Roses For Roses (Rubber) Mas Army

Roses For Roses (Rubber) Mas Army
Doubt



The rose waited at the door, waiting for her lover to run in the morning. There was a loud voice of the Soldiers singing while running.


As the rose approached the gate of her house, Ikhsan stopped while giving her a red rose.


"Beauty morning. " Sapa Ikhsan.


"Favoured part. " Reply the Rose.


"Mas continue running. "


"Yes, I love you."


"I love you too. "


The rose kisses the rose of Ikhsan who gives the rose every day. The rose was placed in a glass bottle filled with water. The rose replaced yesterday's flowers with new ones.


"What a guarantee, his love will be faithful as he gave the red Rose flower to you. " Said Nia's mother who came - arrived.


"Auntie." The Rose immediately kissed the back of his hand.


"If he's serious, he'll marry you right away instead of buying time."


"It's Bi, you have to be patient. Maybe there's something we don't know why he's buying time. But I love him and love him." Rose Saying.


"Love needs proof the rose is not just a promise. You girls, how will people respond. Aunty doesn't want you to cry one day because of her."


*****


"So Bang Haikal already filed for marriage? "


"Yes, soon I'll be his Persit." Nirmala said with a smile.


"Congratulations, good luck until H." Roses with envy and sadness.


"If you are when, Bang Ikhsan is filing for marriage? " Tanya Nirmala.


"Say him I have to wait." Answer Roses.


"Maybe he's been mourning this time." Nirmala.


"Maybe." Rose Saying.


*****


"Mas, aren't we just engaged?" Rose Saying.


Ikhsan turned his head towards the Rose who was now staring seriously.


"Mas doesn't want a fiancee." Ikhsan.


"Why? " Task the Rose with question marks.


"Mas wants to get married." Answer Ikhsan.


"If you get married, when will you propose to me?. Mas, Bang Haikal has filed for marriage, Uncle Aunty always asks when we get married. Do you have anyone out there, and not known to me? "


"Mas belongs only to you, not to other women. This is still a bachelor, not a husband. Do you not believe in Mas, asked Bang Haikal he knew the Mas family knew the origin of Mas. "


"I just want certainty not promise."


"Mas will marry you, but please be patient a little." Ikhsan said while holding the hand of the Rose.


"Honey, I want to take you when you are husband and wife. So please be patient, so that you can be comfortable there."


"More and less understand what reason I never told you. I'd say there's no need to bring anything or give anything more, I just want Mas to come to the house to meet Uncle and Aunt said serious intentions, as long as the betrothed first."


"Abang will come to them, not to get engaged but to propose to get married. "


*****


The rose looks at the rose on the table, the flower that is always there and changes with the fresh one every day.


"A sprig of roses during this time Mas send every day that is never absent, signifying that he is always there. I'm afraid Mas if a rose never comes again Cuisine bring for me again. "


Tears of the Rose suddenly dripped, the fear of loss also arose. The immense love made Rose afraid and unwilling to part with Ikhsan.


*****


"You resigned? " Tell the Roses.


"Yes, I decided to resign and focus on the family. Bang Haikal asked me to be a housewife, because I would go where she was going. " Answer Nirmala.


"I'll lose you later, you're my best friend. " Say sad Roses.


"And there's Bang Ikhsan, he'll be a Friend at once. " Say Nirmala.


"Now yes, but tomorrow if he's his assignment in moved again how I. He just does not clearly want to be taken where this relationship is. Someone told me to wait and wait. "


The rose stared blankly towards the front, with its eyes glazed over with glass.


"That's what I didn't want and was afraid of, dying him or being abandoned."


******


"Bu Roses, please SPJ's Mom's photo copy." Said the Headmaster.


"Good Sir. " Say the Rose.


While photographing a school guard carrying a bag of crackles and placed it on his desk.


"What is it sir? " Tell the Roses.


"There is an online food, this is from Mr. Ikhsan for Mom. " The school guard named Ahmad answered.


"Thank you, sir. "


"Same - same mom. "


"Cieeee Mother Rose can be sent from Mr. Army, soon surely in boyong like Ms. Nirmala he resigned as honorary energy here. " Say Faul.


The rose only returned with a smile but her heart was upset.


***


"Mas, thank you for sending me lunch." Roses said in his phone call.


"Same - equally dear, not good? " Ikhsan said from across the street.


"Son, don't pay. " Say the rose with a smile.


"Darling, mas kangen. "


"Every morning I still miss."


"Maybe the kangen taste will be every day."


"What do you mean, Mas? "


"Mas assigned in the city of W, next week Mas will leave. "


Instantly both legs of the Rose felt weak, and unconsciously from the corner of her eyelids came tears.


"Receive it?"


"Mas must accept dear, Mas can not refuse because this is a task. But I promise I will always contact you. "


"Yes, I'll keep waiting."


"Because, I promise you that when you're done, Mas will marry you right away. "


*****


"What relationship we will end up here Mas, why after getting word from you will move my duties become doubtful."


Rose kept staring at the photo of herself and Ikhsan, the pain in the chest made Rose let go of her crying.


Hiks.. hiks...


"I don't want to lose you Mas, hiks.hiks. But until when do I have to be patient, the more days I doubt you."


*****


"So Ikhsan will move duties in W city? It's far from here, it's in the easternmost tip region. Do you guys have LDR? " Said Mr. Hadi.


"God willing I am. " Say the Rose.


"You're capable, he's a man. It could be there he had another lover, and the one made his wife was his new partner. "


"I trust Uncle, he's not like that." Rose Saying.


"Uncle just doesn't want you to cry out of love, if you want Uncle to be able to mate with a soldier as well, he's more mature than Ikhsan, only he served in N city. Uncle felt like he was a match for her, because he was looking for a soul mate."


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