Roses Are Not in Love
Happiness in the Midst of Disaster

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Three days without the sun showing himself as well as the rain that continues to rampage, making dawn this time as if it would bite the bones, bone, until most of us who are following the study after dawn choose to wrap themselves with prayer mats or mucena that we deliberately did not release before.

The sound of the river across the walls of Pesantren loud rough rang out from where we were, even the river flow came out of the river lips to flood the rice fields of the citizens, also able to knock down the old Pesantren fort building on the north side of the right Putra dormitory. Until it felt like the river was right next to us.

All the more it makes us feel bad, when the news came to tell us that there was a landslide followed by flash floods afterwards. And it was right in the mountainous area, until the main line connecting the two districts was cut off, due to avalanche material that covered the road in total.

If I recall the location of the mountain road, residential residents are on the slopes and under the road, which means it is definitely a disaster this time claimed many lives.

I can't imagine how cold they are right now, and I'm covered in prayer as if I can't shake the cold this morning. And, ahh. Imagining the panic and haste of those awakened to save themselves, made me shudder in horror. What else when I imagine how many children are victims there, screaming and crying for help. The pain felt directly on my chest.

Discussion about the disaster that occurred, became a byword between us here, what else there are some Santriwan and Santriwati who are from the village where the disaster occurred. And until now there are some of their families who have not been able to contact.

The weather still can not be said to be bright, but quite mengedan than a few days ago. The sun has started to penetrate thick clouds, even though only for a few minutes and then again covered with thin clouds. And that was quite a relief for us, because then the rescue team and volunteers will soon be able to enter to provide assistance without worrying about the hostile weather.

At eight o'clock, I was ready to go to Laudry's house, not because of the work, but because I remember the barge in front of the laundry house which is often filled with garbage when the rain comes with his senses. I was worried about water going in and soaking some property.

I came out right along with Gus Karim who was also ready with his Offroud vehicle. And indeed to get into the disaster area requires such a vehicle. Now I just realized, Gus Karim expensive hobby turned out to be useful as well as can be relied on at a time like this.

Taking the opposite direction to Mas Karim, I also pushed my gas pedal and reached the place I was headed with a feeling of relief. Because what I'm worried about doesn't happen. It wouldn't make sense, if I just came to check things out without doing anything. So, I rushed to take a broom and swept from the inside to get to the yard.

It took me half an hour to do that. And because the laundry was still off for a few days, I also chose to return to Pesantren.

Back carrying the iron horse slowly, I saw on the street was crowded with volunteers who collect donuts for disaster victims. And not infrequently who plunge directly into the road.

Until the fork in the road was about to enter Pesantren, my eyes caught a car that stopped right on the shoulder of the road, and do not ask why my eyes were reluctant to move my gaze, he said, because I realized whose car it belonged to. Yes, that car belongs to the man who died three days ago I didn't let it touch my brain or my heart.

After a long debate with my heart, my brain finally lost to my heart, which is why I also turned back the direction of my bike to the road that I should not have passed to return to Pesantren.

Without a lot of drama, I immediately pulled my bike right next to the Mas Karang car that was crashing again. And seeing my presence, Mas Karang was quite shocked and immediately swept over the ones that had rolled up my sleeves.

"Rose, where are you around here.?" Ask the Coral.

"I will indeed live near here Mas Karang." I said by checking the car engine Mas Karang. "This is why it's so fussy again." I muttered alone.

"You live near here." Mas Karang said a little surprised. Seeing me who nodded for sure, Mas Karangpun finally continued his words. "Means you live in Mas Karim's boarding house or your house is here.?" Ask the Coral.

"Mas Karang knows Gus Karim." Means back.

"Mas Karim was a friend of mine at High School." Replied Mas Karang while smiling faintly.

"This is like Akinya. Where Aki Aki is dry, so must be cased for a while to walk." I said without looking a little at Mas Karang.

"How long does it take in cas.?" Mas Karang asked while watching his watch.

"I guess seven hours with ten percent flow."

"The fastest way how.?" Tanya Mas Karang really.

"Replace Aki, if you don't find another car continue to ride." My answer honestly coincided with the cellphone from Mas Karang which was sounding.

Mas Karang told me to stay in my place as long as Mas Karang raised his phone call. And, stupidly people like it like me, who just obey the words of Mas Karang against me.

Samar, I heard the talk of Mas Karang and the people over there. And Mas Karang replied that it would be there soon as possible. Stepping back towards me Mas Karang looked furious.

"Near here is there a car rental, Rose.?" Ask the Coral.

"Kayak e no Mas. Is there a problem, M.?"

"Yes, I have to get to where the disaster happened. There's a lot of drugs I've brought." Obviously Mas Karang.

I kept quiet for a moment while thinking. "The coral can't be anther if it's urgent." I said quietly, and by that saying, I continued to condemn my folly by offering help. But what is the power, the word that has already come out will also not be able to be pulled back. So at this time I only hope that Mas Karang rejects it.

"If not so, the bike Mas Karang just bring." I continued quickly.

"No, I can't ride a bike. That's why I need you to piggyback me." Said Mas Karang seriously in the middle of my dumb face.

"Mas." Mas Karang seemed to know what was bothering my mind when I paused my speech.

"Just get me there, Rose. Let me call Mas Karim about the permit." Mas Karang.

"But Mas." I said worse.

"What else, Roses. Time like this is very important for those who need treatment. So hurry up." There was a strong tone from Mas Karang, and behind that firm tone was concern for the safety of the crowd.

Throwing away the bad taste and on the basis of the call of conscience, I immediately grabbed my helmet. "This car ain't nothing to put here." I asked while turning the motor.

"So I've contacted the workshop." Putting his weight behind me, Mas Karang managed to make my hands tremble with nervousness. All my age, this time I'm hugging a guy. Thought.

"Lumayan a bit long journey." Said Mas Karang, whether it's for him or invite me to talk, because I chose to concentrate on the road that seemed to have its own wave.

An hour had passed, I began to turn my way out of the highway. Entering the rocky road that was exactly a river without water, made Mas Karang wrap his hands on my plate and it managed to disperse my concentration by occasionally kneeling amused.

"Mas, don't fasten the handle." I said a little scream to Mas Karang. Because I started to increase my speed when the road began to climb.

"You're riding an extreme bike, Rose." Reply Mas Karang also shouted a little.

"Rear grip only. Don't hold the same rose."

"Can't be, full of the same Backpacks."

I could only sigh in objection without being able to reveal it to Mas Karang, until we began to reconcile with some volunteers who also entered the disaster area. And, their gazes all seemed astonished by me and Mas Karang, obviously it was because women were piggybacking on men.

Right in the sterilized area with some Om Om Loreng guarding it, Mas Karang showed me his access card as a medic without getting off my bonce. Then the motorpun again drove to the tent refugee camp.

Not so far away, already seen a large colorful tent tent and ahh, why is this so sad when the sound of crying is still heard here. What's more when people go back and forth between being helped and helped, and the evacuation of more and more citizens while volunteers and teams in the field are less sufficient.

Mas Karang immediately got off my bike, as soon as I stopped the bike right on the sidelines, and without saying, said Mas Karang immediately stepped leaving me who was still busy arranging the motorbike so as not to block the way for others.

I was just about to help a middle-aged woman who was injured, when someone suddenly called out my name loudly and when I found the attacker it turned out to be Ms. Yesha. Closer to Sister Yesha, without asking my consent Yesha immediately told me to do something that left me in shock for a moment.

"Roses, don't think like that. Here are the lives we need to save, I'm asking you to follow my lead." Yesha said as soon as I entered the tent and found a pregnant woman in pain lying on a tarp on the ground. The pain of giving birth, that's what shocked me.

"OK, take a deep breath, War. You can do it." Yehsa's mother encouraged me.

Finally with legs shaking violently, I also try to be strong for the sake of mother and baby. And after nearly twenty minutes of struggling with a great thumping chest, the cry of the bayipun echoed in this small tent. With the dexterity of Sister Yesha, the red baby was already in front of me, Sister Yesha told me to clean with a clean cloth as she could, while Sister Yesha took care of her Mother Baby.

I cried, hugging the baby I had wrapped and handed it to his family outside the tent. I smiled at the family who thanked me sincerely, and I also wanted to go back into the tent again. However, my steps seemed heavy I did, because I felt that someone was watching me.

That's right, because when I looked back I found Mas Karang and Mas Karim looking at me, and the happiness in the midst of this disaster was increasingly washed away, when I saw it in my eyes, Mas Karang's smile showed pride in me. And I hope it's not just my gut feeling.

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