Flower Seller Girl

The Wounds are Bloody

Lily’s POV

On the way home, I enjoyed the city from the glass of the car that had not been seen by my eyes for a long time. During that time also my heart was always not care because it would meet the people I love and love me. The jams that blocked our way several times, made me have to be more patient waiting.

From Mas Adnan's story of Mas Dion–'s persistence my husband– for my healing made my heart full. How happy I am to hear that. Supposedly, it could be ‘kan Mas Dion left me who was mentally disturbed and then married again. Mas Dion is a man who is almost perfect and certainly many women are waiting in line to be his partner. Uh, what am I thinking?

The memory of when he had to leave because his business was in my mind. Where with a heavy heart I let go and waved as if it was the last chance to see him. And my hunch was right with all the suffering that had happened.

As Mas Adnan said, every day for more than a year he waited for me with the friends of prayer and hope, so that I would soon recover from adversity. But all that time I did not realize his hope, for my sane soul soared to nowhere.

Oh, how I miss that guy. Wanting to kiss her, expressing a thousand thanks and millions of love that I have never expressed directly from my mouth.

I accidentally saw my face from the mirror. I was surprised to see my cheeks so thin that they showed the shape of the bones. I'm sure my other body shape is also no less pathetic. How, ‘ya, is Mas Dion?

The car turned to the housing complex we were heading to. My heart is beating so much. The shadow will embrace the blue day dancing on my eyelids. I was nervous in my seat. This heart cannot wait to meet.

From a distance of about 200 meters to get to the gate of the house, I saw there were several cars parked outside the gate. I frowned, why did the cars arrive parked outside the courtyard of the house. Did something happen? Or is there an important event? Because what I remember during my stay there, even though my mom held a big funeral not to make her guests park the car outside. Except my wedding to Mas Dion first.

“Pak, fast, Sir!” I pressed the driver.

“Why, Ly? Soon also until.”

I chose silence, not responding to Mas Adnan's busy question with his phone. I wondered what was going on at home. Until the car we were riding arrived at the destination.

I opened the door and walked out. Made Mas Adnan call my name out of concern for my weak body. But I don't feel that weak. Before I was allowed to go home, I was fed and took vitamins first. If I walk, I can. Even my energy felt growing because I was curious about what was happening inside the house.

“Sorry, who are you?” A security greeted me with a question as my hand touched the closed fence. My eyes that had originally darted inward, I now focused on that security. He looked at me from top to bottom, with a full-fledged look. Maybe it was because of my slightly cut-off appearance or because of my thin, dry body. Looks like he's the new security guard because I don't know him either.

“I want to go in,” urged me without wanting to answer the question. I tried to open the fence held by him.

“Sorry. To get inside you must have an invitation letter.”

“What invitation letter?” my question is not friendly. “I live here so why show invitation letter so I can enter!” I was eager to curse the security guard for blocking my intention to meet my family soon. Yes, the one in this house is now the family I have.

“Sorry, Mom. Like I said earlier. If Mom is one of the invitations, please show her the invitation letter.” The guard still maintains the gate so I can't open it. Makes me get upset half to death.

“What invitation letter, Sir?” asked Mas Adnan who was just standing next to me.

“Invitation letter per–”

“Nona Lily!” shouted someone who had just come out of the main house while running towards us. From his body shape he was one of the senior gatekeepers I knew. “Open the gate! Open gate!” his orders to his junior still continued to run. But the junior security guard was silent confusion made me grow furious and forcefully pushed the giant gate.

“No–na. You da–tang?” the senior guard asked with a surprised face after arriving near us. Of course she was surprised because all she knew was that I should be in a mental hospital.

“I–it...anu... mmm.” He was confused and nervous to answer.

I can't wait to find out what event my in-laws are hosting. So I decided to step foot in and see for myself. I'm speeding up the pace. Mas Adnan who followed me from behind several times asked me to walk carefully. But I am not gubris.

My eyes were getting clearer seeing the beautiful decorations in front of the house. Different types of rustic flowers decorate the right and left sides of the door. I was stunned for a while. Until the sound of applause sounded boisterous from the inside made me realize and then sounded like a voice.

Who's getting married? All I know is there's no singles in this house. It makes no sense if mami and papi gave the maid permission to get married in this palace. My heart suddenly worked so fast that it made the detentions unbearable.

I quickly climbed up the stairs to see what was happening inside. Not being careful, I stumbled and made the flip-flops I was wearing break. Mas Adnan had to reach my body afraid of falling. “Be careful,” he said annoyed.

Again I don't care much about what he says because I'm really curious about it in there. I took off my sandals and chose to go barefoot and continued my steps.

The first time I saw inside was the backs of people dressed beautifully and charming. They clustered and his gaze was straight ahead. The piano instrument music about the wedding still sounds so fresh in my hearing.

“Whose wedding is this, Mas?” I asked Mas Adnan a little loud to be heard. It was possible that Mas Dion had told him about this event.

“No idea.” I can see Mas Adnan is also curious about this marriage.

From where I stood, I could not see the bride clearly because it was blocked by the large number of guests. I advanced forward through the right side of the guests to see who was getting married.

I. i... My heart and heart were as slashed by the sembilu watching her side by side with another woman. My lips are shaking, and so is my body. “Mas Di–on,” murmurs slowly. Immediately my energy disappeared along with mentioning that name.

!!!!!

A vase of flowers that had been on the table beside me was nudged by my hand. I didn't mean to break it. I just want to lean on that table to be able to stand up to this harsh reality.

I am now the center of attention. Mas Adnan who had walked a few steps towards the bride and groom was forced to retreat again and supported my body.

“LILY!”

A voice that I should have longed for, but reality made my heart slashed. The blue haru hug I had imagined during the trip, but in fact the man threw me into a very painful abyss. Wanting to heal the wounds of my past heart because of the cruelty of destiny, but what I got destiny was increasingly fierce to tear at my wounds that were still gaping.

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The rigid Lily 😭