BUCIN STARLA'S HUSBAND
ROSE FOR STARLA
“La, it looks like Devan likes lo,” said Kiki opened the conversation when the two just arrived in class. That morning the course of Philology with its first meeting.
“Which guy might want to be with me. In any aspect it is different,” said Starla. Kiki clucked in annoyance. Starla is too pessimistic about her life.
About the incident two nights ago at the Cafe, Kiki can conclude that Devan is interested in his best friend. Kiki learns of the news from Lany, Starla's childhood friend who is also very familiar with her.
“But, that Devan has a girlfriend,” Kiki said again.
“Pacar?” Starla.
“Iya. Said they were a generation and a son of Literature too.”
“If Devan what faculty?”
Kiki smelled a smile. “Faculty of business management, same as Ezekiel.”
“If two more massage?” ask Starla.
“Oh, both of which are Engineering children. Darren and Juna.”
Starla nodded in understanding, then sat on her lap. Kiki is busy with her Philology book.
Classes began to be crowded with students, said some friends who had just entered there are some upper semester children who will repeat also in the course of Philology.
Starla and Kiki are engrossed in their respective worlds, Starla is busy messaging her mother.
Braghs…
Kiki. How not, the table's buzz was exactly on her and Starla's desk. Starla seems ordinary.
"Can you find somewhere else?" ask the short-haired girl.
Starla. "I mean find somewhere else? Um, sorry. Me and my best friend are in class here, and from the beginning we're in, we've been sitting on this chair and table."
Sherren. The girl smiled cynically at him. "Lo Maba is here. Before you sit here, I'm early. Understand lo!" tukas Sheren's.
"Keep in your opinion, since I'm Maba here, I must obey your will?"
The classroom that had been noisy was suddenly silent, only the voices of the two girls filled the room. Kiki was silent not daring to argue. Basic Kiki cupu.
"La, that. Don't get kicked out" whispered Kiki, very slowly. Even Starla barely heard his voice.
"Lo dare to be with me?!" hardik Sheren's.
"As long as I'm right, I'll never be afraid. Sorry, I don't have time to serve you" Starla said.
"Wake you!" cry out to the fiery Sheren. How dare Maba this one to him.
"My place is here" Starla said.
"Lo!"
"Never play with me!" press Starla, her right hand held Sheren's wrist that was about to slap her.
Damnit. There is no history of Sheren being fought like today. Then this girl, only she can fight Sheren.
"What's this?" The voice of the old man from the doorway decided the death gazes of the two girls.
Starla takes her grip off Sheren's hand. "There's nothing, sir."
"Our business is not finished yet" whispered Sheren in front of Starla's face. The girl then left without taking a course in Philology.
***
"If you want to find an opponent try a kind of Diva and Icha."
Sheren turned to find Ezekiel sitting at the opposite table.
"What do you mean, El?"
Ezekiel. "Lo's wrong if you want seniority with that girl."
"Lo know him?" ask Sheren.
"Just as we are he is brave, let alone lo" said Ezekiel.
"Rooks. I don't know what you mean!"
Ezekiel got up from the chair, preparing to leave the language lab when he saw his girlfriend had finished her consultation.
"Ask the same Azlan Devandra."
Sheren doesn't understand Ezekiel's intentions. Ask Devan? Does Devan know that girl?
***
"Darling?"
The one who was called never answered, even though he had heard the voice of his lover. The girl who had been with him for a year.
"Dev, I know you heard me. Where the hell are you?"
Sheren came to Devan's apartment. Since last night Devan did tell him that he slept there.
Damn Devan forgot to change the password of the door.
"Why?" Devan came down from the second floor. It was actually her Papi's apartment, but it was already on Devan's behalf.
Because the apartment had been around long enough since the beginning of her marriage to Helsa, Adryan requested a major renovation due to his eldest son. Be the apartment looks like new. All furniture replaced.
"Went my girlfriend wrong?" Sheren asked back.
Devan didn't answer. He went straight to the kitchen, picked up two soda cans and gave one to Sheren.
"In the kitchen again there is no food or cooking ingredients. If you want to eat, delivery," said Devan, very ketus.
Sherren. The girl only watched Devan. For some reason, her lover seems to have changed since the last two months. Sheren felt far away from Devan. Lo-gue? That was also what Sheren had heard lately when they were talking.
"I got it wrong with you?"
"Fuck," Devan's inner.
"Dev, are you sick?" ask Sheren.
"Gue wants a break. You can go home," ketus Devan.
Sheren slammed the drink. "YOU DIDN'T KICK ME OUT?"
"According to you?"
Sheren almost cried because Devan was talking.
Actually coming in addition to visiting Devan, Sheren wanted to ask about Ezekiel's words this afternoon. But Devan was rather indifferent to him.
Devan got off the couch, then opened the door. “Please if you want to exit.”
Sheren approached Devan, then hugged the man very tightly. “I love you, Dev. Don't be like this. I want the old us.”
“Go home, I want to rest.” Letting go of the embrace, their gazes met. Implied a longing so great from Sheren's eyes.
“I'm home,” said Sheren. The look on his broken face makes Devan heartless. After all, Sheren is her lover.
“Eren,” call Devan.
Sheren. “Gue return.”
***
“Assalamaicum. Mom, Starla's home.”
“Waalaikumsalam,” reply Devita, the woman just from the room. Starla kissed the back of her mother's hand.
“Have dinner, Mom? Starla brings food, pretty good tonight Starla gets a big tip from the florist's regulars. The man is very nice,” said Starla remembering the adult man who confided in her earlier.
“Mother is waiting for you of course. Here let me prepare the food. You shower there,” tell Devita.
Starla nodded.
“La, there was a courier who delivered a bouquet of flowers for you,” said Devita.
“Buquet flowers, Bu?”
“Iya, I keep it in your room. The flowers are still very fresh, ” replied Devita.
Starla quickly walked into the room, looking at a medium-sized bouquet of flowers on the bed.
Red roses.
Starla stunned. “Love. An expression of love to someone.”
***
Sun Flowers. One of the biggest flower figures who became a money field for Starla, after Hello You Cafe. The girl worked in two places. Fortunately, Starla can split her time between work and college. The owner of the flower shop is Devita's best friend, her mother. So, Starla's been working there since she was in second grade High School.
Starla has been the backbone of the family since High School. Devita has asthma that is no longer possible to work.
Ting..
The sound of bells on the shop's main door distracts Starla. A white-shirt adult approached him. Starla smiled, she knew the man well. One customer who always buys flowers on the 30th.
“As usual?” ask Starla.
“This time mix red roses,” said the man.
“Good. While waiting, I can-”
“According to you, is my face no longer handsome? Are there any wrinkles that are very visible?” agitate the man before Starla continues her words. “My children always say that I am old. Though still head four.”
Starla smiles. “Father is still handsome, and also romantic.”
“Hm, thank you. Suppose my daughter is like you. He always denounces me.” Well, even confide in this old man.
While hearing the story, Starla's hand painstakingly prepared a bouquet of flowers for the customer. Occasionally Starla laughed at her scolding. The man told his jealous wife.
“Udah ready,” says Starla. The white roses in the red rose mix look very pretty.
The man took the debit card from the wallet and gave it to Starla.
“Total everything is two hundred and fifty thousand,” said Starla then returned the debit card and also the grocery note.
“This is a tip for those of you who have listened to my curses tonight and also your hands are always skilled in beautifying this Flower.” The man gave Starla five pieces of red money.
“Too many Sir,” refute Starla. The man left Starla. Jesus, this prized prank is mah. Just hearing the curses was immediately given that much money.
“May his father's wedding be eternal like the rose emblem,” Starla murmured, then go back to work again.
Ting..
“What's missing, sir?”
Starla glares. This time it was a man dressed all in black who visited the flower shop.
“You?”
“It looks like we are a match,” he said.
Starla clucked, why did Devan have to enter this store. Like there is no other store. Uh can't turn down the windfall, La.
“Ngapain you here?” ask Starla.
“Main futsal,” chirps Devan.
“Finished florist, futsal court one hundred meters from here,” Starla said.
“Ya according to lo, I why if you are here?”
Starla stunned. “You followed me, huh?”
“Who are you, I have to follow?”
Starla clucked in annoyance, it was better to quickly serve this one buyer. Starla is tired of having to deal with this perverted guy.
“Which flower you want?” ask Starla.
“Red rose,” Devan replied.
Starla allows Devan to wait a few minutes. Devan asked that the bouquet should be neat and beautiful. Maybe for her boyfriend, Starla thought.
“Lo know no meaning red rose?” ask Devan.
“Love. An expression of love to someone.”
