Floriography: Red Roses
Chapter 29
To: Gracy_Manson@mymail.com
To: Tracetheauthor@mymail.com
Gracy! You won't believe it. Now I have a boyfriend. His name is Steve Elmer. He was a friend of our Junior High that you remember, and he said he was a fan of my novel.
Tracy told me a long story. His smile could not be removed from his face, the big event finally happened to Tracy, finally Tracy can tell something that is not boring to Gracy.
Oh, yep! Are you home this month? Please Grace I miss you so much, those twins shouldn't live so far apart, and you working so long makes me lonely T_T. Please tell me, Please!
Without hesitation, Tracy sends the e-mail, expecting a reply. But his heart was too excited because of the incident that had just passed two hours—they then telephoned for two hours, until Steve got home and then turned off the connection because Steve's family had slept everything and he could not be too noisy—and therefore Tracy felt he had to tell everyone. Two other names appear on Tracy's head, Violetta and Louis. Louis is not his old friend, but somehow— maybe because last night he just confided about Steve, Tracy felt Louis should know this development.
Tracy pressed Violetta's number first, but it could not be reached. Looks like Violetta's asleep.
Since living with Jasper, Violetta has not been able to be contacted past 11, but Jasper can always be contacted even sometimes at two in the morning Jasper still reply to Tracy chat if he really needs. So Louis's phone number was the one he called. As soon as the ringtone stopped, Louis's voice immediately replied with vigor.
“Manson! Thank goodness you called, there's something I need—“
“Troya! I'm with Steve!”
Louis didn't answer right away, so Tracy added. “He shot me over the radio just two hours ago more or less, when we came home dating.”
“From radio? What age is that man? Forty?” Louis grunting. Tracy pouted, not the response she expected.
“Hey, you're my new best friend, and since Violetta can't be called you're the only place I'm boasting, please, happy for me a little bit.” Tracy whining.
“Oh, Manson, thank God, I'm so happy! You are not lonely anymore, right now.” Louis's voice was forced to sound happy, but then the man laughed and his voice returned to normal. “Really, Manson, I'm happy too. So how? You should now know what love feels like.”
The question seemed to wake Tracy up. Also true.
“Hmm...” Tracy thought. “Actually our date today was mediocre. The taste of the film is the same as the taste in my book, romance-roman picisan—eh but my book is not picisan—when I want to see a thriller, but for the sake of my image so I just shut up anyway. Then our lunch is also ordinary, but the way to express love—“ Tracy sighed. Across the line Louis just listened in silence. “When I first met Steve, I felt like he knew me very well, as if he knew what I was deep in. And today, in her love statement she made me feel she was the answer to all the secrets I've been holding.”
“What secret do you have? You ever been a drug dealer?” Louis asked somewhat sentimentally, Tracy rolled her eyes, affirming Louis' unromanticism, unlike Steve.
“On me and Gracy, about me and my life goals, about my excessive humility, etc., you also know more or less everything.”
“Oh, the. Nice then's! I'm so glad you're happy.”
Tracy's heart stopped beating for a second when she heard Louis' words, but Tracy ignored them.
“So what's it like, falling in love with Steve?”
Tracy smiled broadly. “When he declares his love, I feel my heart warm, like. Have you ever felt that way for Lisha?”
“Hm...” Louis thought for a while. “Well, I must have, but I don't really remember what happened. Our moments that felt beautiful at that time now did not feel beautiful so I can not remember which one.”
Now Tracy feels guilty about Lisha. Suddenly an uneasy feeling passed through Tracy's heart.
“Lou?” Call Tracy.
“Hm?”
“Novel.” Call Tracy, say their code. Now Louis must keep whatever Tracy says after this between them and open his mind as open as possible. Suddenly Louis's tone became more upbeat.
“Oke.” Short reply.
“I feel all this happened too soon, how about I turn out..” Tracy looking for the right words, “Choosing the wrong person?”
“Hm..” Louis sighed. “There is no event for you to know if this is a right or wrong decision. When choosing Lisha for me it wasn't a big decision. I think I'm still young, there's still time to mess around. If we break up, yes, Lisha can still find another man, I can also find another woman. For better or worse, I'll only know that we know each other. Do you know Steve?”
“Trace? Hello?”
“OH, yes, yes.” Tracy's throttling. “I... sure know him.” Tracy's lying.
“As?”
“Ah..” Tracy thought. “She's staying with Mom and her sister—“
“Di?”
“What?”
“Where is the house? Do you know?”
Tracy raised her eyebrows. Also true.
“OK, judging from the absence of an answer, you don't know. What about his hobby?”
“Hm.. read the book?”
“Then?”
“Entai, sport?”
Louis laughing. Tracy sighed, Louis said. He doesn't know Steve.
“Begini Manson..” Louis sighed, “I don't want to think negatively, nor do I want to judge the ugly about Steve. But as a fellow man, I can only say, heart to him. Don't let your relationship go wrong. Assume that if he knows about your home address, you should also know about the address, and not get there. If he has seen your house—even I think he memorized the floor plan because he helped you move—you also have to memorize the house plan.”
“That guess... is too extreme, right?”
Louis grunts, “Don't be naive, Manson. I can't talk to you about love. Hell, you're a romance writer, you must be a little more understanding of that emotion. But I'm male—and instead I'm a jerk—“
“You are indeed a bit of a jerk.” Sela Tracy in a small voice spontaneously. Louis almost choked on his own spit.
“I thought you'd say that. Ok, I'm a jerk because I'm a man, and the level of jerk-off men are different but keep it in mind, there are no men who are not jerks. There are things that are only talked about by men to other men and listen to many stories of many kinds of men—aku quite socialita, socialite, just so you know my— so you can know there are men who on the outside look super holy but behind it it turns out he is only as level as doormat ‘Welcome’.”
Tracy held back a laugh. “Keset Welcome?”
“Iya, the base for cleaning dirt in the usual shoes there is tuilsan ‘welcome’ it. Polite on-out but actually worth stepping on.”Louis laughed a little. *“*But I swear, Manson I'm not making this up. Don't let your guard down near men.”
“Include you?”
“Include me.”
Tracy just nodded, “Well, the rice has already become porridge. I also want to see where this relationship takes me. A little bit he makes me happy.”
“That's reason enough for now. Since I'm your friend and not Steve's friend, all I want to say is that until he has a playful purpose, I want you to be ready with your weapon to turn things around.”
Tracy's heart felt so oppressed, imagining that she had to hurt Steve made her feel so very, very evil. The man already cares about her a lot, and it's often Tracy who seems to play tricks on her.
But Tracy admits that scenario is not impossible. At least he believed in Louis who was a man, and he knew Louis would not lie to him (because for what?).
“Then.”
Louis assented. “Then.”
