the difficult managers ready to reprimand us.

The end of the punishment this time continued by all of them, without having to involve me again. Because, at exactly nine o'clock I had to leave for the Laundry house. Why did I leave this morning, because today is on payday, so it requires me to take the money first and report to Nyai's mother.

Today, it was as if not just Bia and my comrades were joking with me. Motorcycle tires also joke with me. In a journey that should have taken me half an hour, I had to retreat for about an hour. Because I had to lead the motor to find a workshop.

Wal results, after walking about a kilo away until I was in the workshop. Waiting for the tire in the patch I also choose to see medicinal plants in pots that are likely planted by the Wife of Mas patch Ban. Finished with the business of Ban, I also immediately slid to my destination, namely rash Laundry.

Welcomed the friendly smile of Madam Shasa I also rushed inside after greeting one by one my coworkers. I rushed straight to my room, preparing my friend's bookkeeping and payday, until I got late inside without knowing what was going on out there.

The knock on the door of my room and with the door open afterwards, made me lift my head to see who was coming into my room. And I saw Madam Shasa who was standing in the doorway complete with her sweet smile.

"Sir, someone wants to see you." Mbak Shasa said still with a smile on his face.

"Who's Ma'am." I asked by looking back at the data I was inputting.

"Customer." Answer Ms. Shasa. "Don't wear it for long, Ma'am." Ma'am Shasa continued by directly leaving my room.

Sighing for a moment, I also chose to save my data especially duku, before finally I even went down the stairs to get to the bottom floor.

"Mister Shasa, where's looking for me.?" I asked Mbak Shasa who was at the pantry door with three other friends.

"There's in the living room, ma'am." Ma'am Shasa replied and looked unwell when she saw me staring at the plate she was carrying.

"Kok on gathering here what's up.?" I asked the question about the dialogue when something happens, what else if it is related to the safety of workers.

"Yes, really, Ma'am. That's the guest's been waiting for it, it's not good if it's longer waiting." Timpal Mbak Shasa as if deliberately immediately kicked me out.

According to the wishes of Mbak Shasa who was playing secret secrets, I also chose to step towards the living room. And when my foot just stepped on the living room door, I knew who was sitting waiting for me.

Almost a week after lunch together yesterday, I did choose to avoid Mas Karang, and now instead he came here with the aim of meeting me. Can I just let my feelings out for a moment.?

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Karang." Sapaku slowly while taking the furthest seat from Mas Karang.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Mas Karang replied while commenting on his thin smile.

Throwing away my gaze I began to organize the words, so as not to appear arrogant in the hadaoan of our customers. "What would Mas Karang say. I hope it's not dissatisfaction with the service we provide."

Mas Karang laughed at my words, immediately immediately looked at me from what I could see from the tail of my eyes, it was quite intense in doing it. "I thought we were friends, Rose. But, seeing your prudence in speaking, it seems that I am indeed only you consider as a customer of the business you run."

I lifted my head to look at Mas Karang who still left a smile on his lips even though it was not as wide as before. "I'm sorry, it's not like that, it's just that the arrival arrived and looked for me directly. So, I guess it's the customer and manager's business." I replied, and honestly I didn't mean it at all, I just kept my attitude to be polite in front of customers.

"It's wrong of me too." Said Mas Karang while looking at the expensive watch that circled his wrist. "It's not time for a break yet either. But, I can at this moment. That's why I came quickly." Mas Karang.

"So, what can I help you with, Mas Karang..?" I said quickly.

"Let's have lunch together." Mas Karang said no less quickly.

I shook my head slowly while smiling stiffly towards Mas Karang. "Sorry." Saying slowly.

"I know you will answer like that. That's why lunch didn't bring it here." Mas Karang said with a smile that re-emerged along with the arrival of Mbak Shasa with other friends with a happy birthday song that echoed in the room.

Closing my mouth with both hands, I looked at Mas Karang who was now standing taking over the small box that was illuminated by a small candle. Back, tears should fall down my cheeks, as Mas Karang approached me.

"Come on, in the wind, the rose." Say Mas Karang.

I looked at Mas Karang who was glowing by the candlelight. And somehow Mas Karang looks much more attractive than yesterday, and this chest just keeps getting warmed up for him.

"Buruan, Roses." Back Mas Karang said.

The little candle wax is dead with the hard effort I made to blow it. And it looks like the contents of the small box which is a donut with various toppings.

"Happy birthday, Rose. May always be blessed, the age of barokah and also close his soul mate." Amin Amin from behind Mas Karang sounded so loud. What's more when Mas Karang's index finger popped into my nose, and left the chocolate from the doughnut as a trace.

If I could dodge quickly then I would choose not to be touched by the finger of Mas Karang, which it managed to make me fly my race in the free air and tear down the defense of my heart fortress which is now jumping happily.

Why is my heart so weak, and so easily warmed up by someone's kind demeanor. And that someone, obviously, is not worth me. And my heart is hard to remember anything else persuaded not to easily baper with people who are good to me. It could be Mas Karang doing this, because he remembered his sister who fi the city there.

But my heart is already Baper. If I could say. Mas Karang, please don't be too kind to me, because I'm afraid my heart misunderstands your kindness and instead thinks it's a special feeling for me. My heart's easy Baper.

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Yes yes, yes. The real Mas Coral is the same as the Rose. Ghosting duang..?

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By: Ariz Coffee.

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