Roses Are Not in Love
Must be Selfish

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"Eh, War. Cepet. Not an hour." Bia said as soon as I saw me enter our room.

True what Bia said, there has not been an hour I left Pesantren and have returned again. And what Bia said before I went out, even happened. Watch out for his home even cry, if his happiness is mysterious. Karma is directly paid cash right now. Although tears have not yet dripped from my eyes, but the storm has already raged on my chest.

As hard as I feel this is wrong, if I want to be conscious. But this heart is too much of a stain to admit that crying over someone who is not our friend is a long worship, is a futile thing and not justified in religion.

I should have stayed firm with my initial vision of love in my heart. That there is no love more beautiful than being grown when a man shakes the hand of my guardian. If, everything that is happening now is like this, then there is no reason for me to complain, what else to blame the writing of fate. Because obviously everything happened because of my mistake.

"Yes, Bi. It's done with everything." Overshipped. Including after everything with Mas Karang. I continue to make my own.

"Front why. The feeling of the passing was very radiant, kok so tangled gini. You're okay, War." Bia cupped my face with both hands and looked at me with a frowned forehead for a moment after looking at my mimic who was trying to keep smiling even though it was stiff.

"If you want to cry, just cry, War." Continue Bia while touching the tip of my eye. "Now look." Bia said again by showing the tip of her index finger that was slightly wet.

"I'm fine, Bi." Kilahku and deliberately cut off eye contact with Bia by directly diverting Bia's hand and then went to put my sling bag in place.

For a moment Bia looked confused. But it did not last long, because I immediately tried to make it look ordinary by inviting Bia to quickly pack the items we want to bring later in the afternoon. As loud and as I can, I do not want Bia to see my sadness by continuing to talk about things that do not need at all to be talked about until the time gradually closer to our departure.

The sun had already slipped west as the three of us stood by the tracks and crowded with dozens of people who were also waiting for the train to arrive. Understand the Railway economy, so it's only natural that there are also many.

Still staying with the good drama that I created, I entered into the Fire Kerata by participating in the hurrah like Bia and Fatma. But, being honest in my chest feels tight and the desire to cry is very dominating. However, I don't want to make my two friends feel bad, especially if I tell them.

Heartbroken, why it feels not to wear it once. And what makes me not to think, why every beautiful love must be interspersed with pain as well. Why not just love happily enough. Perhaps because every wound will teach us that nothing is eternal with human love, because if it were not separated by an impartial destiny, then death would also be one way.

The Trains began to leave Staisun, leaving everything that did not want to move with him behind. Exhaling deeply, I placed my hand on the glass and carved out one or two vague sentences to look at, but I understood enough.

Forgetting is the best way, and letting things go as fate would. And try to forget what has passed, like a train that leaves one Station then stops at a new Station by making a new story. That's what I want.

Mas Karang, this name will be a name that I will find difficult to forget in the future. Because, the memories and the way we parted have no reason to forget each other, especially to hate.

If I want to wait or Mas Karang wants to come home then it will be much easier to work a soul mate, in fact, something that was not an order and agreement long before I inhaled the pleasure of world mortality still could not run smoothly even though my heart was to maintain.

"War, you sure are fine. You started this afternoon why the hell, how different that is." Ketus Bia suddenly arrived, to make me stutter and quickly dropped my hand.

"Yes, the feeling of the Rose diem diem bae." Fatma Typal.

"I'm fine, just a little drunk with the AC." Kill me, then quickly dropped my head on Bia's shoulder while pulling my phone out of my pocket, then stroked it agitatedly.

"Allohu robbie. Take the train to only three stations." Bia broke the hijab in my head. "Yes already brushed gih, will not wake up." Bia's words I only answered with a nod as a sign of approval. However, actually even though my eyes were closed I still heard all the conversations of the two of them, until we reached our destination station.

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The night was getting late, and we had already returned to Fatma's house after a road session in the city's central park. True, Fatma's house is included in the downtown district. So, choosing to come home to Fatma for the holidays is actually the right thing if only my heart is good.

"War, I'm sure you're not okay." Said Bia disperse my daydream about the Moon is perfectly rounded and becomes a decoration of the sky so it looks full without emptiness.

"Hem." I still don't want to take my eyes off the sky.

"I'm serious, War." Again the tone of the ketus Bia sounded. "What do you think of me as, I'm your friend, War. I know you have a lot of pressure, including from your Mom Melatimu. So, at least let me share. Maybe I can't come up with a solution, at least I can be your loyal listener." Bia's eyes had runny as soon as she finished her sentence.

I hugged Bia's body, which was now touched by her crying. "Thank you, Bi. I'm just not used to telling you about my personal matters." Entertain me to Bia. "I need time to digest today's events, and to think if this is appropriate enough to tell."

Seeing Bia's tears rushing down, made me want to spill my tears too, but if I remember what my tears will be for, I feel so ashamed. The tears of Bia spilled for friends, while the tears that were about to shed from me were the tears of blind love for the son of man.

"Everything's been bubbling up today, Bi." After a long time we were just as silent.

Bia looked at me confused. "What's the fuck up.?" Ask Bia.

"My relationship and the Coral." This time I threw my face away from Bia's mouth that drenched in disbelief with my words.

I breathed deeply before finally my lips slowly opened my relationship and Mas Karang which became a secret. And I don't know if this can be called right, if I unilaterally decide to admit my relationship to Bia.

Slowly and surely, my lips have told me from the beginning of my relationship and Mas Karang began to intertwine and now only memories remain. And my lips just gritted when after telling the incident last afternoon, where our relationship I ahiri.

"A year, you can keep this a secret for a year and especially from me, War." Said Bia in a still astonished tone, and immediately then looked at me intensely. "What do you think of me as, War. Tega you, War." Continue Bia this time with a tone that I can interpret if it is disappointed.

"Sorry, Bi. I, I just ti.."

"I don't need your apologies, War. I'm just disappointed." Said Bia in a cold tone.

"Biii.." My words were long and I couldn't help but finally my tears melted as well after a day of trying to hold it.

"Cry, War. At least you'll look sane when you're like this." Ketus Bia while grabbing me in her arms and giving me warmth like Oernah given Kak Melati.

I satisfied my eyes dripping with stones and occasionally I will intersperse with a tweet of an unfinished story I described to Bia.

"Now also, explain to Mas Karang, if in fact you are not in a hurry to be applied immediately but all because you are forced to circumstances." Said Bia immediately giving her phone to me.

I shook my head slowly. "If Mas Karang is serious with me, then he will contact me first, Bi." Overshipped.

"Where's your phone.?" Bia's question made me realize that from getting off the train this afternoon I forgot to put where my phone is. "Should have been, you were honest first with Mas Karang. What habits do you have in your own pendam, in case everyone can understand with what silence you." Cerocos Bia again.

"Bi, try making a call at my number." Bia's hand instantly moved on her flat screen as soon as I finished with my words.

"Out of range, War." Bia said so over and over again dialing my phone number and still the same result. "So when I hit your hand on the Train like something fell, don't don't it's your phone, War.!"

I tried to remember what Bia said, and true what Bia said, my phone fell down without me noticing. "It's like, Bi." I said in a limp tone.

"Mending you call Mas Karang using mine." Bia yanked her phone at me. "Now, it must, if you still want your relationship and Mas Karang to continue."

Slowly my hand stretched out also grabbed Bia's phone. And I think I need to do this as an effort to improve my relationship with Mas Karang, as well as selfish things that I have to do to make up the reason for Bu Mega's pressure. However, until the fifth time Mas Karang number I dialed, there was absolutely no response from him and it made my courage slack by itself.

"Not in the lift, Bi." I said while returning Bia's bangs. "It's already night."

"Keep, how is.?"

"Tomorrow afternoon I'll see him." Saying slowly.

"I agree, I'll be with you tomorrow." Bia. "Now what you and I need is rest, because it's already night once." Bia continued by pulling my hand to immediately get out of my seat.

Yes, let me be selfish once by chasing after Mas Karang tomorrow. And hope Mas Karang can also provide a solution to my compulsion to say that this afternoon. But again, everything will still go according to destiny. If, later what is written destiny is not as beautiful as I hope, and do not make Mas Karang as a friend to live my extended worship, I do not need to complain and will have to keep smiling, he said, for surely Allah has placed a more suitable man beside me.

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