Flower Seller Girl

Punishable

Lily walked unsteadily in direction after the mother finally fell asleep due to fatigue talking at length with various regrets. In her shakiness, Lily closed her eyes to remember everything she said.

“Mas Dion,” his shriek poo in the heart called out that name while touching the chest. In silence, tears flow non-stop. It is very difficult to describe how he is at heart at this time.

Until without realizing it, his steps took him to the front door of the room that used to be his room as well. The woman lamented at the door of the room with a pushy look. And either because of a myriad of longings or for other reasons, Lily opened the door.

Nothing has changed in there. The items he recognized were still in place. There was no dust attached or cobwebs on the ceiling. Neat, it does not seem that the room has been uninhabited for a long time. The typical vanilla fragrance of the room is still the same felt by the smell.

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Lily raised her downcast face when she sensed that someone was watching her right now. The pillow that he had been hugging tightly to share his sadness and longing strongly felt. Before turning around he closed his eyes, setting a trembling heart.

“Mas Dion,” he said quietly and sounded sad.

The woman wearing the white top then stood up and turned around slowly.

Is correct. Who had just been named was standing on the lips of the door. Lily petrified with tears that did not stop from earlier. Often he felt that the man who had been considered to be an ex-husband was in his daily life. It's just that he always brushed it off because he felt it was imagination.

Lily shrunk her tears. The more removed the more scattered.

Dion, the man who out of nowhere knew Lily was here smiled and approached. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on the woman's cheek. “Do not cry,” persuade him even though his own eyes have been bathed in clear crystals that are ready to fall.

“Huuuaaa.” Lily's cry instead became due to the touch on the cheek of the person who was most missed. At that time he also threw a pillow that had been made a friend to cry and ran to embrace the burly body. Yes, the body is still so sturdy despite 7 years of age. Lily sobbing. It doesn't matter if the crying will be heard by the whole house.

The fragrant smell of Dion's body that he had not felt for a long time made him sob even stronger. Likewise with hugs that close their bodies. Dion did the same thing, hugging his wife gave up the longing that had been so many years harbored.

“Mas, (hiks, sruutt) why not say that–” Asks accompanied by a rush that can not be muffled. Likewise with snot that goes up and down.

“Say what?”

Dion's heavy voice that he hadn't heard for so long made regrets and longings more intense in the heart. “–Say that we are still husband-wife huuuu.

Dion simply moved his hand gently stroking the back of the woman in his arms to calm down. For now, there is no need to explain anything. All that is needed is to embrace alone to channel all the longings that cannot be expressed in words.

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“Go! It is time for you to live happily. The prayer of Mami is with you. And do not forget to visit here often. ” As soon as the message mami release the departure of the child and his daughter-in-law.

Dion decides to bring Lily home after her health improves. Yes, a house that he had been living alone. Neither mami nor papi had any intention of preventing his son's decision. Despite the weight of giving up, but the parents were aware, Dion had the right to determine how to build his household. Seeing their sons and daughters-in-law together is already a joy to be grateful for.

Lily was silent in her seat. Currently they are heading to the house that Dion said, after first taking Lily's belongings from Adnan's house.

“Why you?”

“Oh.” Lily was a little jolted because she had been daydreaming ever since. “Nothing, Mas,” answered him with a weak coil. It was too difficult for him to say that he was sorry for not giving Dion the chance to explain anything to him.

Until finally the car entered the yard of a house. A house that is large enough if only for one or two people. Lily followed Dion down from the car. Seen around. Beautiful and well-kept house.

Instead of helping Dion take his things down from the trunk, the maroon-coloured motorcycle in front of the garage caught his eye. His eyes immediately glazed over as it was his favorite motorcycle, a gift from papa. Lily approached and touched him with a feeling, as if the thing was lifeless.

“Naiki only motor.” Dion knows how much she misses her favorite motorcycle.

“Thanks, Mas, have taken care of him,” he said sincerely without taking his eyes off the two-wheeled vehicle. “Seeing this motor, I feel like papa,” presence.

Dion sees Lily different now. It is not just his stature that has grown up. Prospective Doctor beside him is more calm to respond to the fact that papa is gone than ever who always screamed hysterically.

“If we often pray for papa, we will feel his presence in our hearts.”

Lily nodded then shrank the tears that had fallen. Then he faced the man he still missed. The sturdy jaw, the nose, and the sharp but radiating shade of the eye can now be seen by Lily clearly.

“Mas why not say that Mas Dion did not get married?” ask with a serious face. I hope Dion will answer it seriously.

“Let's go in first,” take Dion because it feels not important to talk about. Lily was still in her place.

“Jawab first, Mas. Even if I did not want to meet with Mas Dion, Mas, ‘kan can tell Mas Adnan or by other means. So I don't think we're separated.” Lily spoke with trembling lips. Regretting his childish attitude first.

Dion came closer after walking a few steps. The endless tears of Lily were shed. “Because I deserve to be punished far from you.” For a moment he took a breath. “I who have made a sacred promise to remain faithful with you in a state of joy and sorrow, in good health or in pain, but I myself broke my promise by almost marrying another woman, leaving you who are sick.” A momentary pause examined the face that increasingly shed tears. “I deserve such a punishment.”

“Mas... hiks.” A tight hug landed again on that sturdy body. Dion let the clothes he was wearing wet with tears and snot Lily who since yesterday no tired of crying.

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