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

Flea market

The rose looked into the boarding house that she and her mother were going to live in, a new place to start a new life.

The hands of the rose rubbed the wall paint that was a bit faded.

The table is still dusty.

And goods that are still messy akhibat have long been uninhabited.

"Son, are you sure you chose this house.??" said Pastri.

"God be sure buk, this house is good enough for the Rose buk, this house is just lacking care only" said Rose peeking at the kitchen.

There is no equipment, this means the Rose must shop to meet the home equipment first.

"Well, later after clean clean I want to take Azizah to the market, yes, ibuk gpp right alone at home.???, Roses want to buy home utensils", said Mawar trying to check the condition of the kitchen cupboard, which may need fixing for mom's safety in the kitchen.

"Yeah gpp son, but...??, do you still bring money.??, all right in the cottage" said Pastri.

"Alhamdulillah buk, atm cards and mobile phones are in the bag, as hateful as the residents of pesantren on us buk, they will not want to eat what is not their right, they will not eat what is not their right, all the hard work of the Roses and the savings of the Roses are in the bags they give us", said Roses dispel his mother's worries.

"Thankful then the Rose" said Mbak Lastri relieved.

"Yeah buk, if for us to survive a few months the savings of the Rose insyaallah is still enough" said Roses.

Pastri and Roses began to rent a new house.

In an instant, the house looked much different from its previous condition.

Tok...

"Assalammualaikum" said a woman at the door.

"Walaikumsalam", said the Rose out of his room.

"Roses..!!", exclaimed the woman, putting the food she brought on the table and immediately hugging the Rose.

The rose watched closely the face of the woman who was hugging him.

He may have been older than the last time the Rose met him, but his kindness to the Rose still remained the same and it was not difficult to recognize who the woman before him was.

"God, Mrs Ratih right...??, her mother Azizah .??" said Rose kissing the back of Ratih's hand.

"You are more beautiful the Rose" said Mrs Ratih stroking the cheek of the Rose like her own child.

"Thank you buk, let's have a seat" said Rawar invite Ratih ma'am to sit down.

Pastri who heard their conversation came out of the kitchen.

"Eh there are guests" said Mbak Lastri shaking hands with coach Ratih.

"Buk introduce, this is Ratih's mother Azizah, and Mrs Ratih introduce this is my mother, Ratna's mother" said Mawar introduced the two of them.

"Buk I bring food for ibuk and Roses, please accept yes.", said Bu Ratih gave a package of Food that he brought from home.

"Thank you, thank you lhoo buk, so bothered to bother" said Mbak Lastri received the package.

"Oh yes buk, sorry Roses can not buy drinks, Roses still want to buy kitchen equipment" said Roses.

"Gpp Mawar, mendingan to the market just like ibuk aja, it happens that mother also wants to shop, if you want to invite Azizah too, he still teaches lessons in musholah, it will take a long time", said Mrs Ratih.

"By the buk, the Rose is ready first yes buk" said the Rose into his room.

Pastri and Ratih ma'am chatted at length while waiting for the Rose to prepare.

"Let's buk", said Rose out of his room.

"Yes, I say yes buk" Ratih said on lastri.

"Well, the rose pamit, assalammualaikum" said Rose kissing the back of her mother's hand.

"Yes, the rose, Walaikumsalam" said Mbak Lastri to take them to the front of the house.

With an angkot ride, Ratih and Roses leave for the Market.

"Yes, Roses come along" said Roses looking around from the window.

He is trying to enjoy his new environment which this time will be his residence.

About half an hour away, Ratih asked to get off by the side of the road.

"Stop here sir, here's the money.., yuk Mawar.!!", said Mr. Ratih down from the angkot invite Roses who are still looking out the window.

It looks more obvious from the outside of the sky.

It is seen that they have arrived at the flea market which was meant by Ratih.

They also walked past the sellers who presented their goods.

Mrs Ratih looks busy choosing the items she needs.

While the Rose looked at the goods around him.

The view of the Rose is fixed on the goods in the corner of the Market.

He seems interested in buying it.

Madam Ratih who saw the Rose focused on looking the other way then reprimanded her.

"Rose..??, you are interested in something..??" said Bu Ratih disperse the focus of the Rose.

"Oh, is that.??" said the Rose pointing to the item he wanted.

"Look we see there" said Mrs Ratih pulled the hand of the Rose approached the target of the Rose.

The rose seemed very enthusiastic to buy it.

Roses touch it and check carefully the condition of the goods in front of it.

After the bargain helped by Mrs Ratih, Roses finally got it.

She had a sweet smile on her lips.

"Yes already, we go directly to the vegetable market well, later we stop by the tool shop, this is so here first, mother will rent a pick up to bring our groceries, and then we will, we will come here again yes", said Mrs Ratih.

"Yes buk", said the Rose.

After everything they need has been bought, they ride the pick up to go home.

When he arrived home, Rose immediately called his mother, while the pick-up driver was still busy dropping off their groceries.

"Oh.???, buk..??, here...!!", said Rose looking for her mother into the kitchen.

"Why Roses.??" said Pastri confused with the gleeful face of Roses.

"Yuk joined the Rose", said Rose took her mother out of the house.

Pastri was staring at the goods that were being dropped by the driver.

"Masyaallah Roses, where do you get..??" said Pastri with a happy face.

"I got it at the flea market buk, yes despite the former but the condition is still good" said Roses with a fluffy smile.

Lastri's brother approached the sewing machine and the cloth roll that had come down from the pick up, he was deeply moved to see it.

"Rose, you sure you want to sew again.??, I thought you would not sew again" said Mbak Lastri still fingered the sewing machine that was bought by Roses.

"Oh, it's a hobby as well as the work of the Rose, what because it reminds the Rose of the same pesantren so the Rose will not sew again.???, do not buk, do not buk, so also the Rose does not have to work far away from the mother at home" said Mawar.

Pastri hugged his only child, Rose was so considerate and took care of his mother.

Pastri was very grateful at the gift of a child like the Rose, even though he was not born from his own womb.

"We start from zero, pray for the Roses" said Rose holding her mother's hands and kissing her.

"Definitely son, definitely", said Mbak Lastri fully support the intention of his son