Nafisah walking towards the side of rose hill, it's already late afternoon. The afternoon wind here is very cool, just like the morning .. Nafisa can not return to the romance or study, Nafisah's mind is already a mess. looking for a little fresh air might calm her heart and mind.
Nafisah saw the red rose which had a fertile body in this garden, Nafisah was jealous of that rose .. why her life could look so beautiful? why can he thrive without hindrance? why is it here the color is so amazing and no one dares to touch it? why is it more fortunate to live like a rose than him ?.
"Hah! ..." Nafisah took a long breath, Nafisah staring at the sun slowly coming home. the color is very beautiful with a gradient of orange that shines brightly ...
Everything looks beautiful, why only Nafisah who looks sad here ?.