Floriography: Red Roses
Chapter 28
It turns out that ten o'clock Steve called Tracy, informing her that it turned out that the car his mother used to wear was idle that day, so Steve would pick up Tracy by car. Tracy cheered happily of course—not because she is a spoiled girl who can only go anywhere with mobil—because she can wear a skirt. Tracy changed her jeans and wore a yellow miniskirt, mixing them with a plain black sweater and long socks. Her hair was curly sweet and her make-up thin, making her face look fresh.
Twelve o'clock less than fifteen, it turns out Steve has arrived below, neat with a white shirt and blue jeans. Tracy smiled broadly, right, Steve looks really cool if he is dressed like that. After the door lock was opened, Steve opened his arms wide and pulled Tracy's waist to bring her closer. Tracy hugs Steve back, enjoying the smell of masculine cologne.
“You are beautiful once.” Steve said as he let go of his embrace, and rubbed his hair.
Tracy could only smile and Steve took her into the passenger seat, and she went in to sit in the driver's seat. The car looks new, with a distinctive clean fragrance, and no decorations have been displayed on the dashboard or rearview.
“Ready?” Steve asked before starting the car, and Tracy nodded.
They drove slowly to one of the shopping spots not far from Tracy's office and headed straight to the cinema. Of course Tracy and Steve chose the romance film—which even Tracy forgot the title—actually Tracy would rather watch Ready or Not, but Steve who gives a recommendation and does not look sweet, right if Tracy prefers to watch a thriller? After they bought the tickets, they had lunch.
The film? Not very effective, lunch? Not very effective. But Tracy loved that date, the stories
Steve about his adorable sister—Casey who is just seven years old— makes Tracy happy, reminding her of her childhood and Gracy. Plus Steve was really tantalizing that day.
“You want to go to the bookstore for a minute?” Ask Steve to Tracy. After lunch, Steve grabs Tracy's hand and takes her wherever she goes. Tracy doesn't mind. Steve's large, warm hands made him comfortable.
“Bby, let's see if my book is still there?”
They then walked into the store and found one of Tracy's books was still a best seller there, and the stock had stayed a little. Tracy smiled slightly.
“This is all thanks to Gracy.” He said he was weak, but Steve heard it.
“If you say he's busy, where can he always know the books you write?” Steve grabbed Tracy's book that is still on display there and rubbed the cover before muttering “I also have this.”
“I always write an e-mail to Gracy. Gracy will also always free up time on every 21st, date
it was our birth to go home to my home and the home of our parents. But it's already the fifteenth and I haven't heard from him.” Tracy saw Steve put the book back in and grabbed his hand again.
“You'll be happy to see Gracy soon.” Steve squeezes Tracy's hand. Tracy smiled, she was impatient.
“Very. But I don't know, there are times when he doesn't come home if he's busy, hopefully not this month.” Tracy squeezes Steve's hand back when she thinks Gracy might not be coming home. The phrase 'seems like we won't meet this month’ in Tracy's e-mail is overshadowed and it makes her shake her head quickly, throwing that thought away.
“If Gracy doesn't come home, you can call me home. I'll accompany you.” Steve tucked Tracy's hair behind her ear. Tracy touched that hand.
“Oke.” Answer's short. They walked back outside, and after feeling there was nothing more they could do in the place, Steve decided to drive Tracy back home.
When the car came out of the parking lot, it was dark outside. The streets are jammed.
“Trace, do you like listening to the radio?” Steve asked who turned on the radio in his car.
“Lumayan.” Tracy nodded, “I like it but since I don't have a radio at home, I rarely listen to it anymore. It used to be in Dad's car attached one, and I always listened to the radio when he picked me up home.”
Steve just replied briefly, “Hm..”.
Michael Jackson's. When they were almost at Naka's office, the songs stopped and were interrupted by a host.
“Goodnight to loyal listeners. Surely you are all enjoying your Sunday night in your own way, of course it will be more fun to be accompanied by 99 radio degree.” The voice of the host was the only sound that was in the car. The silence wasn't awkward, but something made Steve nervous at the time, but Tracy didn't know how to ask about it. It could be just a hunch, right?
“As usual at the Sunday night special, we have a corner show, Lovfest, where we help the listeners who want to express their love to the guy, or the girl of their dreams, through the songs and love letters we read.” Tracy smiled. He remembered this show. Some of the letters could have been her inspiration, and given that Tracy felt she had to go back to listening to the radio again.
“Today we have several letters coming in, one of them..” Then heard the sound of paper being opened. “The name is not mentioned, but let me read first the letter who knows later the sender of this letter will call us yes.” The host cleared his throat before reading, “This letter is for you. Yeah, you're sitting in the car, right next to me. Maybe when this letter is read, we are passing through block C2, in front of the restaurant where we first met after a few years.”
Tracy's eyes read the words “Hudson’s Steakhouse” they just passed. Tracy raised her eyebrows, instead of the restaurant where she first met Steve? By accident? Tracy immediately turned to Steve who was still quietly, focusing on driving. Tracy looked back to the front, listening to the host continuing her letter.
“I've liked you since SMP—hal that you already know, because I told you—but after meeting you again I'm sure that feeling is not just monkey love.” This time Tracy chuckles and breaks the silence in between with Steve.
“Steve, don't—“
“Sst, listen.” Steve grabs Tracy's hand with his empty hand. Tracy listened again.
“At first I just ignored the humility of your heart, and the beauty of your smile every time you see the success of others. I thought it was just the innocence of a child but it turns out that trait you carry until now. I want to learn a lot from you, I want to see how the world revolves around you. But realizing how low your heart is, you start to sacrifice yourself a lot for the sake of others and I hate to see it.” Steve's hand squeezed Tracy's hand and Tracy's eyes suddenly felt spicy.
“I want to protect you, and make you realize that you deserve the best things, you deserve the best. I wanted to be there when you were charged with self-sacrifice again, but this time I'll say, “I'm it.” Because you are not someone to sacrifice. I want to be your back when you're lonely, alone writing love stories at home, but not getting the love you deserve. I promise that I can give that love to you.”
Tracy's eyes were blurry and finally one, two drops of tears flowed down her cheeks.
“Tracy Manson..” Call Steve, and Tracy turns to Steve who is still focused on the road, carrying his car that has almost reached the destination.
“Are you willing to be my girlfriend?” The host continued, right after Steve called him.
Then their car stopped right in front of Naka's office. Steve reached into the back pocket of his pants and took out a rectangular box. He turned to look at Tracy, removing his grip from the girl's hand to open the box before Tracy's eyes. Inside the box lay a beautiful necklace with crown hangers decorated with sky blue gems.
Tracy was speechless and hugged Steve tightly.
“Thanks, Steve, I want.” Whisper Tracy, and Steve returns the hug.
“I didn't know I had to scold you because shooting a girl over the radio was old-fashioned and ridiculous, or praising you for the timing on that radio you could set in such a way.” Tracy let go of her embrace. Steve just chuckled a little, put the necklace on Tracy, then kissed her forehead.
“That's important you accept it, right?” Steve stroked Tracy's hair. Tracy nodded.
“Wow, this is the most heartwarming letter we have ever received.” The radio host still continued, “Unfortunately we cannot be sure if they are listening or not because the author of the letter did not give his phone number in this letter, but let's both hope the plan is a success and they are already a couple now.”
Tracy smiled widely, her heart was warm and she never felt this happy.
Steve's plan, a huge success.
