Roses Are Not in Love
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I don't know how many times I went up and down from one Bus to another Bus with a direction K city. Starting from Economy Bus to classy Bus I have entered, but still I did not meet the figure I was looking for. Behind me, Bia also did not lose to follow each set of chairs with a cellphone that always stuck to his ear. And it remains the same, neither the person nor the shadow remains unaccounted for.

When the sun was getting finite and all the effort I did felt in vain, finally I and Bia chose to sit in the waiting chair terminal with each other silent in their minds. My gaze was no longer exploring but just continued to focus in one direction, but it was unclear what I was looking at.

"It still can't be contacted." Bia's words made me turn her head and find Bia's face that looks chaotic is not clear.

"Let's go home." I said slowly while standing up and walking away without approval from Bia.

"War."

"Is okay, I'm fine." My answer.

"We wait a little while longer, maybe Mas Karang is indeed late." Bia.

I turned my body back to face Bia, then turned my head to the ranks of the Buses that one after another had left his place. "That's the last bus, Bi." My plan.

"But, War.?"

"Have Mahrib, come on."

"I tried the phone again." Kekeh Bia, and after that only Bia's sad face was accompanied by a soft headband to me. And I understand quite well what Bia did.

I set my steps back slowly leaving the terminal, and there was only silence between me and Bia all the way back to Fatma's house. Even if there was a word two that came out of my lips, and Bia just chose to be quiet by continuing to rub my back slowly.

Aih, what a shame what I'm doing. Simply counteract if this is called a struggle, if what is fought is not justified.

The night came with a cold embrace of my skin, and it grew colder in my chest because of a plan that did not fit the order desired by the heart. I should have been quite aware, if everything God planned was much more beautiful than what I planned.

However, this heart is too blinded by love like an illiterate person. But that is what blind love is like. Because it will not look the value of someone who is loved except by throwing away something that he likes. People whose hearts are full of love, then there is no shame in the slightest love for other than the person he loves.

And if love were for Allah alone, then how beautiful and blessed is this life. Again, I am not a person who is blind to the favor of God so I have not been able to release the love of man as I rid myself of sin.

My fierce debate with myself finally broke with the decision that all should return to their order, and accept everything and start all over again.

Just as I used to slowly erase Bang Daffa's name and let this heart accept another name, Mas Karang. That's what I had to do, although it would be difficult and painful at first. Doesn't every wound find an antidote. Will not every single one find his or her reason. And, shall not every do'a have his answer.

Maybe at this time, after already a beautiful plan that I tried to assemble by presenting Mas Karang. But not with the plan that God has laid out for me. As long as the breath continues to blow, while the heart is still beating, God will still continue what has been planned for me. And the sign of God is not finished with me. If, all that we have planned is accomplished, then where is God's promise with his do'a do'a.

And if all that we desire will always be accomplished, then there will still be patience in the chest. Then there must be others, for this is in the world not in heaven.

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One year passed.

The rain speck in the heat carried a rainbow that curved carved the sky, and it became a beautiful sight amidst a rare phenomenon. Such are the ups and downs of life, sad and happy. If rain is usually interpreted as sadness, and the presence of a rainbow means happiness after sadness. Then another one I feel. A year ago, I loved the rain. And melts every flavor with rain.

Not failed to move on from Mas Karang. It's just that sometimes the heart is easy to remember a past event, just because an event that then creates a moment. If the heart is too fragile, yes. Because it is not easy to throw away memories. Especially if it leaves a deep memory.

As I was doing right now, standing under a raindrop on a rooftop. Enjoying every drop of blessing at once melts the tears of the sky. No matter what the scorn of Bia will be like, for me it is not because of Mas Karang who until now lost contact with me. But, I just want to remember him as the good guy who once gave me color on my day.

No one knows how hard I try to look good other than Bia. Because only Bia knows about my relationship with Mas Karang. Or how do I avoid Bu Mega.

But, I am sure after this there is no other way to avoid Bu Mega, aside from talking directly with Bang Daffa. I know, the main key is Bang Daffa, as long as Bang Daffa votes and objected to Bu Mega's plan, it will not be difficult for me to object to Bu Mega's plan, biapun Adit proposed as an excuse though.

About my feelings are easy baper and easy to be comfortable and easily complacent with the goodness of others let it be later I will tie it strong. Although until now this feeling is still dominated by the presence of Mas Karang. At least, not fall like a leaf that berjajuhan on the beach, then swept the waves and tossed udders do not know the waves will bring it anchored where.

"Nothing is beautiful other than being loved by the one we love. But there is something far more beautiful than all that, that love is blessed by the giver." I murmured slowly as I stretched my hand to welcome the arrival of more and more frequent and large rain spots. When the rain has come, swallow the rainbow with it. Along with the presence of Bia who called out my name, then I know my excitement to welcome the rain also berahir.

"Hem." I replied slowly without turning my face to see Bia who from the sound of her footprints was being moved closer to me.

"War, hurry down there's a guest for you." Bia said while covering me with an umbrella, making me open my eyes and inevitably look at the Rose.

"Who.?" I asked with a funny tone.

"I don't know, it looks like one of your families." Said Bia still with enthusiasm.

"O yes." A year was left alone by the people I consider to be family and only Bu Mega contacted with the purpose of persuasion to become a Mother Adit continued without caring how I was doing, make my heart a little less respeck with them.

"Come, War."

"Let them wait." Reply slowly. "Bring your umbrella, Bi. Let the rain wash over me." I continued while trying to get rid of Bia's umbrella that closed part of my body.

"Not them, just one person. What I saw was like Chinese school." Bia's words made me look at Bia in disbelief, and my mind was immediately fixed on one of the most important people of my life apart from the Great Sir's family. Erik.

"Erik.?" I muttered but enough to be heard by Bia.

"Yes, right. Erik he said his name."

"What's he here for.?"

"If you ask me, I'll have to find the answer behind the ice cream.!" Ketus. "Buran, you know who's coming. It's not important, at least you've met him." Bia continued while away and left me alone who was still pensive thinking about Erik's arrival.

I was a little suspicious about Erik's arrival, Erik's first arrival here when Kak Melati had an accident, and this time the reason what made Erik come here again. If I keep asking questions alone, I will not find the answer.

I rushed down and headed straight for the bathroom, cleaning myself with a questionable feeling made me quickly finish my ritual, and headed straight for where Erik was.

Nothing changed significantly with Erik, apart from his increasingly full body and brown skin than before. I don't know what the boy did, until the pure white skin that is desired by many people turned brown and look like a mixed Chinese.

During the two years after Kak Melati's death I had never had any contact with Erik either because I had never been home even once, so it was only natural that I didn't know what happened to him. But, it seems that Erik is fine.

Leaving all the neighbors of Erik who has always been the role of an angel for me and Kak Melati, I was a little doubt if the arrival of Erik this time just wanted to visit me. Wouldn't it be okay if I was suspicious and felt too late, if Erik just wanted to ask me. And after we looked I knew enough from Erik's eyes that the role of good angels was playing.

What's more after a little stale to ask the news and so, Erik's speech changed direction with the purpose of coming here as I thought.

"That's enough, War. Just hide from the wound. It's time for you to return, to finish your unfinished business with the Great Sir's family. Adit needs you right now."

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