The RoofTop Girl's
Last Flowers
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As usual, my novel is not a long-term episode, actually the story of The Rooftop Girl Galih Audrey lived a few more parts ended but it turns out there is a story Dimas-Sonia nyempil here, but there is a story, so we continue to finish yes...For the next part, the focus of the conflict resolution Dimas-Sonia
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Djakarta,
At 0800 wib
Dimpled
Early in the morning he was in the office, dressed in a full brown uniform, with rank on his shoulders and a badge on his left chest, very neat, not usually. Well, he very rarely wears a uniform to the office, if there are no meetings or meetings.
The national dress is usually just a navy polo shirt, or a white shirt, but since today there will be a meeting in Polrestabes later at noon, join the group of the Father of Police, he must wear full PDH (Daily Service Clothing).
It had been three weeks, but Sonia did not also give her a decision, whether the girl might reject him. Well the probability of rejection from Sonia is indeed very large, first Sonia ever said she did not like the police, the two girls were looking for a man whose religion is good, the third she was widower even had one tail, obviously Sonia will choose a bachelor Hannan, who is an ustadz and moreover not a cop.
He grinned bitterly at the dead laptop screen, his heart was so sick, there was something kind of an indiscretion that tore at the soul, so deep. Ouuchh shhitt, apparently this is heartbreak, very painful. The pain of a man like himself who has never experienced rejection in a lifetime. And now, it was only the first time I had that name rejected, the pain was severe.
For some reason, his hopes for Sonia were so great, he had never fallen in love this deeply before, to the point of not being willing if the girl loved another man. As he once read in a novel, the hardest part of loving you, is knowing that you love someone else, and not me. Exactly right.
The exhaling of deep breath, hoping that the chest tightness will decrease, in fact not at all, even it increases tightness. Come on Dimas, this isn't you, who's mellow just because of a woman.
"Where'd you go bang?" Elan replied when she found herself who had scooped the car keys on the table.
"Let's go out for a minute, meeting's in three hours, right, it's 10 o'clock you go back to the office."
He drove the car slowly down the road, without direction, without purpose. And either the universe is kind or it has a soul mate, that girl. Well, the beautiful Sonia in a white-and-white uniform, typical health person walks alone carrying a plastic bag filled with paper and books.
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Sonia
It was still nine when he had just come out of the Hospital area to take data for the purposes of his thesis research proposal, there was no lecture schedule, until he intended to go home. But a car honked quietly right next to him walking.
He stopped and recognized the car as his property, Dimas. The man got out of the car, smiled knots, looked handsome in a brown uniform that was very fitting in his body, it was undeniable that the men in uniform would look much more dazzling.
Wooii, Sonia nothing, Istighfar, wooi. Submit your eyes, Jeng!!!
Her heart whose walls were painted white, noisily reminded.
He finally smiled back, at least a smile of relief because he saw Dimas was fine without anything less, it turned out that last night was just a sleeping flower, thank God.
"Where are you going?" Brother Dimas approached her.
"You're home."
"Sister delivery?"
"Not now working hours, how do you run?" Investigate that man.
Brother Dimas glanced at his watch at a glance.
"There's still an hour left, come with brother for a minute, there's something you want to show." Brother Dimas who without waiting for his approval immediately opened the car door.
"Where?" He glimpsed at the man who focused on his wheel.
"Till in a minute." And before long, the car was already beautifully parked in front of a flower stall.
"Just stay in the car first, come on." Dimas opened the car door for her. But he didn't budge.
"What's wrong?"
He sighed softly, "Sister isn't shy about taking the girl to the flower stall in full uniform in office hours like this?"
He could see Dimas was stunned, then smiled clumsyly, he entered the car again, grabbed something from the back of the car seat that turned out to be a gray sweater, wearing it quickly.
"Like this is enough?"
***
They walked in tandem into the back stall area and, something that left him completely flabbergasted, there were hundreds of species of roses in the middle of developing, beautifully lined up there.
"When you first came here, I thought you would be very happy if you were invited to see all this."
"Aren't you buying the roses here yesterday?" Take briefly.
"Mas, can you please make a bouquet of roses, jumbo size yes." Brother Dimas spoke to the kiosk employee.
"The colors are mixed or..."
"Red roses all."
He chose to walk slowly around a row of colorful roses there. Before long, from behind, he saw that Dimas had brought a bouquet of jumbo-sized roses.
"For you, take it." Said slowly.
"Maybe this will be the last flower, if your choice doesn't fall on me later." And Dimas smiled again.
"I'm sorry, I-I..."
"It's okay, don't force it when it comes to the feeling chapter." He smiled calmly, and again, he's smile.
"I mean until now I haven't been able to decide, give me a little more time."
"Well, never mind, I'll wait your answer. I just want you to know that I have high hopes for you, I love you Sonia, really love you."
"I, I've never been in love this deeply before, a-I, I'm sorry, speaking of love..." Brother Dimas pinched the base of his nose repeatedly.
***
"I'll give you an answer as soon as possible, thank you flowers." He nodded slowly and got out of Dimas' car which stopped right in front of the mosque near the house after leaving the flower stall.
"Sorry not to stop by, greetings to Amak and Agil." The sound of Dimas in the car.
"Yes, thank you." He was still standing until Dimas's car drove away, then quickly walked while carrying a large bouquet of flowers in hand.
He placed the bouquet on the study table, watching it for long-goals, the red rose based on his philosophy is a flower that represents a deep feeling of love for the couple. His heart rippled, long enough he pensively looked at the flower.
"Maybe this will be the last flower, if your choice doesn't fall on me later."
For some reason he was not willing if it was the last flower, he wanted to continue to be sent flowers by that figure, today, tomorrow, even for many more years to come. Does that mean he has an answer?
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Jakarta: Suicide bombings happen again. This time target******** is pointing to Central Jakarta Polrestabes at 12.00 wib this afternoon. In addition to the death toll, the Head of the Public Information Bureau of the Police Public Relations Division, Brigadier General Dedi Mulyono, revealed that as many as six people had been injured, consisting of four members of the Police, one freelance day worker, and one civilian.
***
His phone was unceasingly ringing that afternoon, he who was helping the frying rampage, was forced to stop the activity to see who was calling.
"Haloo, Assalamualaikum."
"Girishalam, uniii!!!" Audrey's voice was heard crying at the end of the phone.
"What's Drey?"
"Kak Dimas.kak Dimas, uni to Bhayangkara Hospital now, we have gathered here."
Brother Dimas...
"Silver Dimas, why?" He could no longer hide his panic.
"Sak Dimas was the victim of a suicide bombing in Polrestabes this afternoon."
Degg
Time seemed to stop, his breathing was blocked, the phone was cut off and he was still stuck in place.
Last flower
I offer to the most beautiful
As a sign of love for her
Last flower
It becomes a stored memory
Never gonna lose 'tuk forever
(Last Flower-Baby Romeo)
To be Continue
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