CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Florist

A gust of wind sent a cool feeling in the heat of the sun as Emely descended from her private vehicle in the flower shop parking area. For a moment the girl stood quietly in front of the car body while staring at the two-story building which on the inside and outside was filled with many flowers.

The girl was still glued to the spot. Like confusion. Scratching his scalp that does not itch while looking to the left and right.

Ck, I even came alone. So, what kind of flowers do I want to buy?

Though hesitant Emely continued his steps. Closer to the flower shop while a female employee in pink uniform approaches then greets her kindly.

"Good day, Miss."

"Honey," replied Emely slowly.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" The white woman smiled with a look at Emely, waiting for an answer from the buyer who actually displayed a clumsy face.

"Em, I want to find flowers." Huh, that's right. How could I possibly look for a peck at a florist like this.

Emely even patted his forehead. Realizing his own strangeness.

"Yes, what kind of flowers do you want?" The woman mentioned some flower names and showed Emely. Not only outside the store, but the employee also accompanies the girl to enter. Shows a variety of flowers and examples of some more complete bouquets.

Emely amazed. Her lips opened, as if hypnotized to an object in front of her eyes. Emely did not like flowers so much, he also never came to the flower shop and once faced with this kind of scene then no doubt his soul as a woman thrashed.

"We always guarantee from the quality and freshness in every flower stalk we sell. For us, consumer satisfaction is happiness for us."

Emely nodded. It is true about the employee. All the flowers in the room still look fresh with the aroma of flowers that so spoil the sense of smell.

"So what kind of flowers do you want?"

The employee's words, jerking Emely. The girl was confused and looked for a cell phone in her bag.

"Wait a minute, I'll call someone first."

"Please."

Emely pulled over, looking for a safe place to stay away from some visitors as well as store employees.

The girl's lips pursed and growled occasionally when she called Erich's mobile number but there was no answer.

Emely crumpled air gaiety. Many times Erich number was contacted but again still did not get an answer. Emely felt played. How not, before leaving Erich did not even say if he wanted what kind of flowers to give to Isabel.

Emely desperate. I'd like to call Isabel's number, but what if the flowers were to be a surprise?.

"Alright, since I bought, I alone am free to make a choice."

Is that really Emely? But if it's wrong?.

"Whatever. The important thing is I've been trying so hard to get it." Emely went back to the store employee. Although he had doubts, but once he heard the explanation of the woman made Emely set the choice on one flower as a symbol of loyalty.

"I think it's a good fit" pointed Emely at the bright red rose.

"In addition to roses, some other flowers also have symbols of loyalty such as daisy and jasmine."

"Em, I just want this one." I still choose red roses. In addition to the color that looks so beautiful, the fragrance is so alluring.

"Good." The woman began to pick up a few roses and move them to the table. Emely did not remove the hand from the hand of the woman in front who was so deft as to arrange a pile of roses first on the golden-colored paper, then make it a bouquet of beautiful red roses.

Emely clapped her hands cheerfully. Perhaps this original choice will make his sister-in-law happy.

If you don't like it, this bouquet is for me.

Emely handed over a few pieces of money to the cashier after the bouquet of flowers moved into his hands.

"Thank you."

The cashier cupped his hands to his chest.

"Ah, pleased." Emely was still staring in amazement at the bouquet of flowers in the deck. Smiling happily in the hope Isabel would like it. The girl's feet continued to step, towards the exit of the shop but her gaze was still fixed on a bouquet of flowers capable of diverting her world.

"God.."

Emely fell. It was like hitting something.

Ah, lest I hit the door.

"Son, sorry. Are you hurt?"

Huh uh?.

Emely's view. He breathed a sigh of relief as the bouquet was still held in place, but his eyeballs were rounded for a moment as a woman was bowing in front of him by reaching out to him.

"Sorry, is it sick? Come on, Auntie help you stand up." Emely gasp. He did not respond and instead fixated on a beautiful woman who looked compassionately at him.

"Son, let's help Auntie."

"D-yes." Emely also received a helping hand from the woman to rise. Several visitors and employees who saw the incident, joined the crowd and helped Emely to sit in the waiting chair. The girl grimaced, touching the lower part of her back that was still painful.

"Ouch, sorry. Which part hurts, son. Let Aunt help me with this." The woman told one employee to take the medicine box.

"No, no Bi. I wasn't hurt. It just feels a little painful." Emely is uncomfortable. He just fell because of his own carelessness. Stepping without regard to the road. While the woman was busy checking Emely's body parts whether anyone was injured or not.

"Auntie, right. I'm it's okay. All because of my mistakes." Emely went awry when she saw the face of the beautiful woman who was so worried about her.

"Madam" called one of the employees and handed over the medicine box.

"Thank you." The woman who looked graceful wearing a salem-colored dres as her knees received, then landed the medicine box on her lap.

"So you really weren't hurt?"

Emely shook his head faintly.

"Just a little pain in the waist." Emely again grimaced while touching the waist area.

"Try Auntie look."

Although he was surprised but Emely let the woman who might be the owner of the bungga store where he sat at this time to pick up a little clothes and check the waist area behind him.

A chill suddenly crept along with a gentle swab from the hand that touched Emely's waist.

"Auntie, there's no need to bother like this, I can do it myself." Awkwardly, that's how Emely feels now.

"No problem, with this cold ointment hopefully can reduce the pain in your waist."

Both women were still in the waiting chairs. The ointment the shop owner smeared apparently began to react. His pain began to diminish. While the employees and visitors who had crowded began to disperse.

"Auntie, thank you so much for everything. Em, I'm saying goodbye. Again, thank you, Auntie." Emely got up, prepared to leave.

"Sama-sama, how are your flowers? If it breaks let the employees replace it."

"Ah, no Auntie. This flower is fine, it remains intact as ever." Emely was about to move he grabbed the woman's hand to be held.

"Sweet girl, what's your name?"

"Emely, my name is Emely, Auntie." The hands of the two women shook each other. "Then, whose Aunt's name is?".

"I'm Anastasya, in the morning I'm Aunt Anastasya."

Emely nodded her head. He got up and waved as Anastasya led him to the exit of the flower shop.

"Emely, thank you for shopping at our store."

"Together, Aunt Anastasya." Emely answered half a shout when it approached the car. He immediately entered the red vehicle, driving it to get home quickly.

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