Roses Are Not in Love
Is It the Same Feelings

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Stretching the stiff muscles while enjoying the still natural air, I breathed in the morning air wet with dew. Forgetting a child around by keeping my eyes closed, I enjoy the pleasure that is still in the gift for me to feel this morning.

Satisfied with everything, I rolled back my sleeve and stepped confidently towards the general kitchen. Up there, shocked in my face I could not hide, because what I met were burly men who were busy cooking.

"I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong place." With a feeling of embarrassment and courage ahirnya I said then immediately ran without heeding the answers of the Om Om Loreng who had been busy teasing me.

"What's up, War.?" Ma'am Yesha asked astonished to see me enter the treatment tent in a hurry with breath gasping for breath.

I commented a smile full of shame towards Sister Yesha. "So his intention was to help in the kitchen, it was full of the same Om Om Loreng, Ma'am." Honestly answered.

"Oh yes. Well, let's dong like that, War." Yesha's response was just another one of my thoughts. "It's so cool to know them." Continue with Yesha. I only grimaced at a glance and chose to follow Sister Yesha who prepared the medicine.

"The baby that was yesterday was perfectly healthy, War. Look at the picture." Ms. Yesha showed us a picture of the baby and her mother that we helped yesterday.

"Lho said he was taken to the Puskesmas near Mbak.? How come this is like home.?" I asked, because from what I heard yesterday to be taken to Puskesmas behind the mountain.

"His mother did not want to, and also because both were in good condition." Reply Ma'am Yesha. "Today will be busy like e, War."

"Why Ma'am, instead of some medical help came to help.?"

Ma'am Yesha gave her thumbs up at me. "Yes, but it will also be for the person. This Mas Karang has also left for the other refugee camp. The rest will follow." I who had been focused with my hand, immediately turned to look at Sister Yesha to hear her speech.

I don't know what kind of feeling this is, there is a feeling of relief with Mas Karang leaving this place, because that way not every time I can see it and at the same time I can control my feelings for him. However, the other side of my heart, feels uncomfortable and wants Mas Karang to stay here.

"Wars. Are you okay.?"

I stammered, too, Sister Yesha. "Yes, Mommy."

"Sure.?" Ask Yesha again who still sees me intensely.

I nodded to Ms. Yesha, and Ms. Yesha smiled and took the medicine from my hand. "This is not the place here. Focus on dong."

"Sorry, Ma'am." I said with a stiff smile.

"It's okay, I know because you're not a health worker." I grimaced more and more to hear Yesha's Mother's words. Because Mother Yesha's words made me realize who I am.

"Yes, it's time to act. Must be spirit." Said Sister Yesha again while encouraging herself as well as me.

I continue to greet Ms. Yesha, interact with people who are injured and listen to their complaints. Not only from the wounds on the parts of the body that were suffered, but also every trauma that they tried to share with us all.

Other times, their homes, land and possessions can return to them, and help just keeps flowing for them. But something is sometimes forgotten, namely the trauma that may remain in their hearts. What's more when they have to lose their family members, like a child last night who until now is still like a daze.

Until the sun that should have shifted a little to the west, I don't know how many people were injured we continue to treat. Until I missed breakfast and lunch, and only realized that when my stomach suddenly sounded in silence, making everyone look at me.

"I forgot, War. You haven't eaten yet." Yesha said and immediately called her friend to replace her. Then took me to the soup kitchen which made me quite unable to dwell with the many adam there.

For me before, mingling with men was not an awkward thing, even though my friend was still just Erik. However, after I decided to study at Pesantren, shame, embarrassment and awkward often I feel without any command from anyone often I cross paths with the opposite sex, the opposite sex, what else is this until it's in the middle.

"Well, there are foods you can eat, no.?" Ask Ma'am Yesha to one of Om Om Loreng. "My friend hasn't eaten since morning." Continue with Yesha.

Five burly men looked at us along with a friendly smile, some deliberately teased us and Ms Yesha responded.

"What a pity, this hour has not eaten. Not afraid of fainting pretty girl." Say one of them.

"If you faint, there will be Brother Brother who will carry us." Instantly a boisterous sound of laughter echoed in the tent as Ma'am Yesha spoke, tweets and others as continued to alternate together with the sauts of Mbak Yesha and Om Om Loreng, while I only occasionally chimed in when Sister Yesha involved me in it.

Two bowls of Instant Noodles with half-mature eggs, accompany me and Sister Yesha on the trunk of the tree which is right beside the field. And not far from our place in the special camp of the Om Om Loreng, came some people who were just finished with their duties in the place of disaster.

"War, look at all of them. Make drool." Yesha said while pointing at them with her chin. K

I followed Ma'am Yesha's line of sight and was immediately choked by the boiled noodles I just chewed. "Huk, uhuk, uhuk."

"Why do you get choked up anyway, War. I can see that kind of spectacle." Sister Yesha smiled as she continued to look towards the horde who was taking off their top clothes. "I was in the movie Descendats of the Sun."

"What film is a Mama.?" I asked who did not know about the movie that was meant by Ms Yesha.

"The film is Oppa Song Joong Ki, cook you don't know." I immediately shook my head as Mother Yesha said. "Seriously you don't know, War." Ma'am Yesha's astonishment became more visible as if I were from another planet, because the language that General Yesha said I did not know.

"Captain Yoo, you don't know.?" Birthday Sister Yesha is still with her face, what else when I steady to shake her head. "In your house there's no TV, or no Internet, War."

"I live in a place where such things are forgotten by our busy lives."

"I mean.?" Now change the face of Sister Yesha who is confused to hear my words.

I smiled at a glance. "I live in Pesantren, Ma'am." My answer.

"She just fantasizes, Mother."

"You don't know the plot, you're confused about it."

"Yes Ma'am Yesha tell me first the outline of the film." My timpal.

"By the same time, the hunt disappears all of them apert. Anyway I just consider one of them Captain Yoo and I to be dr. Kang. Ahaha.." Breaking up Sister Yesha while continuing to look at them all with a smile that never severed from her lips.

"Put in the sarong, Ma'am." Yesha's mother hardened her laughter as soon as she heard my words.

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The night came back and the atmosphere was still almost the same as last night, only a little calm and the sound of laughter in the care tent was quite a lot heard. That's because the nurses and volunteers who spread a positive aura continue to motivate the victims to continue to be excited.

Tonight, I can also feel relief and rilex all over my body. That's because I took a shower this afternoon and changed clothes. No, because the clothes promised will be sent by Gus Karim come. Rather, Sister Yesha loaned her clothes to me at the request of Mas Karang.

After struggling to find a signal that was done by Mbak Yesha this afternoon by walking up and down quite far from the camp, actually got a message from Mas Karang to give me a shirt loan. And Sister Yesha seemed to have no objection to it, instead smiling meaningfully at me.

Enjoying the warm water in a potluck glass, I sat down again on the trunk of the tree that I was sitting with Sister Yesha. Dissolving myself with chaotic thoughts where, I continued to stare far into the sky filled with starlight.

It's like the stars here are much brighter than usual. Of course it is because here there is not so much lighting as in a big city city, so the effect is much brighter.

"It looks like it's from the city." I immediately turned to the origin of the voice that made my heart work hard enough by arriving, to make me stroke it slowly. "Shock it." Mas Karang.

I turned my head back, as long as it did not stare at Mas Karang. "Little." Overshipped.

"Mas Ka's.."

"Roses." We simultaneously talk at once stop at the same time, then the same look to review our smiles.

"Rose first, please." Say Mas Karang relaxing.

"Mas Coral first."

"It's okay, the rose first." Timpal Mas Karang quickly.

Honestly I was confused, and I don't know what makes me so confused about starting the word, when what I want to say is also not a strange thing. And it kept us quiet in a little long silence.

"Roses.?" Mas Karang said breaking the silence that actually happened between us.

"That, not Mas Karang was in another refugee camp. How come it's here again." I'm lirih.

"I'm replacing another friend."Answer Mas Karang relaxed. "Here I have something I brought from there." Continue Mas Karang while thrusting a thick-skinned fruit at once hard.

"Eh, this is what Mas." I said a little confused with the yellow-skinned fruit in the hands of Mas Karang.

"Let's guess what this is." My eyes unceasingly continued to observe the thick-skinned fruit in the hands of Mas Karang, and it made Mas Karang smile amusedly looking at me who still could not guess. "It's true city girl. Don't know what fruit this is." Mas Karang.

I grimaced unwell with Mas Karang's words. "I'm right this time I saw kayak gini fruit, Mas." My speech.

"Yes, this is for you, tomorrow's lunch will be delicious. Tomorrow when it's eaten new I tell you what fruit." Say Mas Karang while standing from where he sat. "Go get some rest, Rose." Mas Karang.

I still keep staring at the fruit that Mas Karang placed above my hand. Not out of curiosity for the fruit that makes me not want to turn away, but the warm rest of Mas Karang's hand that is still attached to the back of my hand, and the warm it creeps up to the chest, but the warm hands of Mas Karang, he asked a question that I could not answer.

"Would this time my heart not misunderstand the goodness of Mas Karang. Is that the same feeling I feel."

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