The charm of Vegetable Kang

Planting Roses

Queena cried in silence in the toilet. How fate has brought down a sharp loneliness for him. Queena groped his memory. In the events that have passed. Did he ever accidentally plan to be a victim?

After coming out of the toilet room, Queena reflected. Under the swift water of the faucet, he put his hand. Letting the flow of water massage his palms. Queena found a little comfort. He then washed his face, straightened his body and tried to smile at his reflection.

"No pa-pa, Queena."

The girl tried hard and strong. In fact, before coming out of the toilet, Queena had time to look for a bottle of water that was thrown into her body. He picked up the bottle, and put it in the trash.

Queena did not go back to the classroom. Getting in wet clothes will only make it a laughing stock. The girl chose to go to the best place in school, the roof.

There was nobody on the roof. On another day, Queena might be lucky to meet Azka. However, now Azka was struggling in the selection. So, it's okay if Queena only found Azka plants.

Queena looked around. Azka garden looks well maintained even though some plants withered due to sunburn. There are various medicinal plants, as well as vegetables. Queena smiled, a little envious of them.

"Yes, you can always get Azka's attention."

Queena walked over, looking around while waiting for her clothes to dry. He smiled again to see the tomato plants that bear fruit, the fruit is still light green. He remembers eating toast with Azka.

Queena looked at the vine that was starting to bear fruit. The plant ignites and interlocks in a curved skeleton. Queena recalled again, how she had once cried under her shade.

Even now, he still wanted to cry. But his energy is almost gone. Why are we constantly sad?

Queena then looked at the installation of pipes planted with Azka lettuce, kale and spinach. Also piles of sacks filled with fertilizer. However, he felt surprised when he found small clay pots near the fertilizers. He could hardly believe what he saw.

"Azka nanam the rose?"

Queena found some pretty hidden rose seeds. Some have flower buds that have not yet bloomed. Finding it, Queena felt much better.

"It turns out this is Azka's romantic side."

Queena smiled to herself. Imagine that Azka is talking to him. Especially if the reason the man planted roses was because of him. For, as Queena recalled, before they met each other there were no roses in Azka's garden. Queena was sure of that.

Queena gained the strength to rise from the grief that came this morning. He can confidently and confidently walk into class. The Azka Garden is a magical place. It was as if all wounds could be healed there. While going down the stairs, Queena asked impatiently, when could she and Azka always be together?

***

"Thank you, yeah, Ka, it's been anterin here."

"Together, Anya. I'm smiling, uh I mean, I could help you."

The stinging heat was not an obstacle for Anyala, nor was Azka. They both got used to it. Even so, they have mobilized all their body and soul to fulfill schoolwork. More than that, being a raiser team is one of the highest ideals and expectations for high school students.

"You know what, Ka, it's like to lose the most loving person in the world?"

Azka was silent, trying to understand Anyala's feelings. Women who have always been strong and cheerful. Is Anyala showing the other side of herself? Azka was suddenly confused.

"Sir Nita, I did it, sister. Is Brother proud?"

While holding a gravestone bearing Nita's name, Anyala cried. Unlike when he saw Queena crying, now Azka felt frozen.

What can he do? A few minutes earlier, they were still laughing together? Azka wanted to wipe Anyala's shoulder. He gave words of encouragement, but he could not.

In the end, Azka just kept quiet beside Anyala. In a less crowded burial ground, Azka finds herself back in Anyala.

"Anyala .. I'm sorry."

"Huh? What's the?"

Suddenly Anyala turned her head, stopping her crying just like that. Azka who was not ready with Anyala's reaction was shocked not playing.

"Emh! That, I mean. I-i-"

"Byeah, Ka, by the way. You want to screw me because I'm a whiny, right?"

Anyala immediately wiped her tears. Don't want to look weak for longer.

"Hmh, that's not it, Anya."

Anyala said goodbye, "His going first, sister. Anya will always miss Nita."

"Ofrighten!"

Azka immediately followed the girl's steps. Soon, the guy could match Anyala's move.

"Don't be angry, dong, Anya."

"Gue wasn't angry. Come on, we're home."

"okay."

"Yes."

Suddenly Anyala stopped, she looked at Azka with interest. Like a predator intimidating its prey.

"What?"

Azka felt really troubled with Anyala. The attitude of the girl, easily changed.

"Don't tell anyone that I cry."

"eeh? It's."

"This is me!" anyala snapped which made Azka laugh.

"But, no fun. Just be careful if anyone finds out I cried just now."

The two go back together. This time more relaxed than before.

"Yes, I promise."

"Thanks." -."

"Oh, yes, Anya. I'd like to apologize because .. I feel lucky."

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes. I never expected to be able to participate in the selection of the paschib, let alone we were chosen to represent Bekasi at the provincial level."

"Yes, nice, dong. Why apologize."

"Don't pa-pa if I feel happy when you cry like that?"

"No pa-pa, Ka. I'm not, it's nobody. Just a little classmate. We don't know each other yet, so what I'm feeling, doesn't mean you have to be sympathetic."

"Key."

In silence the two continued walking, reaching outside the burial area. They knew they had to separate soon.

"Where are you going?"

"To school, Anya. I want to see the plants."

"Basic gardener!" anyala tayek.

"Lo himself? Going to school, too, right?"

"Gue just go home, Ka."

"Basic mama's son!" ejek Azka back. They both laughed while waiting for the vehicle.

As she parted, Azka felt a great happiness living in her chest. Together with Anyala he will represent Bekasi City in selection at the provincial level.

On the other hand, Anyala also felt relieved. That he was elected, is proof for the school when he volunteered. Anyala hopes to qualify for the national level. That way, Mama and Papa must be very proud of him. Maybe also with the person she misses so much, Sister Nita.

In different places both Anyala and Azka, knit the connected dream thread. The threads, knotted neatly and beautifully, soared far into the sky. Hope there will be a bright light in their lives as teenagers. In a colourful day.

"Good luck, Anyala," Azka whispered as she looked up at the afternoon sky from her beloved garden on the rooftop of the school. 1062