Roses Are Not in Love
Miss You More

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Time, the scariest thing when left behind. What else is left with regret. It did not feel like time was rolling so fast, leaving everything that had passed, but not for his memories.

A month has passed, and during that time I am still trying to get out of the suffering of losing Kak Melati, or rather is healing the suffering of the truth after the departure of Kak Melati.

Stay always smiling, keep the routine as usual except the activities out Pesantren, all become a wrap for me and what is certain is to rearrange the feeling that feels betrayed.

Sometimes it feels comfortable, but sometimes there is a block when my memory is focused on the figure of Mas Karang. Let's say I'm selfish, for letting my relationship with Mas Karang go without any clarity. But, what can I do.

If it can be honest about my existence and existence, my relationship with Mas Karang is not true. Because, there is not a single pesantren that allows students to have relationships with the opposite sex. Whatever that's the reason. And I belong to one of the reckless, because indulge in lust.

Don't know what Mas Karang is going to do now. Because since papasan when I came to Pesantren, after that I did not meet him at all. How to meet, I never went out Pesantren again.

All communication access we have also no function at all, because we do not tell each other whether it is a phone number, or social media application that we have. After all, for now the phone I hold also does not support any application, except for the phone.

Today, was the first day I left the Pesantren scope after a month. It's not that I want to go out, it's because I was told by Nyai's mother to buy him a cloth. The reason is because I sew, so it is likely that I understand the type of fabric that matches the model of clothes desired by the Ndalem family.

This is where Bia and I are. Sit next to each other in the parking lot after tired of walking around from one fabric store to another. And there is still less, because Mas Karim is too fussy this time, until Nyai's mother was made furious by him.

I don't know since when Mas Karim was so concerned with the clothes he wanted to make for him. Almost three years in Pesantren and a permanent subscription to the tailor of the Ndalem family, this is the new time Mas Karim took part in the business of choosing fabrics.

"What's less now, War." Said Bia while reaching for the water bottle in my hand, then downing it until almost toilet.

"Leave the seat ayang mbeb you tuh." I answered while checking the large crackle containing cloth. "Tumben is really fussy."

"Because I know that I'm participating in the milihin, it becomes confused to want nyamain the same gamisku. Ahaha.." Kelekar. "I don't mind him being a little fussy this time." Bia continued as if his spirit did not fade.

"Come on, we'll go to the store next door. It's so hot in here." My words were to invite Bia to get up quickly from her seat. However, we have not yet moved a loud voice from Bia's phone shocked the two of us.

"Nyai's mother." Said Bia half-whispering to me then quickly put the phone in her ear.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Huge Ma'am." Said Bia in a soft tone while looking down as if Bu Nyai was in front of him, as well as me who listened to him.

"Bak Bia, has the cloth got everything." Said Nyai Ma'am over there.

"No, Ma. The one with Gusse." Answer Bia.

"Don't be told to rush, Mi. Karim's penitent fabric will not match Karim's will." There was the sound of Mas Karim speaking before Nyai's mother spoke again. "The sample, Le. Tumben tumbenan ask to buy a strange fabric. And the color just gets confusing." Bia and I looked at each other, as soon as they heard the debate between Mas Karim and Nyai.

"Bak Bia and Mbak Roses, please find Mas Karim's order carefully, do not let later be blamed Umi for telling you to get back together. Do not rush the rush, also do not be too relaxed, as much as possible Asar will be worshipped in Pesantren." His mother broke up after a spoiled debate between Mas Karim and Nyai's mother was brief.

"God, Mom."

"Yes be careful, do not forget to multiply sholawat in the shopping place. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer us both.

"Oh my God, War. Gusse is very sweet if the same Uminya. That is the characteristic of the dream man. The man who loves his mother, the man who is spoiled with his mother, will certainly be a good husband for his wife." Said Bia with a happy face.

"Yes, unfortunately, his wife is not you." Answer me quickly.

"Roses, they're so evil. You accidentally slashed the wings that just flapped and made me fall to the earth." I nodded at Bia's words.

"Who told him to fly too high." Reply ahirnya.

"As long as you're fantasizing and dreaming not at the cost, it doesn't matter. Who knows, his delusion is still in the same Allah and later I will ascend the caste to be your Ning." Cerocos Bia's. I shook my head harder with Bia's words.

"Alright, fine in the package that rapet, or need to be laminated after that photo coffee top under ten sheets." I answered immediately, then immediately pulled Bia's hand to rush into one of the shops.

"Don't hunt, War. It's still eleven o'clock less." Bia Protest.

"Hot, Bi. Mending inside has AC. You don't hear what your future in-laws are. Sure sholawat if in the shopping area let's not be persuaded by the demon Zalaytun, and khilaf here and there." With still answering Biaun ahirnya come with resignation as I continue to drag his hand to enter one of the fabric stores.

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An hour passed and finally the cloth requested by Mas Karim can also be. Likewise with Bia who also chose similar fabrics with similar colors as well, and the reason really makes me geleng geleng.

"Let couplean, War." That's what Bia said when I asked her.

Blue Ice fabric I think is very suitable if I make a shirt for him, and will be more suitable when combined with his doctor's suit. Imagine that, making my heart grow full of happiness, even though I do not know the size of his clothes at all. But that is blind love. It is difficult to understand its nature, both near and far no one understands.

Love is like the sun that looks small from a distance, but the eyes can not see it when close together. And finally you also heard Bia using the word lebay, even though it was only in my heart, but it was quite influential by spreading a smile to my smile, every time I thought about the Blue Ice cloth I brought out of the store.

And my smile grew wider, followed by my face, which I felt was now a little reddened, when my eyes caught someone who had just milling in my mind was standing gallantly in the parking lot, precisely standing not far from the motorbike I had parked.

His smile also expanded as our steps eroded. And widened as Bia greeted him first with her cherry.

"Mas Coral. How are you.?"

"Good, Bi. You how are you.?" Mas Karang asked and paused his words before finally throwing his gaze at me. "What's the rose.?" Mas Karang.

"We're fine, Mas. Kok Mas Karang is around here. Find what again." Bia asked Mas Karang who was looking at me.

"Finding a fragment of my heart." Mas Karang replied that managed to make my face warm, until it unconsciously made me blush embarrassed until I had to lower my head.

"Where, where's Mas.?" Bia pura kebingan by twirling his body.

"Have met." Briefly Mas Karang.

"Cepet. I want to go with you." Reply Bia with a slightly disappointed tone made.

"I'm afraid that if I don't meet soon, I'll go hunt someone else, Bi. That's why there's gotta be a lot of effort." Said Mas Karang, and a little I understand the meaning of Mas Karang just now. And it could be fussy Mas Karim today there is a connection with Mas Karang.

"That's very true, Mas. It's not like that, War."

"Ehh, I don't know Bi." My words stammered a little because Bia who arrived suddenly spread my mixed feelings.

"Because I've met here, and what I'm looking for has also been found. It'd be better if we had a chat over lunch, how about.?" Tawar Mas Karang's. "Honestly, I'm still a little traumatized considering Bia's starving reaction. Haha." Continue Mas Karang in a joking tone, and I know Mas Karang's invitation to lunch together is not a joke. Because, the gaze that was directed at me as if speaking did not want to be rejected.

"Where, War."

"I'm up to you, Bi. Honestly, I'm also afraid that you're starving." I'm sorry Bi, has scapegoated you, I'm shrinking in my heart.

"Alright, Mas Karang. Origin on one condition." Bia.

Mas Karang and I alike looked at Bia who was turned to look at me and Mas Karang with her funny face. "Please don't let Mas Karim know about my weakness." Kelekar Bia who makes me breathe a sigh of relief while feeling deceived by Bia.

"Presented if that. Then come on." Say Mas Karang.

"We'll just bring the bike, Mas Karang. And we went to the mosque first, because we have not prayed dzuhur." My speech.

"We have not prayed Dzuhur." Bia Timpal.

"Sama, me too. Well, if that's what I'm following you guys from behind, yeah." Answer the Coral. And before Mas Karang turned towards his vehicle, he was seen by me moving his lips without speaking.

"Miss you more."

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