Roses Are Not in Love
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Khadija, I kept pushing back the tagname in my hand while continuing to peck at the face of the owner of the object in my hand so that I would not forget once I met him again. For a month already, the Tagname has always been a loyal occupant of my pocket and accompany wherever I live my activities.

Strange indeed, because only this time I care so much about the belongings of others as well as thinking too much about people I do not know. Maybe it was because I felt indebted to him.

Even more strange, when I actually often stop at the place where the first time the tagname can come with me when the road that I have to go is not through that road, just for reasons that are not logical. Who knows, he'll meet her, or he'll pass by.

A month, that month was not a short time for me to go back and forth on that road. But I never met that little girl. Never meet, just look at it never. It was as if he was raipping in the earth.

Today, I have promised in my heart that I will never see Khadijah again. So, I will leave the tagname where I first met him, and bury the gratitude I had intended to encourage him to eat together.

Preparing for Koas at the Hospital, I just realized it turns out my official clothes have not been taken from the laundry, I have not taken, by being ready I also decided to take it all the way to the Hospital because I thought I could change clothes there later.

Out of the Laundry house, I was like being drawn to a corner in a two-story building, three with a clothesline rooftop. Quitting my slow steps, for a moment I turned my gaze around, and stopped right at the second-floor window.

A silhouette of a girl or a woman who was sitting also looked at me, but it was not at all clear because the sun that bounced on the window glass made me glare. Maybe it was the sight of the person up there who was leading me to look that way.

Surprisingly, I was curious, so for a while I was still reluctant to turn away and the more my curiosity was so great. Although, in my brain I'm having a great discussion, about the person up there who might not be human.

Shaking slowly to regain my brain consciousness, I continued my path and rushed towards the Hospital. Drowning in the busyness and focus in with the routine while continuing to learn that's what I've been doing for four years. Until I sometimes forget, that the world out there is more fun than books and games that I observe every day.

Being a Surgeon was my childhood dream, although for that I had to try much harder and forget some of the excitement of world affairs, then make my own world into color in my opinion without caring about the complex of people know or my siblings.

Staying away from them since High School, does not mean I am not close to them, precisely because I separated from them makes me closer to all of them, especially with my Brother and sister.

Today at the Hospital quite in the busy with acquaintances again and again, especially with the son of the Prokerin children of several Health Academies. It can even be said for this year is quite a bit booming.

After all the stale and other bases, it was also time to take a break. I pulled over on the third floor right next to the observation room, there was an empty place that was enough to calm the brain, complete with fruit tree grove from the parking area which is a sight as well as greening.

I jingle my gaze towards the parking while paying attention to the motion of the vehicle that is not so crowded, but quite appreciable there is movement with continuous alternation between the coming and going. And just wanted me to take my eyes off of it, when I arrived I caught a face that was like a stranger to me.

"Khadija, it's Khadija, I don't get it wrong." I whispered slowly, then immediately walked down to meet him.

It's been like crazy or worse already like a possessed person just what I did. I kept running around looking from one aisle to the other, looking for her whereabouts. And I'm sure by what I'm doing right now, I'm completely insane.

"That's it." I said to myself, when I found the silhouette of Khadija walking through the crowd towards the canteen. I jostled along with her fairly nimble steps for the size of a little girl like her, until I had to bump into the person who made me stop for a while.

The closer I got, the more convinced it was Khadija, but strangely as I called out her name, she had no reaction at all, it was precisely what he seemed to be in a daze as I called out his name while rushing towards him. Maybe, because he did not know me so it was natural that he looked confused and instead walked into the cafeteria with his leisure.

Rose, why can I not think of the picture on the back of the yellow paper. And precisely the focus with the name Khadijah listed is quite large there. Which turns out it was his Asramama name. And what surprised me even more, was that he turned out to be the manager of Laundry owned by a friend during my High School.

The world can sometimes be just as wide as a mere moringa leaf. But, it is precisely we who make the drama by continuing to spin around in a real place the round is only around us. For even God has not yet desired to find the time he has set.

"That's what God and the angels said, just take note of it." The simple words amazed me, when I offered to eat together. Not rejecting and not agreeing, that's the answer that is left hanging in the air. And because of that, I had reason to ask him to talk that was far from my usual other than with my family.

Six months passed, the promise of lunch together never became a realization. To this very day I got my Doctor's degree, I still haven't been able to keep my promise to eat together. Leaving my Brother and Sister-in-law after the event was over, I was determined to pay off my debt immediately. Because, I feel my time in the future will often be spent in the Hospital.

Isn't this strange, this sense of return is too much I did to him. Even though he never wanted it, I tend to be a little pushy. What kind of feeling is this.? Feelings of reciprocity, feelings of care, feelings of admiration, or feelings of curiosity.?

This time there was no reason for her to refuse my request, and in her usual still-as-usual style, she finally sat down before me to eat together. And in fact this heart still does not want to be satisfied just by eating together today, then make me tie it with the promise of eating in another day.

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Rarely in this day and age, there is a girl like her, who is not gedged in her hands while doing good, or busy in her left hand perpetuating her kindness as content while her right hand is giving to others.

And I put more and more respeck, when I gave her a surprise birthday. Don't ask me how I knew his birthday, which was obviously from a tagname that was accidentally carried away by me almost a year ago.

I continued to follow him after coming home from Laundry, and again made me have to add a stock of respeck against him, even to the rain repa rain for a good cause, and that's the good that is hidden from others. And it made me want to be close to him, even if it was just a conversation.

Three days passed, the rain became my barrier to just see it from a distance. And what other news this morning that I got, made me in the daze of turmoil that I shouldn't feel. Imagining having to be in a shelter for up to a few days, makes me feel a little strange if I do not take the time to say goodbye to Roses.

But, where are you going.? Let alone the phone number, the address where he lived I never knew. Yes, it just so happens that it never knows where it is. And I'll enjoy this coincidence, be able to make the best use of this coincidence when he says he'll take me to the disaster shelter.

Today, I know the other side of the Rose. The rose that I had seen for almost a year, as a calm girl though not very calm, today she showed me the side of her bar bar while riding an iron horse in an extreme way, even a sandalwood like a bandage.

And I realized more and more that I didn't recognize her at all and was only full of admiration for her as she helped Yesha deal with a maternity mother in a refugee camp. Add one admiring stock that I have towards him. Until it can be seen by Mas Karim, who is none other than the son of Kyai where Roses draw Science, as well as my best friend.

"If you really like Mbak Mawar does not matter Mas Karang, as long as it penetrates his family. Ask nicely and aim for worship, so as not to add to sin." Mas Karim said when he noticed my gaze on the Rose.

"Ah, that's too far if there's Mas." Kalem answered.

"If the intention is to play or date better not Mas. But, if indeed Mas Karang there is serious intention with Mbak Roses I am ready to bridge." Timpal Mas Karim seriously and I did not answer him again.

I still had doubts about my feelings and I decided to stay away for a few days from the Roses. But, not even a day I was in another refugee camp, I actually thought more about the Rose. And I keep ringing the words of Mas Karim, who does not allow play of feelings to avoid sin, which is likely also to Zina if it is continued.

But after this afternoon, I saw Roses, Yesha and Bia staring at Om Om Loreng filled with amazed gazes, making my heart uneasy, the unwillingness of the smile the Rose gave to others made my chest heat up, and here I realized the feeling I had for the Rose was not a feeling of awe. I am in love with the rose.

It was too slow indeed to know the name of the feeling that was on my chest. And tonight, taking advantage of the Rose's unique fear of Cats, made me forget Mas Karim's advice. I express my feelings for the rose.

"At least it must have to be superior and special qualifications when looking at anyone who wants, so that later it becomes quite appropriate if it is desired to be the last port. I am not who is not what, for that let me be what and who, so that later there is no shame in being on the side or vice versa" The long words accompanied by a red pseudo on his face, made me steady and not regret expressing my feelings to him tonight, even though we agreed to keep enough joy in our hearts.

The way people fall in love is indeed very strange, almost a year know, no communication means that long, nor know each other's origin, do not know what they like and do not like, and do not like, but in fact love flourished in both of our hearts. May this growing love continue to bloom, until we are truly ready to tell the world that there is love blooming in our chest.

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