AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Flowers and Beetles

"Aishy... Explain to mom now. Why are you knocking on the door of the room in front of your room?? Was he the one who paid for our food at the restaurant? Did he send you that bouquet of flowers? Who her? What do you have to do with him??" Bu Wijaya immediately flocked Aisyah with various questions.

"Mom... So gini." Aisyah fixed her sitting position. He was ready to give an explanation to his mother. He knew his mother was starting to think about him.

"Yesterday, when I came to this hotel, in the lobby, I met a friend. Name's William. She's not my friend, either... That William, my friend's sister, Julia."

"Certainly??" Bu Wijaya is back to scout, impatient.

"I met in the lobby also just for a while, ma'am, he wants to meet with his office clients, I'll also go straight up here, to mom's room."

"Why do you keep knocking at the door in front? He's staying there?"

"Yes that's it, Mom. He was in room 314. Yesterday morning, at breakfast, I accidentally saw him again. He's coming out of the room, he's having breakfast too. We had breakfast together at the restaurant. That's it."

"You didn't make a deal with Aishy... The same Willem?"

"His name is William Bu, not Willem. He he he... I'm just like Mboh Nah."

"Let's wes that thing. You didn't make a deal with him, did you? Do nginep together at the hotel here?"

"Astaghfirullah Ma'am... Yes, it is not. Wong Aisyah had accidentally discovered him. How to make a deal. Aishy knew which room he wanted to stay in. I book her room."

"Yes, yes, too... I book her room." Bu Wijaya seemed to think. It is very unlikely if Aisyah made a pact in the room facing each other. Because he himself was the one who had booked a room for Aisyah, and Aisyah knew her room number after arriving at the hotel.

"But... Why did he send you flowers? Hayoo??"

"Hm... That's why I don't know why, Mom." Aisyah looked at the roses in front of her, then she touched them with her fingertips. This time, the roses William sent, not red roses, but pink roses with a tinge of red.

"But William was once, ma'am, give me flowers before."

"Well! So you've been given flowers like this??"

"Not often, Mom. Just once, it was after the birthday party of Julia, her sister William. I gave her a bouquet of roses, she said it was an introductory gift. Nothing special."

"So this is the second time? You're in love with flowers just like her?"

"Yes..." Aisyah smiled smirked.

Bu Wijaya also sat near Aisyah, he immediately understood. If his daughter's charm had made a man fall for her. He tried wisely, and did not want to judge his daughter. After all If there is a man who likes Aisyah, it is also not Aisyah's fault. "That's what, that in the love box?"

"Do not know Mom. Looks like a chocolate box." Aisyah grabbed the heart-shaped box, then opened the binding tape, and opened the box cover. Sure enough, the contents are various types of chocolate.

"Grrrttt" Aisyah's phone vibrated. There's an incoming call.

Aisyah stared at her phone screen. Name of William is listed. Aisha lifted it up.

Aisha: "Assalamualaikum."

William : "Walaikumsalam Aisha..."

Aisha: "You sent it?"

William : "Yes... You like the flowers? "

Ayesha: "Hmm, yes. Thanks."

William: "Don't eat the chocolate."

Aisha: "Then why did you give me chocolate if I couldn't eat it?"

William : "I want the chocolates to be ashamed, for there is something sweeter than they are. That's you, Aisyah."

Hearing William's words, Aisha let out a small laugh. He took a piece of chocolate and bit it.

Aisha: "You're late, I ate the chocolate. Ha ha ha."

William : "All right. Then, now go to your window."

Aisha: "Window??"

Aisyah walked towards the window, then pulled up her curtain. He looked down at the garden and the swimming pool. Several garden lights suddenly went off at the same time, leaving dark around it.

Slowly, a series of flickering lights lit up. Forming rows, winding and elongated.

Aisyah stared dumbstruck. The lights turned out to form his name AISYAH. And another row of lights under it, forming the sentence I LOVE YOU.

Aisyah. Termangu stared at those lights with an erratic feeling. He can't lie to his feelings. There is as much flattery as getting such treatment from someone.

William: "Have you seen it?"

Aisha : "Yes. I've seen it..."

William: "Then go to sleep. Good night Aisyah. Assalamualaikum."

Ayesha: "Goddessalam."

Aisyah sighed, then she closed the window curtain.

Bu Wijaya, who had been watching and witnessed what happened, seemed to understand.

"Is that him?" Bu Wijaya asked his daughter.

"Yes Mom. That's it."

"Who was his name?"

"His name is William Ma."

"Why are they called Western names? You're a bule."

"He is a blaster Ma'am. His father is German, his mother is Betawi."

"Looks like mom's gonna have a bule's ghost."

"Ih, what the hell is Mom."

"Do you like her Aishy?"

"Not the Mom. Wong I don't know him very well either."

"If you like it, it's okay. Let me tell your father later."

"Don't! Anyway, I can't tell dad." Tukas Aisyah fast.

"Why?"

"Mom, I don't have anything to do with him. Same William. So I can't tell you."

"But what did William do?? Does that mean nothing?? Looks like he really likes you. Look at this, this flower." Bu Wijaya touched Aisyah's bouquet of flowers. "Just a mother, a lifetime has never been loved by your father flowers."

"Yo wes, this flower is for me. Ha ha - ha..." Aisyah seduces her mother.

Aisyah and her mother began eating chocolate given by William.

"It's expensive chocolate, Aishy..." Said mother.

"Make me, if so, free. He he - he." Again Aisyah ticked her mother. I don't know, Aisyah felt her mood turn cheerful.

"The woman is like the flower of Aisha... And the man is like a beetle. So naturally, if a flower has bloomed, then there will be beetles approaching. The point is, take care of yourself."

"Yes mom... Aisyah. Mom, don't worry... Insha Allah Aisha will take care of herself." Aisyah hugged her mother spoiled.

(Cieee... Aisyah in love flowers again)

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