Hey You, I Love You !
Do you love me?

"You go first!", ask Ben gently while thinning his lips. He only felt that this woman should first shed all the weight in his heart.

Rose was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath to make preparations with his heart and mind. He looked at the man sharply.

"What are you really doing, sir?! Did you know that it was very dangerous?! What if you fall down?! What if I don't get to your hand and you jump straight to the ground?! Don't you love your own life?! You haven't even gotten sorry from me! Do you no longer need my apology?! Good then, just get the hell out of my life then! So that you can't hurt me anymore!", finally all that's stuck in the heart, Rose can forget it emotionally. Tears that originally only pooled in the eye pelupuk even, now no longer shy to slide around his white face.

"Rose!", the man left behind the two parcels he had survived with earlier. Then move quickly to scatter into Rose's embrace. Calms the woman down with a gentle touch on her back. Swipe by swab of warm palms to relieve his emotions.

"I'm not ready if you leave me, sir! I'm not ready! Only you, only you understand me. And it's just you where I complain. There was no way I could do that to Big Brother, as it would only make him worry even more about myself", Rose spilled all her feelings on the man's shoulder.

Rose's words just then were even like a long sword that was drawing straight into her heart. For Rose he was a trustworthy person, a reliable person. But what did he do to her?! What Ben did this afternoon made him very sick.

"You know best what I'm afraid of, sir! You know best how sad I am when I have to remember and experience something bad like that again. But why, why are you even making me worse?! You said you'd clean up what I thought was dirty. You said that! But why are you even making me feel so dirty, sir?! Why?!", the roaring cry that he had let out earlier while bathing now he had to let out again. Rose screamed so softly while beating the man's shoulder softly. The pain was very painful, now he was overflowing so that the man understood what Ben had done earlier to him really sliced the heart.

"Sorry! I-i'm sorry! Really, I'm sorry, Rose!", said Ben softly as he tightened his embrace on Rose. He buried his face in the recess of the woman's neck while immersing his regret so deeply.

"You're evil, sir! You're mean! You've made me feel dirty again. I'm getting dirty again now because of you, sir! Because of you!", this is the peak of Rose's loud cry. Sobbing loudly with the discharge of tears that increasingly heavy flashing shoulder Ben who now became soaked.

"No Rose! You're not dirty! You're not dirty at all. I'm dirty, my mind is dirty. My mind was too foggy just now. My heart burns with emotion when I see you with a man. Especially if you hug like that. My heart felt squeezed by anger which eventually overshadowed my brain and common sense. I'm sorry Rose, I'm sorry!", Ben also expressed his feelings. His feelings of guilt were so great with the explanation of why he did that to Rose earlier.

"Listen Rose! You're still the Rose you know. You are a pure and holy Rose. The dirty one is me, me! I am narrow-minded and hurt you. And now, please forgive me. Forgive me for how I treated you, Rose. I'm sorry!", Ben let go of his embrace. Then he cupped Rose's two flooded cheeks so that their faces faced each other.

"I'm not dirty?".

"Yes!".

"Yes!".

"I'm still holy?".

"Yes Rose, yes! You're still clean and holy. So don't think like that anymore", Ben nodded for the umpteenth time.

"Then are you jealous?", half-crying Rose uttered the question that had been stuck in her throat ever since. Ever since Ben said something on his doorstep, there was something Rose had caught. And he needs reassurance from the man's own mouth.

"I,,,", Ben immediately threw his gaze in the other direction. Avoiding direct eye contact with the woman. But that's exactly what Ben hasn't found the answer to. If there was Ana perhaps he would consult her on this matter. But the present situation was too urgent and made him have to think immediately.

"Do you love me?", Rose ventured to question this.

Everything they both experienced. All the sweet things they had. Was it just pseudo or was it indeed pure of the same feeling they had?! Or maybe only Rose has this?! A feeling he believes is the feeling of falling in love. Then the feeling of excessive heartache because the person who hurt him is the person he loves. Rose believed this in her. But what about that guy?! Does that man feel the same way as himself?! Rose wanted to know that.

Ben dropped his hand which suddenly felt limp. The question Rose asked was completely unexpected. This man, a man who did not yet clearly understand what love was, was wondering to himself. It's been a long time since she had to remember what it was like to feel in love for the first time with Ana. And the rest, all he remembered was the feeling of continuing to guard and protect him. That's how he understands.

And ah yes! Ben remembers, he also felt dislike and was very angry when he found out that Ana had chosen another man for her to love. But he did not know the name of the emotion. Is that what you call jealousy?! Is it because Ben used to love Ana so much that he was jealous knowing Ana had loved another man?! Then this same feeling does it have the same name?! So he was jealous when he saw Rose with another man?! So it's true that he loves that woman?!

For too long struggling with a thousand questions that burst into his mind, Ben did not even realize that he was currently being herded toward the door of the room. Her blank look disappointed Rose. He brought the man's body to his feet and guided his steps out. There's no point in him talking to that guy anymore.

The sturdy body of the man was already standing outside the door of his room. Rose turned around and walked in slightly until she would then close the door without seeing the man's face again. His heart was completely disappointed when the man was silent.

"Wait!", Ben had raised his head and used his hand to hold the door shut.