Roses Are Not in Love
Falling In Love The Second.

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No one ever knew how fast our do'a would work. If, I could have laughed at my prayer last night, then I would have called this the answer to my prayer. Replacing my turmoil with excessive happiness. Even the excess ranking, the heat of the afternoon sun feels cool to my chest.

Inside my chest was strewn with flowers until every step I felt light, what else added with my salary envelope that I have now moved into several parts of the envelope for my routine every payday.

And the happy setok in my chest grew more and more when I looked at the front of my motorbike, there hung some yellow rice boxes left over the tumpeng that were shared earlier. It's not the rice that keeps me smiling, but the person who gives yellow rice is the reason for the smile and my chest does not want to stop kojotan.

Yeah, like I thought, my heart is so easy, Baper. And I enjoy this. At least I'll let my heart be happy for today. Yeah, just today. After that I will make a partition for this feeling of not knowing myself.

Back carving my smile widened, when the bike I ride slowly I turn to a house whose wall paint has faded. Still complete with my helmet and jacket, I walked to the door and knocked slowly while saying hello and from inside I could hear my greeting.

"From his voice it seems like this is Nak Ayu coming." A grandmother opened the door and recognized my voice. Yep, it has been almost two years I often stop by his house, so the word is only a minute or two.

"Ahh, Grandma why can you guess right." I answered as I reached for the hand of Grandma who had lost her sight from that young age.

"The sound is special." Said Grandma while inviting me to sit on the terrace chair.

Stabbing my face with both hands, Grandma smiled as soon as she stopped right at the tip of my lips. "What makes Nak Ayu so happy today."

My face immediately reddened to hear Grandma's words, then immediately shifted the subject. "Where are you, Grandma."

"Dian was ready to do Scout training, son." Answer Grandma.

"Oh, fine then just leave it to Dian." I took a crackle containing some Donuts brought by Mas Karang this afternoon, and it was a little melted chocolate because of the heat. "Also, it's a little sustenance today, Grandma." I continued while tucking in the thickest envelope in Grandma's hand.

"Alhamdulillah, Son Ayu. Thank you very much. We owe you a lot, son." Said Grandma accompanied by a stuffing that made me also glass and grabbed Grandma in my arms. That makes him even more nervous.

Since getting to know Dian, the little girl with all her active behavior. I felt like I was flasback with how I was as a kid. Both parents live together. The difference is, I do not have anyone after, while Dian has her Grandmother as a place to pour everything.

And as for luck, there's more to me than Dian. Because I have the family of Mr. Agung who supports everything, and Kak Melati as my spirit. Because I feel this fate, which makes me always try hard so that I can help ease the burden of both the same people need support.

"Sorry, Grandma. This time Ayu can't take long." I said, because I saw at the end of the cloud hanging black suddenly, like the heat from before had never happened.

"Yes, it looks like it's going to rain soon, son. It felt like the wind was starting to blow cold."

"really. On the side of the mountain is thick cloudy." My answer.

"May it be just rain, and bring no disaster to those who live there." I guaranteed Grandma's words, then rushed apart.

Back darting onto the slightly bumpy black road, I continued on to my next destination. And still the same goal, which is to spend my salary today.

Driving a little leisurely, I felt like I was being watched, so I had to stop a few times to make sure that what I was thinking was not right. And sure enough, it was just my feeling. Because behind me there was nothing, apart from the vehicle that was walking behind me.

Continuing my goal this time, I had to hurry enough because the sky was really crying out quickly just as I was done with my envelope. Irregular wind makes the eyesight cringe, plus large trees that like to be soft in waves and the wind.

Breaking through the swift rain and the storm of the wind with reckless, finally I arrived at Pesantren even though a little late a few minutes and went straight into the bathroom, immediately, then hurry to join with other friends who have been passionate about his book.

After the activity was over, we also returned to their respective dormitories with rain that seemed to have no tired of dropping him. And as usual, it was me and Bi it was who entered our room the most.

As soon as we entered, all eyes immediately looked at the two of us. No, no, not the two of us but just me. Because, Bia also looked at me questioningly after seeing the crackle containing a rice box that I put in the corner of the room with rain water as well.

"Sorry, I was hunting. Don't get cold first." I said as I headed towards my locker to put my book. "This is not looking for a mop." After a few minutes there was no protest from other friends.

"Who's this..?" Ask Bia curious.

"Get you all." I replied calmly and returned my cheeks meet red considering the giver.

"Well, Kulluhum free Ma'am." Triak Bia who had immediately opened the soaked red crackle.

Bia split one, then one of my roommates read the do'a meal which was then followed by opening the rice box.

"Wah yellow rice, Roses are very good, do not buy cakes but buy rice. It makes you full." Say Bia while scooping the rice gully.

"That's really. It's really good to know, War." Bia.

"Truly, there are also many dishes. By the way buy it here on deket." The word from the others, made everyone now look at me.

I scratched my head that was not itchy with my head that had now begun to bow to hide my already pink face. "Don't know where to buy it, it's a customer's gift."

"Huk, uhuk, uhuk." Bia immediately choked on hearing my answer.

"Well, good for the customer. Thank God the blessing of this Rose Ma'am mah." Say one of us and then follow with the others also convey his gratitude also good do'a good for the good people who give rice. Eits, but that doesn't apply to Bia. Because Bia just smiles with an unclear smile while looking at me.

After the meal, we had time for Muthola'ah together while discussing the chapter taught today. Then, one by one, asked for a break, leaving Bia and me alone.

Still with the heavy rain and cold that bit, over time I also gave up and wanted to end my discussion with Bia. However, Bia immediately pulled my hand out of the room.

"What the hell is it, Bi. Cold tau." I put my hands on my shoulders to ward off the cold of the night with the rain.

"Aih, aih, who wanted to immediately touch the pillow, then imagine her face. Ahem, ahem." Answer Bia.

"What the hell is Bi, it's not clear." My answer.

" Want to tell yourself, or do I mean to tell you.?" Said Bia with a face made cute in front of me.

"What story.?"

"You sure there's nothing you need to tell me.? Or indeed you want to keep it to yourself until the person who loves yellow rice I meet and introgates it myself." Say Bia relax.

"Your face is very funny." Bia continued to be followed with a faint laugh.

I covered my face with both hands, and in those hands, my smile was expanding along with an incredible sense of shame.

"The Coral's yeah." Bia's words successfully made my chest shake happily, then disarm Bia just by nodding slowly.

"So what happened earlier." Bia asked again, and my lips with an occasional smile began to tell me what happened last afternoon when Mas Karang gave me a surprise birthday until Mas Karang left after.

And I don't know why I told Bia everything. All I know, Bia will definitely make fun of me after this, even though it will not cross the line also know the place. But, why does my heart feel so happy to tell Bia about Mas Karang.

Exactly, like when Bang Daffa greeted me, or just telling Bang Daffa to others. But, this I just mention his name already makes me happy half to death. To forget, that I only gave myself time to think about it until this day was over. Which means tomorrow after I wake up I have to forget about Mas Karang. And quench this feeling so as not to settle down.

I am in love for the second time. If, yes. Please someone remind me I will hurt love alone. It would be sad to be carried away by a feeling that only one-sided, it was far stifling.

"There's no harm in falling in love, War. Because love is human." Bia paused her words, then continued again with a laugh. "Perhaps, it could be you Khadijahnya Mas Karang."

Blusss, my face really reddened hearing Bia's words just now. And immediately remembered the call Mas Karang for me the first time. Khadijah, hopefully the call is not just a coincidence. Hopefully, my silent love will reach him, as Khadijah loves Rosululloh.

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