The Steel-Cared Rose
Splashes

Being a basic woman. Makes her never experience many special or memorable things.

Except when Dylan proposed to her. But it seemed like it was because of the kindness of his heart. Not from his heart. Pitying him.

He was determined not to be a welcome doormat for anyone. His life is perfect with both of his hearts. Not wanting to add to the problems were also wounds in his life.

Often what makes a person hurt is his expectations and obsession. Everyone wants true love. I want sincere love. But not just imagination.

Her marriage and divorce with Ahkam taught her many things. When a man falls in love. He will accept his lover. Seeing his lover with perfection. Just like Ahkam with Hana. Dylan with Sinta. They'll stay together. Whatever the circumstances. It'll be like a bottle with a lid.

Maybe Ahkam fell in love because of Hana's youthfulness and beauty. His perfection. But they'll stick together when things start to fade. As the sun accompanies from the beginning of the day until the twilight disappears into the night.

Dylan also loves Sinta. Because of the whole Sinta. They never separated. Even if their bodies are not together. Sinta lives in Dylan's mind and soul. Maybe death is not separating them. Like the legendary Sam Pek Eng Tay. They cannot be united in life. But death brings the two together perfectly.

Not fake or pretend. Maybe pretending isn't the right word. Mirage. Like seeing an oasis in the desert. That's when they haven't found true or real love in their lives. All illusions.

From the beginning there was no love from Ahkam or Dylan for him. Ahkam may be due to the limitations of his condition. While Dylan escapism and frustration because of his love for Sinta must run aground. Because of the condition too.

If Hana and Sinta were like lobsters. It can be eaten without rice. It was like white rice. It will taste bland if you only eat white rice.

Ahkam offers him polygamy. Dylan offered loyalty. No one offers the truth of love. Loyalty without coercion conditions.

Just like Ahkam and Hana. Can live without him. But how could Ahkam live with himself without Hana?

Dylan himself, offered everything but his heart. If Sinta comes back in her life. It is like Ahkam. Polygamy? Does Dylan offer loyalty? There is no one in the world who can deny the truth of love. It is not as perishable by time. Not spoiled by rain. Love is certainly faithful. But faithfulness is not necessarily love. Like a word game. But all the meanings of taste are like puzzles and mysteries.

When a man is kind. There is no truth in all his actions. Even if everything looks real.

A coffee lover provides a glass of herbal medicine. Contains many benefits and benefits. Then said, “This you feel fragrant and delicious.”

His body that colds and has an ulcer causes him to be careful about consuming coffee. Forced to drink jamu. But when his body is back in shape. Which one was chosen?

Maybe he sounded apathetic and pessimistic. But the wound taught him to be careful in taking care of himself.

Unknowingly, clear droplets flowed from both sides of his cheeks. There is nothing to be pitied from love.

Love is a feeling that cannot be forced. Like the moon adorning the night. The sun is decorating the day. If forced, there will be lunar and solar eclipses.

His mind suddenly collapsed. Sharifah opened the door to her room.

“Are you okay, mom?”

“Yeah. What's up?”

“Why are you cancel the marriage?”

“I am not ready yet.”

“When you will be ready?”

“The truth is, I won’t be ready.”

“Mom!”

“Just face the truth.”

“The truth is, we can have a happy family. Maybe happy than before.”

“ Its a hope not the truth. Its just our imagination.”

“Bu! I know you're hurt by what Dad did.”

“I'm destroyed.”

“I'm not your father's true love. You can see how he treats your sister.”

“Bu, everyone must have their own true love.”

“You are still very young. Know what you're about love?”

“If you don't give Callista's father a chance. How we know. We can be happy again or not.”

“What if I get hurt again? You want to destroy me without a remnant. Like dust?”

“I may not know what love is. But I know if you don't try. Then you'll never know. Even two oranges look the same. Of the same kind. It could be different. And it could be the same. But you never know until you try. Even if the same. You can learn from previous experience. If you just eat. It will feel sour. Maybe by adding sugar or making juice. Will feel different.”

Haliza looked at her daughter with a troubled face, “What you're talking about is my feelings. Aren't you happy enough to just live with me?”

Sharifah put her hands on her mother's neck. Hugged it tightly.

“Sure I'm happy. But I also want to see a happy mother like father.”

Haliza hugged her daughter very tightly. Brush her hair gently.

“Yeah, I know. You want the best for me. I'm not ready to experience it again. I'm going crazy. Do you understand?”

Sharifah nodded her head, “Take your time, mom..

“Yeah, I will.

Sometimes a person can become wise because of the experience in his life. School life. Teach someone not to be naive in looking at life.

Protection so that heartache does not recur. Life is no longer the same. When one looks with a thought full of consideration and calculation. Compared to someone who looks at life with all its greenness.

If you want to impose a black rainbow color. Then you'll see overcast or night.

Where it might all end in love. If you sow the wound? Life is a mystery. No one knows if someone is destined to be happy or vice versa.

But surely humans are learning creatures. Especially from something consistent.

Being an option when one has no choice. It is like accompanying someone to find their choice. Some kind of facilitator.

In other words, keep the soul of others. In the end, it may all speak of destiny. The finish line for every human being when trying. Still can't impose his will. There is a universal will. Creator's will.

Many wise words say. Accept everything that happens in your life with a chest.

But if every human being could choose. Between hurt and happiness. Who wants to choose a wound? Everyone wants to be happy.

Who wants a storm? Everyone wants a breeze. Who wants to wash the wound? Everyone wants to be called happy.

In the end, there will be times when someone is destined to be happy or hurt. But whatever it is, Haliza doesn't want to be destroyed again. He is not sand on the beach. I want to build a strong palace. Not the sand palace.

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