Roses Are Not in Love
Your Love is Safe in My Heart.

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My day feels filled with gulali, sweet sticks that are difficult to ignore. How not, after the mobile number drama that Bia gave to Mas Karang almost a month ago, now my day is filled by the sweet word Mas Karang. And it would feel so lacking if in a day and night Mas Karang did not write a sweet message to me.

My world also seems to only revolve between me and Mas Karang someone if I already hold my butut phone, others as if they are moving to Mars for a while. Maybe because the pleasure of longing in love is more than together, so I forgot the land just because of one or two sweet sentences stranded by Mas Karang.

Sitting in front of the sewing machine, I continued to smile sweetly while tidying up the rest of the thread. And once in a while I would go crazy just by looking at the Blue Ice kingdom that I just finished sewing. Actually not because of his shirt, but because he imagined someone who was dancing in my brain wearing it and then double it with his white coat. Just imagining that alone managed to make my face blush incoherently.

After I made sure there were no defects, I went and washed it clean as well as heart. As if the shirt in my hand is an antique that will be easily damaged when in the kasari. And because this shirt is my secret, I deliberately dried it in a safe place in my opinion.

Shaking slowly to regain my consciousness of impatience for the next three days, I also left the clothesline and led my way back to the dormitory. Mingling with others, I also channeled this happy feeling by studying together with a passionate spirit, until my friends looked at me in wonder. I have an alibi for them.

Time moved quickly, not feeling the night had come. And like a thief who was afraid of being caught stealing, I settled into the ironing place to iron the shirt I wanted to give to Mas Karang after tomorrow. Not to forget anyway, I brought my phone because we often exchange news when night falls.

And, it's true what happened. Just now that I reached the ironing place, the long sentence Mas Karang was already on my phone screen after the ping tone sounded. With a smile that expands I also began typing to reply to Mas Karang's message, while reaching for the iron from its place.

"Good night too. Again in the strikaan place. What is Sampean doing now.?" As soon as I saw the picture of the flying envelope, I also began to arrange the ironing board and position the shirt in place.

It turns out that waiting for a reply Mas Karang message is much annoying than waiting for a hot iron, because it is faster ironing that hot weigh a reply from Mas Karang, because it is faster, and it makes me scowl annoyed at once can not lift the iron from its place because my eyes are still focused on my phone that is located on the shirt I want to iron.

After a long time of no reply, I chose to move the phone somewhere else, and started rubbing the shirt gently. Until my work is over, it's still the same as my phone still no sign of a reply from Mas Karang.

After wrapping the shirt with wrapping paper I put it in a papperbag and put it into a special locker where my stitches are. And the one-tone ping message came as I was about to turn off the lights.

"Open no, open no." Mumamku. I thought it would be better if I pretended to be busy by not opening the message directly, but my heart really did not want to agree with my expensive sale. Even my hands move first not according to my brain.

"Just finished the operation, it's ready to go home. Keep resting so I can meet you in a dream." I smiled by biting my lower lip because of the anxiety that suddenly appeared when reading Mas Karang's message.

"Did not accept the bargain about the dream invitation, anyway maksa. So, let's get some rest so later you wait for me." I'm widening my smile. If I do not remember that this is very late, then I would have pricked my prance by itself because of the word change Mas Karang.

"No, I still have something to do." I answered the temple to pull Mas Karang ulur while walking through the hallway to return to my room.

Back, there was no answer from Mas Karang, until I reached the third floor where my room was, coinciding with that my phone vibrated and the name Mas Karang was written there. I was confused about lifting it up, I was afraid that I would disturb the others, so I decided to direct it. But a few moments have returned to vibrate until repeated, ahirnya I also decided to lift it and headed to the rooftop with slow steps so as not to disturb the others.

"Assalamu'alaikum." I said in a whispering voice. And silence no one answered to the whir of the night wind as if I had heard his fierceness drop by my cheek.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer Mas Karang after a while.

"Mas Karang why make a phone call. It's been a very night, afraid of disturbing the others." I said still in a whispering voice.

"The position is now where." Ask Mas Karang who is not in my language.

"Just a moment." Mas Karang Plan. "Now walk to the side of the fence near the water tank." I was a little surprised by what Mas Karang said, because it could be Mas Karang know the location of the water tank in the rooftop. But, I want to kill it I can not because Mas Karang has already continued he said.

"It has. Now look up, where the Star and Moon are shining beautifully." Following the words of Mas Karang I looked up and bemar said by Mas Karang, the Moon half seemed full of luster up there.

"But the beautiful Star and Moon are still far less than her black veiled girl." I immediately turned my head around looking for the figure of someone who might be currently watching me.

And sure enough, he was on the other side of the road right behind the high fence of Pesantren. Leaning on the body of the car with the legs in the cross and the phone stuck to his ears, our view met behind the thick of the night. Yes, he is Mas Karang who is watching me.

Squinting my eyes, I faintly saw a smile framing his lips. "Every day, I see you. I feel you, that's how I survive. Near, far away wherever you are, you are here, in my heart. Your love is safe in my heart. Love is when you love me. Click." The call was turned off by Mas Karang and coincided with that, Mas Karang finger love pointed at me.

My chest is shaking with great, feeling so appreciated and flattered so high by Mas Karang. And this may be what love is like if it gets its back. Millions of reasons for closing your eyes would be in vain, for it is he who will continue to disturb you in your eyes when you try to close your eyes and meet him in a dream.

And what we've done so far is to deceive those around us, hopefully not just disappear. Although until now, Mas Karang has never even discussed where this relationship will go. However, if I can be greedy for my purity, I want us to stay together until we both age and fill each other still with love.

Too grandiose indeed, because we are still the same do not know where we come from. And what our family background, if seen from the vehicle and education of Mas Karang, it is clear that the Mas Karang family is included. And that's what makes me feel low in front of Mas Karang, and it takes time to make myself quite visible and stand out.

But, if in the end the worst thing I can get, at least I have a memory of someone who values and respects me as a woman without looking back at where I came from. And, if Allah wills otherwise by not predestining both of us, at least it is enough for me that Mas Karang is the right choice for me.

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