A Black Rose
#bunga is my ex-boyfriend
"why did you do that?" Ahza asked with a trembling tone of voice.
"Now I ask you back, if I hadn't come would you have accepted that you were oppressed?" Raffasya said, holding Ahza's face.
"I don't want to be cuddled but I don't want to make a scene in a public place" said Ahza, bowing her head.
The act of Flowers on Ahza makes Ahza a little anxious if on another day Flowers will do more than this.
"Why you?" Ask Raffasya worried.
"No papa, you weren't practicing anymore why was it there?" Ahza.
"I? It was not a training exercise" said Raffasya briefly.
"Partially you are also in 3rd grade soon you graduate" said Ahza.
"Why? Not sincere?" Goda Raffasiah.
"Of course not sincere" said Ahza pouting.
"Ehem ahem, weehhh appreciate the single gini dong" said intan.
"It's the same with Ivan's brother here" said Ivan.
"So since when was he here?" Diamond.
"Barusan aja" said Ivan briefly.
"Ehem I was the first one who had a partner already alone all" said jasmine.
"Eh, jasmine what the hell wait for me is nothing like Kak Ivan" said intan.
"That storm? Come home" take Raffasya.
After driving Ahza and the others Raffasya straight home and completed his tasks in his study room.
"Raffa you don't have lunch?" Intana (mother of Raffasya).
"Mom will tell bi Inah between meals to your room" said Intana.
"Yes Ma'am"
The sound of Intana's footsteps coming down the stairs was no longer heard. Raffasya stopped his activities typing his duties and leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes.
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Raffasya pov,
It is too difficult to deal with this kind of situation. Moreover, facing the attitude and nature of Flowers. Ahza don't worry that I will always be with you will always protect you and I won't let anyone hurt you. This has been my promise since a long time ago. Ever since I met you.
•••____Flashback off•••
Bunga, my ex-boyfriend from Junior High. I broke up with her because she was dating Son, my classmate was more precisely my best friend since childhood.
When I found out Bunga was dating the Son. I decided and left him. I moved to SMP Negeri 3 Jakarta.
And there I met Ahza Rumainsa. The authoritative beautiful girl and school flower at Junior High. And I met Ivan, who was instantly familiar and we immediately became friends without hesitation. I started to like Ahza since I met her in the cafeteria when she hit me and spilled orange juice on my white shirt. Even yellow marks due to orange juice can not be lost when washed.
It harbors a very big liking and harbors a very, very long feeling. Makes me afraid of losing her even afraid to go far from her side.
I always wrote letters and gave roses and I put them on his desk without writing my name on the letter.
He always accepts without thinking who the sender is. It made me want to say that I liked it more.
June 3, 2013, the day of my graduation and separation, Ahza gave me a bouquet of black roses. Roses that look fresh even if they are just paper roses. The day that I didn't expect Ahza to know the sender of the letter and the flowers on her desk was me. I think he's replying to me how he likes me. But he doesn't have any taste yet. Ahza just appreciates my gift and appreciates my feelings.
But I didn't just give up. I entered Pertiwi High School after I went up to XI class without thinking Ahza enrolled in my school. And I included the committee of PPDB admission of new students at that time.
A year went well, I made friends with him like a brother and sister. Ahza remained the school flower upon entering my school. Until I finally got to class XII and Ahza went to class XI. Just on the day of the youth oath I expressed my feelings towards Ahza who would have thought Ahza also had the same feelings as me. Happy and happy to be one with this happiness. Unknowingly I was too immersed in happiness to forget the presence of the Flower that would ruin all this.
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