Five Years of Love

The Beginning of the Meeting

As usual, Bunga left for work on public transport. This morning he deliberately left early in the morning because there was something he had to finish in his office. Bunga works as an administrative staff at the largest supermarket in the city.

That morning the angkot that Bunga rose was still quiet, until the angkot stopped at a stop, A group of men in gray white uniforms scrambling up with their noisy voices. One of the men was sitting next to Bunga. Like the habits of the angkot in general, although it is full still raise passengers. Finally they sat together. When the other passengers urged to get a seat, Faldi, the name of the man next to the follower Flower was shifted. His body squeezed the Flower that was indeed sitting him in the corner.

Faldi. "Sorry!" faldi said because his head clashed with the head of the Flower. Smiling flowers. Without realizing it, his smile was very imprinted in Faldi's memory. In the T-junction, the interest drops. Faldi continued to stare at the departure of the girl whose smile was very memorable in his heart.

The next day, Faldi left early. Every angkot that stops at the stop, he observes. He was looking for flowers among the passengers. But until the clock shows at 06:45, Faldi did not find a flower. Because he did not want to be late to school, he finally climbed also to the next angkot.

"Sir Min, don't close the gate!" Faldi ran when he saw his school guards would close the gate.

"Dangerous tumben, Den?"

"His numbers were full and kept sir," Faldi said and he immediately ran into his classroom.

Mr. Min, the school guard is shaking his head.

Why should we ride the angkot, is Den Faldi the son of a rich man.

For three days, Faldi tried to find Flowers in every angkot that passed the stop, but never saw. He wanted to see the girl again.

"Bro, help me tomorrow! Get me a license!" faldi said to Rian his classmate.

"Where are you going?"

"I have an important mission."

"What mission? Most motor racing right?"

"No. This time it's more exciting than racing."

The next day, Faldi on his motorcycle accidentally waited for Bunga in the alley where Bunga came down some time ago. He waited expectantly. At exactly eight, an angkot stopped. Faldi's eyes sparkled as he looked at who had descended from the angkot. Floral.

"It is fitting that I never found him in the airlift in the morning, it turns out that he took the day freight. "

Flowers cross the street and then down the sidewalk. Silently Faldi followed him. He saw Flowers turn into the yard of a supermarket and enter through a door that read only for employees.

"He works here apparently," said Faldi. He then runs his motor off the place.

In the afternoon, Faldi accidentally went to the supermarket. He went around the area selling daily necessities on the first floor. He was looking for the existence of flowers. Not finding it, he went up to the second floor.

Faldi went around and his eyes were still searching. Faldi's search finally came to fruition. He saw Bunga talking to the man's shirt counter keeper.

"Concidentally," Inner Faldi.

He approached them. Pretend to choose a shirt. Faldi put up an ear listening to their conversation.

"Please select items from supplier C. Choose items that are still filled more than fifty percent and those that are still intact have not been sold. Look at it five months ago. If it's new, don't follow it. "

"Well, mbak Bunga!"

After giving instructions, Bunga moved to the t-shirt counter. He did the same, giving instructions to the guards.

"Sorry, is this size M not there?" Faldi approached the Flower while thrusting a t-shirt.

"Mbak Yati, this is a nyari mas size M."

"Sir, why call another waiter. Why don't you just look for it!"

"Sorry, it's not my job."

"Keep what's the job?"

Flowers looked at the guy in front of her. He was no stranger to that face. Flowers try to remember where they met her.

He's the gray white guy who was in the van at the time.

"My duties in the administration section of the mas. Mbak Yati is the one who understands about the goods at this counter. It can serve you well."

"But I want to be served with Flowers, how about donk?" Faldi looked at the Flower with a smile.

Although not his job, but maintaining the good name of the supermarket is his obligation. Finally the flowers gave up.

"Well, I wanted to size M. Wait daft! I sought. "

Bunga left Faldi and walked towards Yati who was serving other customers. Yati pointed to the pile of t-shirts and Flower searched in the pile. He returned to Faldi with three size M shirts with different colors.

"This is it, please choose."

"That's what you chose for me!"

Flowers were shocked to hear Faldi's reply. Just this time there is a customer asking to be selected clothes.

"But I don't know my taste."

The flower breathed. He began to get annoyed with this man's attitude. He knew this guy was younger than him. He called him a man in his honor. Who would have thought this guy was teasing her.

"Mas, if not the intention to buy, no papa!"

Flowers then leave Faldi. Faldi quickly prevented the girl's departure by pulling her hand.

"Don't be angry, mbak. It'll be beautiful to lose." Faldi smiled. Patience Flowers are over. He looked at the guy.

"You want what!"

"I want to know the same mbak. I'm Faldi. Please record it! Fake!!" He clasped Flower's hand as he said the word. His face is serious. His eyes were sharply intimidating to the Flower.

Flowers amazed. If he doesn't remember that this guy in front of him is a gray white guy. He would think he was a mature young man. Because the attitude that Faldi just showed was not like the attitude of teenagers his age.

They stared at each other for a long time.

"Sir, this is so which one was taken?"

The flower instantly averted its eyes from Faldi.

"Just ask him!" He'll go back. But again Faldi prevented it.

"Pick for me and don't refuse!" his voice was firm.

Why can a child be so intimidating.

'Just blue!"

Faldi smiled.

"Thanks is beautiful" she whispered into the ears of the Flower. He then released the flower's hand.

The flowers quickly fled the place. His heart was pounding and his face was hot.

Maddened. You crazy kid.

Meanwhile Faldi was still at the t-shirt counter.

He tried to find information about Bunga on a servant named Yati.

"Sir, if the administration is working until what time?"

"Until five o'clock in the afternoon. Except for the overtime part."

"Sir, my name is Faldi. Mama won't help me? I'll give you a reward!"

"Help what? If it's a crime, I'm sorry I don't want to!"

"No mbak. Cook the look of my cute kayak is a criminal. I want to find information about flowers. But don't let him know. Can't you?"

"Mas Faldi likes flowers. "

"Interested, rather" said Faldi.

"But rival mas will be a lot!"

"Oh yeah! But I'm sure I'll win."

"Yes anyway. Because Faldi's so handsome."

Faldi smiling praised handsome.

"Mas Faldi wants to know about what?"

"About the routine of mbak Flowers. When he gets home and schedule his overtime."

"To my knowledge, mbak Bunga always comes home at three in the afternoon. Saturday is overtime. And the fourth Sunday of every month the schedule keeps the night."

Faldi nodded in understanding.

"If you want to get close to the flower, be careful!"

"Why indeed?"

"I heard that there is also a police officer who is trying to get close to him. He often picked up flowers. They have not been, we don't know. "

"Still mad," Faldi then headed to the cashier and paid for his groceries.

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