Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Meeting of two friends.

The rose decides to forget all her past.

He took his mother out of town if necessary.

Building new lives, with new people and environments.

Roses do not want to forever be imagined the shadow of their origin and the ridicule of people who know him.

Angkot riding Roses continue to drive down the highway.

The rose tries to strengthen the heart with its decision now.

Lastri clasped his son's hand, and tried to strengthen him.

Pastri will support all Rose decisions this time.

It looks like the angkot passed through the city terminal.

"Wait sir.!!, we stop here only", exclaimed Rose extending money to the transport driver.

Pastri and Rose came down from the angkot and looked around.

"Rose...??, where are we going.??" said Pastri, not knowing the direction of the Rose.

The rose holds the hand of her mother.

"Buk, Roses want us to go far from here, we open a new sheet the same yes, if Roses have a lot of money, maybe today if you need Roses to take you abroad, all of you, so that the shadow of the origin of the Rose is no longer visible" said Rose holding his mother's hand.

Pastri started crying again, she stroked the Rose Hijab.

"Of course, son, wherever you go, mother must come" said Mbak Lastri hugging the Rose.

"Thank you" said Rose, holding back her tears that were about to fall.

They board the bus and go wherever fate takes them.

Most importantly they can be far from the bitter things they have experienced.

4 Hours after the bus drove, Pastri fell asleep on the shoulders of the Rose.

The rose stayed awake throughout the journey.

He arranged his heart so that He was strong and strong, he would start his career in a new place.

He will forget Doctor Malik, pesantren, mr. Kyai, even other memories.

They are good people, and they will only lose if they are close to me, murmured the Rose inwardly trying not to cry anymore.

Almost 6 hours the bus drove, and finally stopped at a terminal.

"Oh, we've arrived" said Rose slowly waking her mother.

Pastri woke up and looked out the window.

"We where is the Rose.??" asked Mbak Lastri did not recognize at least their destination.

The rose only shook her head, hinting that she did not know where she was.

"Wherever this is, this is our new place to open" said Roses holding his mother down from the bus.

Roses walk down the highway.

He followed the footsteps carrying him.

Not how long.

Adzan isya roared.

"We go to the mosque first yuk buk", said Mawar holding his mother's hand across the highway to get to the mosque nearby.

The rose prays and pits in prayer to God the owner of life.

He begged to be given strength for the sake of his mother who is now getting older.

Roses just want to live peacefully and take care of their mother in her old age.

The girl's face looked familiar to Rose, but she could not remember who the girl in front of her was.

The rose tried to approach the girl in front of him.

He looked at the girl's face carefully.

"Assalammualaikum.??, sorry mbak, have I met you before.??" said Rose sitting next to the girl.

The girl seemed to hear the greeting of the Rose.

"Walaikumsalam, does it feel that way...??" said the girl also curious about the Rose question.

Then the Rose looked at the girl carefully.

He saw the girl looking forward with a blank look.

The rose kept seeing his movements, as if reminding him of someone.

Then the girl is seen trying to reach a stick in front of her.

The eyes of the Rose glazed with glass, he guessed who was in front of him.

Then Rose took the girl's hand and gave her the wand she had been looking for.

"Thank you" said the girl receiving her wand.

Then the Rose took the girl's hand back and placed it on her face.

"Mbak...??", said the girl confused.

But when her hand touched the face of the Rose, the girl seemed to be silent and recognized the Rose.

The girl shed tears.

The rose and the girl seemed to recognize who was in front of them.

They hugged, their cries broke.

"O Allah is the Rose.!!!, are you that.??" said the girl.

The roses cry happily.

"Iyaaa Azizah, I am the Rose of your childhood friend" said Mawar stroking the veil of Azizah, the girl who was right in front of him.

They also miss each other.

Pastri who saw it did not want to interfere with the moment between the two friends.

"Where have you been Roses.??, since you announced that you were the champion of the class in the smp first, you never visited me again, I thought you would not be friends with me anymore" Azizah explained.

"You wouldn't expect anything I've experienced until now Azizah, I just want to open a new page here while taking care of my aging mother", mawar said looking at his mother who was resting on the terrace of the mosque.

"I understand Roses, the most important thing now is that I can see you again" Azizah said, not wanting to force Roses to tell her the problem.

"Then, why are you here Azizah.??" asked Roses.

"Mom and I moved here because our school was closed, so my mother and I went here and opened a roadside newspaper, thank God it could meet our needs all this time, oh yes, now where are you going Roses.??" said Azizah.

"Either Azizah" said Roses still confused with her condition, but he saw her mother was very tired.

"Look, you better contract next to me, there happens to be a house that is being contracted by the owner" said Azizah who offered the solution to the Rose.

Roses look bright and give thanks.

"Thank God, thank you Azizah, I am so happy to be close to you again" said Roses.

"Yes, come with me, I will take you to the owner of the house yes", said Azizah rising from her seat.

Roses also invite Pastri to follow Azizah.

The rose tells who Azizah is.

Pastri was happy because in every distress, God still gives the Rose a chance to smile.