
Early in the morning Serena was busy cleaning her flower shop so that it could be opened again. These days there are also a lot of calls coming in from customers who want to order flowers, but because lately he was quite busy with the arrival of Louis then Serena really closed her shop again.
"My work day is so messy," muttered Serena, now she had to go back to sorting the flowers withered or damaged because it had been in the refrigerator for a long time.
"You're gonna open the shop?" Louis appeared in a neat suit, today he has started to enter work.
Serena turned, "have you eaten your breakfast?" Asked the girl, her hands were busy stuffing the flower trash into a large plastic bag.
Louis approached Serena with a carefree face, today the man looked very excited.
"Feeling you is second to none, it feels like my energy will be filled up into the night" said Louis, "Serena, look! How'd I look? It's my first day at work, don't you want to encourage me?" Louis stretched out his hands, waiting for Serena to look at him.
"When are you going to wear a color other than black?" Serena looked at Louis from head to toe.
The man always wore black clothes, his habit had not changed since he was a child. Even Louis once dyed his pale blonde hair black, but because he had allergies, the man had to stop.
"Not to praise and encourage me, you ask me that, instead" Louis murmured, his face pouting with lips pressed forward.
Serena rolled her eyes, the girl approached Louis and pulled the collar of the man's shirt to make him stagger forward.
"And until when do you always fall apart like this?" Serena tidied Louis tie knot that is very messy, her fingers lentiknya shrewdly pasting the tie strands until neatly knotted.
Louis stared, he was silent to Serena who was focusing on her tie. The girl looks very small, but Serena always prides herself because she is taller than Louis. But look now, even to grab her collar Serena had to tiptoe.
"Gdh...." Louis tried to hold back his silent laughter making Serena stare intently at him.
"Be careful on the road, don't forget your lunch" said Serena, the girl refocused on her work.
Louis was silent, and he looked at Serena's back. But slowly the corner of his lips lifted, the man smiled.
"I think my decision to come back here was right." Sluggishly.
Louis was gone, his car was moving away from the yard. Now only Serena is left cleaning her shop alone.
"When the child is an adult" he murmured.
****
Scotland, 2002.
The rain crackle is still left even though it is not much, the smell of the land that has just been flushed by rain evaporates and mingles with the smell of wet grass.
Brakk!
A boy fell down beside a pile of scrap, his body was covered with bruises and also dirty with mud. He was pushed by other children who did not like him, mendundung like this has become commonplace for the child.
"Ahahahaha, you don't have a father do you? Said your father ran away leaving you and your mother, right?!"
"AHAHAHAHAHA"
"Your father doesn't want to have a child like you, so he ran away, ahahahaha~"
"Ughh.., look at that, it's so disgusting! You are pathetic, Louis!!" Bidding one of the black-haired boys, his hand held a wooden block he had used to hit Louis.
"Why don't you mat-"
Bugh!
Silent, all were staring as the little black-haired boy fell on the ground with a bloody head.
"That trash should be lying on the ground, right?" A girl with long black hair looked at the group of boys with a flat face, her hands clutching a large enough stone that had been stained with blood spots.
"G-crazy, he's a lunatic!" The other children immediately ran away leaving his friend unconscious on the ground.
Louis stared in confusion at the black-haired boy who had hit him, but he was helpless before him.
"Why are you still there, the trash is gone," The girl threw the stone in her hand in any direction, she stared coldly at Louis who was still sculpting.
"W-is he dying?" Louis said, his lips quivering and paled.
The girl tilted her head, her bright ash eyes glancing towards the boy she had just hit.
"Still breathing, tuh..." Mumbled slowly.
"Why did you hit him? What if he dies?!" Panicking Louis, his body trembled with a pale face of fear.
"What if he's dead?" The girl's bead of ashes flashed coldly, "the trash seems better not to exist," he said coldly.
Such was their meeting, when Louis was 11 years old. He lived in bullying, the boy never fought back and was always scared.
But that day, a strange and perhaps a little crazy girl came to him out of nowhere. An expressionless flat face and long hair that always unraveled, the girl seemed to have no fear in her eyes.
Her name was Serena, a girl who turned out to be 1 year younger than her. However, Serena looks a lot more mature compared to Louis. Since that day they often met, even Serena turned out to be in school with him.
Louis often followed Serena to the girl's house, and it was there that he met Serena's mother, Anne. The woman owned a flower shop and also liked to play the piano, she also liked Louis and considered him like a child herself.
The cold, shy Louis slowly starts to cheer up and smile often, almost every day he visits Anne and Serena. The boy learned a lot about music as well as art with Anne.
They met at a very young age, from then on Louis and Serena grew up together and became close. Even though their personalities are inversely proportional. The talkative Louis contrasts with Serena who is quite quiet and does not express much.
Serena seemed to change everything, Louis who was timid to be brave and change his perspective on the world around him. From there Louis always admired Serena. In his eyes, the girl was like a warm glimmer of light.
"See, promise me," little Louis propped his pinky, "we're going to age together, right?" Plain talk.
Serena glanced at the boy, "for what the hell to use that way," Cynically while looking at Louis' pinkie.
Serena looked back at the star of the night, "promise." Flat talk.
"Kids! Where are you guys? Come in, it's night!"
Anne's voice boomed from inside the house, and Louis and Serena, who were in the back garden, rushed in after hearing the woman's voice.