Roses For Roses (Rubber) Mas Army

Crushed Already

Ikhsan just silently looked towards Akbar who was busy resuscitating Roses, only a disappointed and angry look at his two. While Mr. Hadi and Ms. Nia looked at Ikhsan in confusion.

"Sorry maybe my arrival made her bride faint." Ikhsan.

"You certainly do not know, who is the woman who is now with my brother, and who is the Father of the Mother of a match for Kak Akbar. She's Rose, my lover who for two years I've been dating, and intends to marry her. And for Mr. Hadi and Ms. Nia, you are natural to accuse me of only uncertain remarks, giving vague hope. It's my fault, but it's all there's a reason. " Ikhsan said.

"You mean, this rose is your lover? " Task Mr. Handoko.

"Mirza is Ikhsan? " Said Mr. Hadi.

"You must have heard the story of Mrs Mirza, my name is Ikhsan Mirza Kamaluddin. Maybe Mawar thought Mirza was someone else, because I was called Ikhsan, while Mirza was here. Why do you take what is mine, why should my loved ones take it." Ikhsan said emotion.

"Sir, I swear by God I don't know the Rose is your future wife. Brother just found out when it happened, saw your photo with the Rose. " Said Akbar.

"Lantas, why do you continue?? "

"Because, we both don't want to lie to you or hurt you. We better do it now, than later." Ikhsan.

"So I know how much it cost me and my sacrifice. I woke up for a year to make it all happen, why did I do it to the Rose, because my wasted child never gets the affection or material happiness of people who really make me exist in this world. I do not want the Rose to feel how not to get affection and love. For me the love of Father Mother is very sincere, but there is still a different taste. I'm self-aware of who I am, so I always try to be alone and always give in to my brother, but why don't you give up instead take it."

The atmosphere of the party became noisy because Ikhsan continued to speak loudly until the wedding cake Ikhsan was destroyed.

"Stop boy, stop. You don't break your sister's party, it's her special day. He doesn't know son, the rose is your lover. Even if you're an adopted child we never distinguish you. Please don't ruin his party. " Tell me Ratih cried.

"I love her Mom, I love her." Ikhsan.

"I also loved her, from that first meeting. And the rose loved me proof that she gave up all of it. So don't expect you to snatch the Rose, she's now your sister-in-law."

"I don't know, my nature. Remember, they are all witnesses. How disappointed just now, take care of the Rose. Don't hurt him, be happy. " Ikhsan said then left with a chaotic look on his face.

Rose woke up with a very dizzy head, looks her husband is now accompanying her.

"Where is Ikhsan? " Tanya Roses immediately revealed her blanket but was held by Akbar.

"You are now my wife is not her boyfriend anymore. " Answer Akbar.

"Mas know who he is? "

"Mas knows she's your boyfriend, right?"

"So Mirza is Ikhsan? "

"right."

"Wicked you, you will separate us."

"Evil, then your feelings for me are not evil either. "

"Why do you shut up if I'm his girlfriend. "

"Because of me, we all didn't know that you were Ikhsan's girlfriend. Mas knew the moment after the incident saw your photo with Ikhsan. "

"But why do I continue, what kind of brother are you." Rose snapping.

"Are you going to hurt Ikhsan, save all what we do." Akbar.

"You know, more like this than later. It'll hurt more for Ikhsan."

*****

Ikhsan leaned against the glass wall, the large house with the surrounding red Rose flower garden, Ikhsan continued to stare towards a painting that he had just opened.

"Son."

Ikhsan turned his head towards Ratih's mother while carrying the rice box.

"Why Mom's here, not her the show's still going on. " Ikhsan said.

"I'm sorry you're the same father."

"Nothing's wrong, I'm wrong. Try if from the beginning I obey his wishes surely I am still the same Rose."

"Now Rose your sister-in-law, forget her."

"Everyone easily told me to forget him, while my love was the same he was great ma'am. "

"But reality remains, ma'am, it remains I who must retreat."

Ratih's mother hugged Ikhsan, a mother's cry made Ikhsan rub both her foster mother's eyes.

"Mom don't cry, it's a happy day, Akbar. I'll learn strong."

"Son, why is your life like this? How do you make your Mom the same Father so you are happy. "

"There is no need to be a way ma'am, let Ikhsan be happy by himself. And ma'am, I'm sorry about all Ikhsan's mistakes. And Ikhsan apologizes to Mom and Dad. And Ikhsan is very grateful to Mother and Father who have educated Ikhsan as now."

"Don't go leave Mother with Mr. Nak, hiks.. hiks. "

"I will always communicate with Mom, but honestly I can't be around you. "

Hiks. hiks..

"Mother please son. "

"Mom, this is the key to the house please I love the Roses and this set of jewels. Whatever all this is willing to do, Ikhsan already intends love for him."

"What will Akbar allow? "

"That's the deal later, the important thing is that the rose knows. All this time he's got to be patient."

"Mother take care, greetings to Father. Sorry Ikhsan can't stay here long."

Hiks.hiks...

"Take yourself son."

******

The event has finished, Roses prefer to go to sleep immediately. Akbar who saw his wife had fallen asleep preferred to leave the room.

Rose's eyes were open, there was clear liquid coming out from the corners of both eyes.

"I'm sorry, because I'm you guys like this now." Saying Roses slowly.

While Akbar prefers to sit on a garden chair while enjoying the light of the moon. His eyes were blankly staring upwards.

"Accad."

"Mother."

"Why don't you sleep, it's two in the morning."

"Mother herself why not sleep? "

"Mother cannot sleep, a Mother's heart will be disturbed when one of the Mother's children leaves. "

"I mean Ikhsan's mother? "

"When you know the Rose of Ikhsan's lover why do you continue? "

"Because that night, we had to get married."

"Almost right?"

"What Mother didn't think, almost that the two brothers had seen each other."

"You shouldn't do that, even if she's not your sister's boyfriend."

"I love her too, and I'm responsible ma'am."

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