A Rose for The Volunteer
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Deka holds a can of soft drink, in his right hand a cigarette that is still burning left eroded by the night wind.
In a cafe next to the intersection of the five cities of Semarang his homeland, Deka re-elected. Los Angeles to him is a hell that burns his dreams, his love, destroys his feelings. The first and last place to visit.
Deka is no longer concerned with love, the world of Deka is bland, Deka returns to his old world, the money from the results worked out for liquor and gambling tables. Deka is crazy, even Bu Nurul who painstakingly advises him no longer in the gubris. The mother who raised him preferred to protect Bayu's adopted son rather than Deka's own flesh and blood.
Some friends seemed to laugh seeing a girl in their midst, taking turns flirting with each other, the girl's clothes were even almost naked, but they enjoyed it, "disgusting" Deka thought.
All women to him are the same, Deka disgusted to see it.
Deka walked away from the place, sitting on a bench in the town square, the watch in his hand was already showing almost 10 p.m., but Deka was reluctant to return home. His mind still goes back to 1 year ago, where he was again dumped by the world. His brother and sister betrayed him. Deka misses Nesya, even she has not had time to hold him, the little princess who is very much missed.
The corner of Deka's tears was wet, her heart was torn back, she was stunned to hold her legs that began to tremble.
"Om...om why? Oh, no cry?". A little boy patted Deka's shoulder. Deka wiped her tears, staring at the pus towards the little girl with her bangs and shiny shoulder-length hair exposed to the lights of the city.
Deka rubbed the top of the little girl's hair.
"Who are you Dek? why are the nights here?" Deka rubbed the girl's cabi cheeks.
"My name is Roses Om, I'm helping you sell in front of that movie theater". The Rose's hand pointed in the opposite direction where Deka was sitting.
"How much is hem?". The deka asked back.
"Six years Om, this year I went to SD". The rose smiled sweetly, Deka was not out of thought, how in the current hour, the little boy was left wandering around in a place like this.
"Why haven't you gone home yet?". The deca brings its face closer, parallel to the height of the rose's body.
"The new mother is in order, Rose help the nitipin mother seat behind the Mall, but Roses Om weeping, so Roses samperin".
"Roses aren't afraid of being kidnapped? it's been a night, baby". Deka rubbed his hair back. Roses shake.
"Mother is sick, Om, so Rose must help Mother, pity Mother".
"Where is the Rose?". Deka's getting curious.
"Father died in an accident Om, said the mother, the age of the new rose 8 months".
Degs...
Deka's chest was like being hit, this sweet little girl turned out to be an orphan.
"Mawaabar". A young woman, in a dark blue headscarf, called out to the Rose.
"That's Mother Rose Om..!" The rose pointed to the woman who was walking towards them.
"It's a long rose, I'm worried, baby". The woman squatted to align herself with her daughter.
"Sorry mom, that was Rose Denger, Om this is crying, Rose pity the same Om this is ma'am".
Deka was a little embarrassed by the narration of the Roses. Deka immediately extended his hand.
"My name is Deka, I'm sorry I had a little problem, and the Rose happened to pass".
The woman just nodded. Then holding the hands of the rose.
"Let's get our roses home".
"The rose came home first". Deka gently rubbed the Rose hair. The woman nodded, without even smiling.
"Next time don't talk to unknown people dear". Sayup Deka still heard the woman advising the Rose.
Deka stared at them off, and somehow Deka's feet went in the same direction. They just want to make sure they are safe. I don't know why Deka did it.
Looking at the Rose, reminiscent of Nesya, her daughter must also be as beautiful as the Rose, her little daughter who probably wouldn't know her as a father. Again the eyes of Deka water. "Nesy..Papa miss you son". Deka muttered very slowly.
Deka was still watching the Rose and her mother, from a distance where they did not know that Deka was following her.
After almost 500 meters from the town square, they entered a small alley beside the minimarket.
Deca stopped there, seemed lined with a masonry house painted light blue, like a rented house, Deka saw the Rose enter at one of the doors in the house, then disappeared after the door was closed again.
"Good night Rose, may your dreams be beautiful". Deka muttered with her own silliness, following the little girl she had only known a few minutes ago, making sure she returned home safely.
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Deka owned a small house on the outskirts of Semarang, after returning from LA a year ago Deka sold the inheritance of his late father, of course with the permission of his mother Bu Nurul, of course, Bu Nurul only left the house he left and some rice fields that he used as income, in addition to the pension of his late father Deka.
They lay down her body on the sofa, a glimpse of the Rose's shadow flashed, "sweet little girl". Deka said softly, accompanying a thin smile that suddenly turned the corner of the lips.
The night, which was usually consumed with the aroma of alcohol and cigarette smoke, now ended with a smile, though thin, but Deka was sure, the rose would again make him smile tomorrow.
Deka was determined to see her again and again, the little girl's attention as she cried, giving her a little breath of hope.
Deca wants to get to know the world again, not all throw it like garbage, Roses prove it, he gave a fragrant aroma that imprints in the heart of Deka tonight.
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In the morning, Deka had arrived in front of the cinema building where the mother of Roses usually sells.
A small cart bearing the words "Rose" was still tightly sealed.
this little wagon? how much money did he get from selling here?
Deca frowned, Deka who felt his life was always heavy, now actually felt sliced, "Life Roses must be heavier". Deka approached the wagon, sitting on the sidewalk next to him, until someone he saw last night walked up to him.
"You..." The woman squinted her eyes at Deka. Deka could clearly see the woman's face, very similar to the Rose.
"Yes, I'm Deka who met the Rose last night".
"You what?". The tone is a little taut.
"I want to see the rose".
"Would you like to see a rose?" The woman slightly pressed her tone.
Deka Silence, he was confused to answer what, because his arrival here was actually without a clear reason.
"Roses make me miss my son". The woman was silent, opened her wagon, began to tidy up her trade.
"Heeiii Om Dekaaaa". The rose ran towards the Deka
"Hey pretty". Deka rubbed Rose's hair.
"Om Deka what's necessary?". Roses who have been wearing Tk uniforms with hair in two tails sit on the bench while continuing to look at Deka.
"Om Deka kangen Roses, can Om Deka play with Roses?".
"mom said, Roses can't play with strangers". The rose glanced at her mother.
"But Om Deka is not a bad man dear". Deka rubbed the Rose cheek.
"Om Deka told me first to mother, Rose was afraid to be scolded by mother". The rose bowed his face.
Deca brought her face closer to the ears of the Rose.
"But Om Deka does not know the name of your mother dear, want to ask her permission how?". Whisper Deca into the Rose's ear, Mother Rose glanced at him.
"My mother's name is Sekar Om". Now it was Rose's turn to whisper into Deka's ear, Deka nodding her head.
"Sorry, can I play with Rose after school?". Deka approached Sekar who was still busy cleaning up.
"Sorry So....". Deka stopped saying.. She looked at him sharply.
The woman's eyes were like brown beads, she was probably 2 or 3 years old on Deka, pretty, but there were some black spots on her face, probably because the sun's ultraviolet rays were faithfully burning her skin, she was wearing a purple veil with floral motifs underneath, a long beige t-shirt and a long black skirt, she didn't say much, her face never even smiled, but her eyes on Deka were very piercing.
Whether the pain, whether hate, or fear, the eyes were so terrible for Deka.
The woman named Sekar who is currently standing in front of Deka, he made Deka's chest beat fast, and Deka's mouth stuttered.
Deka wanted to immediately turn away, but the Rose girl who was writhing beside him, made him stand still, albeit helplessly.
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Sorry a bit long Up her.please understand ya, preparation want lebaran, so a bit busy..
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