The Village Flower
THE HIJRAHAH FLOWER VILLAGE

A Singaporean plane landed safely at Soekarno-Hatta international airport. One by one the passengers disembarked in an orderly manner. No exception Roses are now changing the way they dress. Roses used to wear minimal clothes and lack of material, Now he wears a wide robe to sweep the ground, Not just a large hijab that covers the chest and back, but also the, But the rose also perfected its appearance by wearing a veil. Two years into the workforce of women in Singapore made Rose find a way hijrahnya even though the population of the country is not a Muslim majority.

With graceful steps and the beauty of the wind-blown robe is not uncommon Rose attracts the attention of everyone who sees it, the Rose smilingly nods his head if the one who sees it is a woman. But if the one who looks at him a man then the Rose will directly lower his head.

After picking up his suitcase, Mawar headed to the taxi pick-up point operating at the airport, waving to give the driver a code.

"Taxi..."

The cry of a man shocked the Rose, Moreover both of them jointly held the handle of the taxi door, Making the Rose turn to the side looking at the man holding his hand.

The Rose's lower height as a man's chest allows the man to see clearly the beauty of the Rose's eyes. The man also carved a smile as if he could see the beauty hidden behind his veil.

"Very beautiful" said the man.

The rose instantly averted her gaze and pulled her hand which was still under the grasp of the man's hand. Realizing this the man gasped and apologized immediately.

"Pardon me."

The rose just shook her head slowly and stepped away from the taxi. But the man immediately ran to stop him.

"Isn't Ukhti waiting for a taxi?"

Without answering, let alone looking, Rose stepped back to leave the man.

"If Ukhti is in a hurry, Ukhti can use this taxi, or if Ukhti doesn't mind we can go together."

Roses immediately turned to look at the man, showing his beautiful eyes that are getting sharper and actually make the man more fascinated with Roses.

"Assalamualaikum.." said the Rose who again stepped away.

"T... W-wait, Waalaikumsalam." the man ran after the Rose and continued to follow the Rose who kept stepping in search of another taxi.

"Can we get acquainted?"

"Sorry." The rose tries to avoid the man. But the man kept his steps.

"Simba," said the man.

The rose frowned, not understanding what the man was saying.

"My name is Simba."

Again the Rose did not answer the man and went back to leave him.

"Hey! Salihahs... Even though today you continue to avoid me, I am sure that soon we will meet again." cried Simba who no longer chased after the Rose.

The rose continued to walk without looking again.

While Simba who was still hoping for Roses turned his head towards him continued to stare at the back of the Roses which was getting further and further away from his sight.

"If he's my soul mate, then before he enters the cab, he'll turn his head towards me" said Simba, who saw that Rose had opened the taxi's door.

Disappointed Simba lost hope because the Rose did not turn to him. But the disappointment turned into a feisty laugh as Roses turned towards him before entering the taxi.

"Yesse..." Simba cheered happily, Even so happy, Simba prancing around like a child.

"I found... I found it" Simba told several passers-by in front of him. Although Simba did not see the face of the Rose. But his interest in the rose was so strong.

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