BACK (IN LOVE)
Mama
I painstakingly brought him into the house.
I found out he was delirious about my name. It's not a cold-hearted person who lets someone who's drunk himself in his car. Not me at all. I pulled her hand and wrapped it around my neck and slowly lifted her quite heavy body. Slowly with half-step I finally managed to drag him to my doorstep.
As soon as possible, turn the door knock and I bring him in. Until my living room lay on a sofa bed that is enough for 1 person.
"if our initial meeting had been good, maybe I would have liked you" I said, now looking at her 'handsome' face, I could not help but. What Alena said is true. Efrian, this is, Handsome.
...***...
"good morning" said a man greeting me who had just opened my eyes.
I remember, very much remember. Last night, I laid down and sat next to him. Apparently I fell asleep too. Red color is grabbing my face at the moment. It's a shame, but like I'm tied up I can't go anywhere right now. Want to drown in the Mariana Trench alone.
"heyyyy", his voice broke my daydream. Back to the fact that I was here. Accompany him to sleep all night. Oh shit, what the fuck. Why am I here?! Whoever it is please take me away now. My name is in my heart.
"oh you're up, don't get me wrong, last night I found you out there, so I brought you into my house" I said
"thank you", he replied as he threw a sweet smile from his lips. Makes me not want to catch the meaning of that smile.
"indi" said he, calling my name as I stood walking towards my room.
"you know my name from where?", asked me who was a little surprised.
"your teacher. that day I wanted to apologize so I asked your name, but we met on the street that night" he explained
I nodded, "what did you call me?", asked again
"i, want a black rose with you, I need it every Saturday" she said, looking down.
"it's expensive", I replied
"i'll pay you if you give me the flowers every week",
"actually for what?", my question is now full of curiosity
"i need to" he answered again.
"i'll think, you go home, you'll make a misunderstanding later if you stay here, soon my staff will come" I ordered the person who was still sitting there limp.
After saying that, I left him. I saw from a distance he was still sitting and massaging his head, it might hurt, but it was completely open to my business.
Instead of cleaning up, I stood looking at him at home from a corner of my house that was impossible to realize. Still staring at him until he stood up and left the living room where he stayed last night.
...***...
a message came into my phone
'In, I want to order 10 stalks of black roses and white roses each, at 3 pm I'll take'
Reading that message I know that he sent. I immediately walked towards my black rose garden with its flowers beginning to bloom. Then, pluck 10 stalks for me to prepare before later the man returns angrily.
"tumben", said Alena who was apparently standing in the doorway earlier.
"message Ef", I answered
"he just ordered flowers" I replied
"but it's not on the order list.does she order directly to you?", Alena's question is enough to make me lose.
Alena knows very well, that all our customers never order directly to me even though no. I'm on our Instagram bio. More often people will order via DM or a phone directly connected to the store.
"yes", I answered briefly
Alena looked at me meaningfully as well as ridiculed. Go by and take the flower and arrange it.
...***...
I walked into the doctor's office, saw my friend who works at this hospital. I had an appointment, after I passed out at the house that night.
"come in" he said.
I obey the words of Sauqi, my friend, Dr. Sauqi.
"what's up? tumben once the florist is medicated, he said enough to see the flowers blooming alone had made his typhus not relapse", check Sauqi who saw me sitting in front of him
"i fainted, because I drank too much, some days I got less rest. Just wanted to make sure I was okay doctor!", I said
The man in front of me laughed. Then he checked me. All the results of the examination well there is no obstacle whatsoever. I just need enough rest. Make sure not to get tired and not make my typhoid come back.
Because there's no need to worry. I stepped out of his practice room and let the next patient in for a check-up. Not far from Sauqi's room, I saw a very familiar person carrying something I knew for sure.
"ef", call me
"eh, indi, sick? why?", he asked looking worried. But for what to worry about, I am not who.
"ah no, just checking the country passed out yesterday, whose looks?", asked while staring at the flowers and his eyes alternately
"mama" she replied "want to come?", she asked
I was confused to answer whether it was still silent. "if you don't want to be okay" he said again
"i don't think so, because I have to go to that, uh, ke.", I haven't finished giving an excuse, my sentence and then just cut it.
"next time aj ya in, I'm there, you're careful", pointing to the hallway leading to his mother's hospital room, he then waved to me and now walked away
What is this feeling? It was bad to have rejected it. Feelings of regret seem to exist as well. There are also feelings of fear, fear that I actually have other feelings for him.
...***...
Arriving home, I lay my body on the sofa bed in the guest room. Tired, I was just in the hospital. While lying down, my eyes were busy with the phone screen I was playing.
Back to open WA, IG, TWITTER, when I re-open WA, I see a number that has not been named there. 'luckily the chat has not been deleted', I said in my heart. 'hahaha, what is this? I thought about it again and again!!, it is not sane you are indi'.
I quickly named the contact. I also thought about sending him a message and apologizing to him for rejecting him earlier. While thinking I look at the story WA sent people who are friends with me. A story, from the person I was thinking about.
Still blushing embarrassed, as if I happened to save the number and see the activities of others who were shared through this application. A story from 'Efrian' appears now. My eyes forced round the corneas after seeing the contents of the story.
