Roses Are Not in Love
Serba Salah's.

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Pine tree shoots are neatly lined and will occasionally sway along with the wind that hits it. Continuously darting in the mini bus, the pine tree is now left behind, replaced by a row of brown trees, then soon changed with a coffee tree.

At the highest peak on this mountain road, the driver chose to pull over his car and stepped towards the coffee shop lined on the edge of the cliff. There was no intention at all I wanted to come down, although all passengers chose to follow the driver to stretch their muscles by enjoying a cup of coffee or warm food.

Throwing away my gaze far behind the deep abyss and the hills behind it, my mind returned to the events almost a month ago. Right behind these two hills beyond the ravine, I wrote a new story for my fairly colorful history of life. At once, make a note that leaves regret.

There are many reasons for a person to love, but it only takes one reason to then turn that feeling of love into pain that leads him to hatred. I, do not want to hate Kak Melati, therefore I do not want to linger long at home.

Sometimes in silence, I put the question back in my mind. If it wasn't Kak Melati who caused everything to happen to my parents, maybe I would have grown up with their murderous affection. But again, I ask. If, not Kak Melati who was in that position, would I be as lucky as having Kak Melati as my neighbor.

A feeling of disappointment in dishonesty that I consider as insincerity, which then runs the ego. It took me a while to forget, to consider, and to encourage, and to accept the fact that I had nothing else but them as my relatives.

Fifteen minutes passed, all were back in his seat and the car again split the road to erode the remaining distance of kilo meters.

Being the first passenger to arrive at their destination, the car turns into a road much more narrow than the national road. And shortly after, it had entered the rice field area which was then followed by the gate of Pesantren.

The travel car I was riding just stopped right in front of the Pesantren Archway. I also went down quietly and took my luggage, not how long the car went to leave me who was still standing looking far ahead.

Sighing deeply, I stepped in with my innate step while looking down deeply, as if at the end of the shoe I was wearing was a diamond that was more dazzling than what was in front of me.

The closer I get to the gate of the Dormitory Princess, the more down my head. What's more when my steps are almost close in the courtyard of Dhalem. And my head immediately lifted. Not uplifted, rather I tiptoed in shock, when I heard someone sneezing.

His smile curved as our gazes met, and widened as I returned that smile with a faint smile.

"Dhemm, it's not halal Mas Karang." That's what Mas Karim said that made my eyes look back down and soon after continued my steps.

By Allah, love overcomes everything, including the veins of shame, and closes all other visions. Same with what happened to me just now. But, is the person who is in love able to hide his love feelings.?

I should have been able to place this feeling, not even indulge in the temptations of youth by repeating fearful sins. But I realized very well that every heart that is inclined to other than Allah, then he will feel pain similar to his inclination. However, once again I am just an ordinary woman, who is trying to become a better person.

My frail feelings, instantly slightly improved with just the presence of Mas Karang without even greeting me. That is what is called the power of love. Too much indeed, but the feeling of love is like that, like a miracle that comes to an illiterate person, but immediately able to read.

Leaving behind sentimental feelings for a moment of disappointment, and hope pinned on me. I want to string the day with a smile, so that the smile can erode the feeling of disappointment and remove all the black dots that are in the heart. Opening the sheet of kindness Kak Melati and closing one scribble of error.

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In the arms of the night, under the moonlight and stars, also among the dancing wind that sighed carrying the cold, Bia and I sat with our legs that we let stick down. Yep, we were both sitting on the terrace of our room on the third floor with our legs slid between the fence trellis.

"You sure don't want to cry, War." Tanya is what then came out of Bia as soon as I told her everything that was raging in my chest.

"Wind. But, I can't do it, Bi."

"Why..?"

I looked at Bia with a deep look before I answered Bia. "Thirteen years is not a short time for me and Melati's sister, Bi. There are many things we have created." I shriveled and felt Bia's palm stroke my back.

"You're a very good man, War. If I were in your position, I wouldn't be as patient as you."

"Son Jasmine is also a very good person, Bi. Did you ever think, if not Kak Melati who became a victim of my parents' accident, maybe I would not be as lucky now. They could be as irresponsible as Kak Melati. Melati tried to give me everything she could give, and bore the heavy burden of guilt by continuing to let me be by her side. Because then Kak Melati will continue to remember his mistakes. And my heart, my heart just doesn't want legowo." I said at length.

"Aren't I outrageous, Bi.?" Continue again.

"No, War. No. gabe. Your feelings are not wrong. It's true I haven't felt the pain of losing a parent. But, there is no sincerity of love other than that of our parents. You and I are just ordinary people, so like ordinary people, there are selfish and unacceptable feelings. And we're just gonna take him where we've been after we've thought clearly."

"Thank you, Bi." I smiled at Bia.

"So, what's your plan going forward..?" Said Bia later.

I know Bia's trying to get us out of this discussion about grief. And I also think the same, sad it does not need to be shown by continuing to dissolve in peace. Like not like, inevitably, everything will still go according to time. And arranging the future, is one way to avoid regret.

"Still with the same mission. Graduated within the next two years. And while I'm going to focus on the lesson, as well as maturing Miss Nyai to off first from the Laundry House." My answer.

"Then married. Huhaha.." Bia said with a wide laugh and the laughter spread to me.

"It's late, Bi. Let's take a break." My words are almost standing. But my movement stopped, because Bia's hand grabbed the old cell phone from my hand.

"Oh my God, War. Why are you back with this old-fashioned HP." Said Bia while watching the mobile phone that had moved in his hand.

I didn't answer right away, but my mind just returned home yesterday afternoon when I returned Kak Melati's mobile phone to Bang Daffa. No words came out of Bang Daffa's mouth for me, only the gaze alone was representative enough, and I I must know myself, that Bang Daffa hated me so much.

But, I remember Bang Daffa's words the last time I was going to put Adit to sleep last night. "Don't try to take advantage and occupy the position of Melati." One sentence continued to ring, and continued to try to examine the meaning of Bang Daffa's sentence. Whatever it is, I have never been in the least bit of my mind, I will take what is rightfully Kak Melati.

"Have returned to his leadership. Come on, rest." I replied, without wanting to learn about Bang Daffa's attitude towards me. Because, to be honest I myself was also confused by Bang Daffa's attitude towards me. If, indeed, I am guilty of him, at least to say to me, so that I can fix it.

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