Roses Are Not in Love
Yakin and Mantab.

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Sitting on a terminal bench, my eyes were completely unwilling to leave someone sitting not far from me. Her wide headscarf framed her white face, and it became a stark sight in sight. And what makes me reluctant to shift my gaze is, behind her calm shade there is a little bit of sadness as well as myself.

What kind of wound, it was definitely not a stupid wound like I felt. Why, I call this wound stupid. Because, I still can't advise my heart to forget Bang Daffa. Somewhat silly indeed, but that's the heart, like not being able to follow the brain and there needs to be a strong compulsion to accept reality.

As I realized, the little girl across from me threw me her sweet smile, and I clumsily repeated the smile back to her, who quickly returned to focus with the movement of his lips that had continued to communicate kamit.

Either because I was too curious or what. I chose to stand up from where I was sitting and approached the little girl sitting, and it was clear that her shocked face was visible as I approached and placed myself near her. Instead of was was with my presence, the girl in front of me actually returned to sing her smile to me, of course it makes me happy not to be upset.

"May ya, I'm sitting here." The phrase coercion came out just like that, after I sat next to it.

Smile reviews back in the corner to me. "Please, Ma'am."

"You're beautiful with that big headscarf." I said pointing at him with my chin.

Her face was startled for a moment, before finally she chose to hold the end of the milk chocolate veil attached to her head. "Here," he said briefly.

"So you don't wear that kayak.?" Ask me again, while changing the way I sit and then face him. Surely his confused face could not be ignored again this time. And it seems he was thinking hard to find answers to my question.

"Depends on the intention, Ma'am."

Not satisfied with the short answer. I scanned the sweet face in front of me again, and looked for answers to my decision to Hijrah. Hijrah in the sense to be better for yourself. "I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable little girl. Roses." I introduced myself as I extended my hand towards him.

"Lilly." His little handshake was warm in my arms when he said his name. "We have a name that's a lot like Ma'am. Flower name." Further.

"Yes." I crossed my legs looking for the best position. "Where are you going, or where are you going..?" Saying again.

"You go home to Kudus, Ma'am. Where's the rose itself going..?"

"You go to City G." I turned my head around and it was followed by Lily. "You're alone..?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Seriously, you're still a kid." I said I don't believe it.

"It's normal, Ma'am. I usually ride on the Fire Crane. It's gonna try something new on the bus." Smile the knot back in the review.

I'll be a little mangosteen. "Truly not sultry to wear a wide hijab and kayak clothes like that.? Are you a child of Pesantren..?".

"If it's hot, that's for sure. It's just a responsibility as a Muslim, Ma'am." His Jed while looking at me from top to bottom, and just focused on my torn pants. I have a desire to change my appearance. But, I haven't had a really good reason to change it. Nor with a wide headscarf either. I just want to move better.

I watched intensely, the little girl named Lily in front of me. And somehow seeing her simple appearance made me feel at ease.

"What's the Rose..?" Lily's hand-welding restored my consciousness. "The bus I'm waiting for has arrived. Sorry I went first. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Then one of the big buses enters the Terminal.

"Oh, yes. Heart day on the way of a child. Wa'alaikumussalam." Speak to me and follow his small steps until he disappears in the crowd.

I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the pain of love alone. And the decision to let go is an easy thing to say, but it's so hard to do. "Falling in love is the easiest way to die." I murmured quietly without opening my eyes.

"Rose Brackets." I quickly opened my eyes and found Lily standing in front of me with a thin smile.

"Eh, you. What's up, is there a problem." I said as I was about to get up from where I was sitting to help him. But her little rarity made me stop my movements.

"No, Ma'am. I just want to give this to Mbak Roses." Her hand was laid out with a maroon-red khimar. "The Rose is beautiful, it will be even more beautiful if you use this. My knowledge is still very early to know about the restlessness of the Rose Mother's heart. But, Insha'Allah the remedy of all that disbelief is do'a. And never stop the do'a do'a until it reaches its destination. That's what my late mother always advised me."

Hearing Lily's words, my heart drizzled. Drizzling because remembering the memory of my togetherness with my late mother, also my father. A mere short-lived togetherness. Without knowing who to blame for the injury that hit him. Because I was too small to know about it at that time.

With trembling hands I grabbed the khimar from Lily's hands and I made a small smile at her muttering thanks.

"It doesn't have to be forced at this time, ma'am. The heart will come to rest assured by itself later, and hopefully it won't be long." He said again, then immediately turned to leave me after muttering a greeting for the second time.

I was struck by the words of the little girl I had just met. My mind goes back to the time when I was a child and lived with my parents.

My mother's patient face felt in my eyes. All the messages and advice before that fateful day were recorded back in my brain. The warm touch of his hand in my head, also no less I miss, which I never got from Bu Mega. It is precisely from Brother Melati that I get it.

However, how could I trouble Kak Melati in the future again, because Kak Melati is not my mother, Kak Melati is just someone who prioritizes my happiness over her happiness. And I think Bang Daffa's words have a point too, that it's time for me Kak Melati to think about her happiness.

Shut up about my feelings for Bang Daffa, indeed the best way to give happiness to Kak Melati. And is it not, in spite of the height of love, the deepest groan of hearts by the sea of feelings in affection. I love Kak Melati more than myself, and Kak Melati loves Bang Daffa, someone I love. That way this affection will continue to be awake, even though others are guarding it.

The maroon-red Khimar I gave Lily to put in my backpack, along with the arrival of the Bus that will take me back to City G. And there I will arrange my heart by not only remembering but also carrying out the advice of my parents who have died. To have them in heaven happy to see their only child grow up according to their wishes, even though they had been misguided before.

And it's true Lily said, no need to force it for now. Because I'm sure it will come by itself. And that's not going to be thought of where it came from. Also with me, who arrived the mantab migrated with the simple words Lily.

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