Flower Clock Four

Pgs: 9. Memory Flowers.

Flowers with little energy eat the food that bi Ijah prepared greedily. From a distance the mother of Flowers can be seen walking with a book in her hand.

Mother Bunga glanced at bi Ijah. Bi Ijah knew the eye code given by the mother of Flowers nodded and left the mother and child alone.

Flowers that have finished eating open their beginnings and speak in a low tone "willing until when the Flower should be like this continues". Said the flower whose tears began to bathe his eyes.

Mother Bunga who thrust the book and ballpoint spoke up. " Until the secret behind the secret is revealed".

Flowers looked at her mother curiously. " secret". The flower was surprised to hear that her power had a secret.

" Have my blinds been around since I was a kid ". Ask a curious flower.

" The story is long. Your abilities haven't existed since you were a child. But it's because of some secret power that you shouldn't have so you have ".

" Why didn't Mama tell me a story before. Actually, whatever secrets Mami is hiding". Say Flowers with annoyance.

" The secret piece will open when you find love in the next town. The reason Mami did not tell because the time was not right. Papi's business trouble might make reason and a string of fate threads will be draped if we go to the next town".

The flowers did not ask. He chose to look at Dairy's book and read it from the beginning. The power of the final flower he can understand that the four o'clock flower is able to suck its power. It can be realized when he saw the record of writing that he wrote when his strength is active he was always in the park with his surroundings filled with Flowers at four.

Mother Bunga smiled to see her son who slowly began to know the secret that he was hiding.

Their conversation was about the flower's embellishment. Broadly speaking Flowers can conclude that so many secrets are hidden in the city next to his birthplace.

Mother Bunga smiled again to see her son who realized the pieces of the secret that began to unfold.

" Bunga, don't forget to write down whatever happened today. Once you fall asleep, your memory will be gone". Mother Flower reminded.

The flower nodded its head and began to write what was happening today. A little smile Flowers write the behavior of his best friend.

No time has shown ten o'clock at night. Mother Flower who looked slightly evaporated looked at the Flower who looked almost to end her writing.

" Mam, let's go to bed ".

The two of them joined hands and went to their beds.

In the morning with the sunlight that penetrates between the curtains, Bunga tried to open his eyes. There was a loud ringing beside the bed of Flowers.

Triinggg tringgg tringgg (sfx: sound alarm )

Today is sunday. Still weekend , Bunga still want to laze in his holiday. Not like the usual day. Weekdays usually flowers spent to relax in the park if not out of the way with his parents.

Flowers look up at the sky of his bedroom which is patterned with natural scenery and illustrations of various flowers with flowers at four o'clock that dominate it.

The mind of the flower is empty and feels very fresh.

No memory of 3 days ago. Forcing Flowers to read dairy books. This is a mandatory habit that is routinely done in the morning whether it is a weekend or a regular day. Although especially on Sundays Flowers will read dairy books from beginning to end.

Tears of flowers began to trickle due to his sadness. He realized he was not as normal as his peers. Moreover, strength for him is only a burden because he is not free to go out and many restrictions to keep his strength out of control.

"Duggggg sfx (table sound at 'em)

" Ahhhh. If I didn't have this kind of ability" Celtuk Bunga himself in an annoyed tone.

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In a big park.

A curly-haired man with a pointy nose and his mature brown skin was tapping his cell phone. Several times he looked at the flower plants around him.

He sat alone and away from the crowd. While picking Flowers near her, she smelled the scent of flowers at four o'clock . He was silent for quite a while after trying to inhale the scent of flowers at four o'clock.

" Four flowers again, four o'clock flowers again. It is not fragrant and only blooms at four o'clock like its name". Said the man in a annoyed tone.

"But if there wasn't this, maybe I wouldn't meet that nosy woman again". Cursed that lekaki with a smile of his own smile.

And at a different hour.

Still in the next town with a place in the same park.

A man dressed in pure white and his frizzy hair wearing a shirt with flowers at four o'clock sits on the side of a garden full of four o'clock flowers.

He sat quietly while staring at the crowd of the city streets. While making a whistle with flowers that he reached beside the chair where he sat.

Priiiittt priiiettt priiiiiiiit (sfx: artificial whistle sound of flowers four o'clock )

"It's been a long time since I've seen Bunga, I usually teach him how to make this whistle". The white man in his heart.

While looking at the sky with his hands holding the flowers at four o'clock, he held the flowers up his face until a slight shadow closed the light that shone on his eyes.

" Bunga, had the accident not happened, maybe until now we could have been together". Cursed this man with tears that bathed his eyes.

At the same hour.

Still in the same park.

On a different side of the park.

A long-haired man strapped to the back was warming up his guitar. Several times he wrote a poem in paper beside her.

He seemed to enjoy the beautiful atmosphere of the park. He was very happy to write a song or write a poem in this park.

Drrrett dreeett dreeet (sfx: mobile phone vibrate )

"Who else is this, the morning has called ", this long-haired man's mind.

He took the cell phone in his pocket. How surprised when he saw the name on the phone.

(THE BIG LADY)

Cold sweat brags his white face. He spoke in a nervous and frightened comfort and several times he nodded his head with a slight sigh in the axe.

After speaking he steady the flowers around him and took a deep breath then said.

" If I had not known you flowers, I would have been freer than I am now ".

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