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81. Plans to Bring Juliet Back to America

The woman was silent in front of her room.

Shortly after hearing Davien's remark, Bunga twisted his body and unbundled the intention of entering the room. The look on her face looked so upset, but as much as possible Bunga controlled it. “Then! Why didn't you tell me directly where you put Juliet?!”

Davien looked up at the door of the room at the other end. “Juliet... is in that room!”

The flower turned its gaze towards where Davien was staring. His facial expression was fixated on seeing the room that had once been the scourge of the cause of the two of them separated. Flowers shouldn't be angry about that room right now. ‘It's already passed Flowers!’ his inner.

Without hesitation Bunga stepped, after arriving there instead of immediately opening the door but Bunga was silent. Not wanting the past to disturb his mind, Bunga ventured into the room. Seeing Juliet sleeping Flower immediately approached her.

Seeing Juliet's calm face, the flower in disbelief, almost every night Juliet always in the ghost of a nightmare. Always delirious and raving about what to talk about.

The flower sighed in relief, pleased to see Juliet sleeping soundly. Had consulted many doctors but they all said nothing happened with Juliet's body as well as her brain no trauma or other disease disorders. Doctors even prescribed a safe dose of sleep medicine for children but were unable to cope with Juliet's problems.

“How long has he been like this?” said Davien immediately startled Flowers who were closing their eyes enjoying a sense of calm that he had never felt.

“Since when did you stand there?” The flower tried to neutralize his feelings of shock.

The man stood shoulder to shoulder while holding his arm. “Since you closed your eyes.” Davien stared at the face of the Flower, who looked calmer after seeing Juliet fall asleep.

“Since when did he sleep?” Curious flowers.

“Mmm... possible almost 2 and a half hours.”

“What Juliet–,’

“No! She was in no way delirious or woke up from a nightmare!” Davien cut the conversation. Seeing the flower more calm it seems Davien's speech has answered all the questions that have not had time to throw flowers. “You haven't answered my question, Bunga!” Davien reminded Bunga of his question that had not been answered.

“Juliet... actually dia–,”

“You want coffee? A tea? Or hot chocolate?” sahut Davien again cut off the conversation, trying to offer him a drink as a sign that the man wanted to talk to him about many things.

Flowers were silent for a moment, there was no harm in also accepting Davien's offer. After so many years of not meeting and now when there is a chance they have to meet each other face to face Flowers do not want to always be like this, keep quiet and avoid each other. What's more, there is Juliet who needs the figure of her father.

“Flower?” Davien tried to break his daydream.

“He? Uhmm... brown” the answer is doubtful.

“Alright I will prepare it for you” Davien out of that room.

Flowers followed him from behind but his body was fixated upon realizing something. He only realized that the room had changed, clearly in his memory the room was still filled with Essie's belongings. ‘He has thrown everything away? But... What about his heart? Is Davien already..wait! Ahhhh! Why should I think of that?’

Davien had prepared hot chocolate at the request of Flowers, put it on the dining table and made a cup of coffee for her.

The woman came out of the room with a confused face, seemingly thinking of something.

“Juliet wake?” davien asked, then raised the glass in his hand to show the flower that the hot chocolate was ready.

“Uhm... no, he's still asleep.” Flowers are moving towards the pantry. When he saw Davien pulling a chair, Bunga was made to pound because the man wanted him to sit there. There is no harm Bunga then approached and sat in a chair that has been prepared by Davien. But Bunga was surprised to see the man take a chair put it right next to his chair and sit there.

Their position is very close, Flowers can smell the aroma of shampoo that Davien uses when bathing. Feeling awkward Flower tried to shift her chair but had not yet moved, Davien immediately held her back.

“No need to stay away, I won't bite you!” said gently.

Still the man was able to make the Flower thump. Though he used to believe his love for Davien was dead, but in fact when he met again Flowers could feel the feeling reappearing to the surface. But the flower is not rash it could be that it is just nervous because of Davien's treatment that is starting to turn warm.

The man supported his head with one hand resting on the table while the other remained in place holding the chair so that the Flower did not stay away. While the direction of sitting and his eyes facing the Flower increasingly makes the atmosphere more awkward.

“Now... tell me what happened with Juliet” Davien looking at her fixedly waiting for Flowers to tell her everything.

“Uhm... s.before, why do you want to know about Juliet?”

“Jawab my question first, Bunga. It will be your turn to ask me!”

Gluey! Flowers gulped his saliva with difficulty, suddenly his chest grew more nervous and pounding incoherently.

“Flower? Are you all right? Why are your cheeks flushed?” Davien tried to touch his forehead to ensure the condition of the Flower.

“It's okay! I'm not having a fever.” The flower grabs Davien's hand then keeps it away from his forehead. But his hand was glued when he felt Davien clasping his hand. Flowers are reluctant to turn their heads because it is certain that his face and Davien's face will be close to each other.

Davien still clasped his hand even though he could feel the woman was trying to pull her hand slowly. “Flower?” his voice was getting soft on his brain.

“Ya?” as strongly as possible Bunga did not turn his head towards her, although clearly the man was staring fixedly at his face from the side. Unfortunately again the heartbeat that had not returned to normal as before was again made to work hard because the crack was getting firmer than before when the man spoke softly right beside him, as if whispering in the ear.

“See at me!” Davien could catch the overwhelming nervousness on his face. His lips smiled when he saw the look on the face of the Flower could not lie what he was thinking. “Drink the chocolate while warm!”

The flowers were surprised and looked at his hand. Davien was forcing his hand that had been held a while ago to receive a cup of chocolate.

“Your hands are very cold, this cup will warm your hands a little, hand-held like this, okay?” Davien gave the example of the flower to put a cup in the middle of his hands.

“O.oh!” Bunga had a wrong idea, I don't know what he was thinking before but he had thought of something else when Davien clasped his hand.

Davien smiled as if he knew that Bunga blushed because he was mistaken for his treatment.

“About Juliet,” Flowers start talks to cover up embarrassment. “Before moving to Paris everything was fine. But from the first night Juliet stayed at her grandfather's house, she couldn't sleep well. Every hour I wake up and cry. But before that he would deliriously like asking for help.so also with his speech began to whip weird.”.

“Any?”

“Iya, like.. ah too hard to remember his words. The language Juliet uses when raking sounds weird and I don't understand what she's talking about.”

Davien is increasingly listening and interested in hearing the story about Juliet. “There is not the slightest sentence or one word that you can hear clearly?”

“Uhmm!” Flowers shake their heads. I've taken him to seek treatment and see a psychiatrist for fear of something happening to him without my knowledge.”

“Then what do they say?”

“Nothing happened to Juliet. The results of the examination all state that Juliet is clean. It has been 2 years since he could not sleep well, every hour he must wake up. Crying in fear, sweating wet like running away with breath gasping. It was always like that until I once decided to bring Juliet back to America.”

“Why?”