Flower Seller Girl

Staying Responsible

“Don't talk like that, Mas,” said Lily after more can control yourself not to sob. “Nobody deserves to be punished. If only I had given Mas a chance to talk at that time, we would not have gone through life alone,” Lily regretted. “I'm sorry, Mas,”.

“Already, don't cry on.” Dion smiled sincerely. Lily felt that since yesterday this man had more smiles than before. “Let's forget about that past.” Along with Dion's ever-failing attempt to meet Lily at that time, the increasingly mature man understood what Lily was feeling. Of course, anyone will feel deeply disappointed if the only person we hope to get together through life leaves us with remarriage. That's very painful.

“You how long or how far we live apart, but if we are indeed a mate will eventually be together as well.” Dion's burly hands encapsulated the tear-filled face, then gently removed the liquid. “Thanks.” In her unwilling cry, Lily was confused, thanks for what she thought. “Thank you for coming back. Thank you for taking good care of your heart all this time, unlike me who was easily incited to marry another woman.” Lily's pounding. Tears were growing in the river to see the bead of Dion's eyes that was full of his sincerity. Then the woman whose tears seemed endless was eroding the distance by hugging back Dion's body, so tightly.

“I understand one thing, Mas,” Lily said after a moment of silence next to her cheek leaning against the chest of Dion's field. “You accept your desire to remarry because Mas is an obedient child and devoted to parents. Just like Mas who once agreed to be fooled by me even though we do not know each other. I should be able to understand your position, Mas,” regretted again with closed eyes, enjoying the warmth that is on the body that is being embraced it.

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Dion told all the rooms in the house after not knowing how long they had been hugging. Not as big and luxurious as Papi-Mami's house, but looks beautiful in Lily's eyes even though the color of the furniture is more dominant in black and white.

Lily noticed everything including their wedding photos on display on the wall and in some corners of the room neatly. Making guilt and haru blurred in the heart because the wedding photo was well guarded by Dion. “And this is our room,” Dion said as he opened the door to the room, the last room he told Lily. “If you want to rest, just rest first.” Lily nodded. “I want to take a shower first.” Lily nodded again even though her eyes were busy observing all corners of the room. “Or do you want to take a shower too?” ask Dion because after crying and bathing, the body will be refreshed.

“Eh, no need, Mas.” Lily was flirting. Hearing the word ‘mandi also’ makes his brain digest if Dion invites him to take a bath together. “I mean, take a shower first. I'm going to clean this up first,” point it at two big bags of his that Dion put on the bed.

Dion nods confusedly, “Ya is already.” Then went to the bathroom after a while watching Lily's nervous hand movements open the cover of her bag.

Lily had already arranged her clothes into the closet in a hurry. I don't know what happened to her that she was so upset with Dion in one room. Though yesterday while still at home mami-papi, he did not feel it.

Now it's time to keep the medical equipment and the books. Back he swept every corner of the room where the right place to store the equipment. Nightstand. Yes, bedside nightstand is his choice. Lily walked over there carrying what she was going to keep.

How surprised he was because in addition to the wedding photo, a photo of him during graduation was displayed on the nightstand. Is this really a picture of him? Because she had never met Dion. How did Dion get this photo?

Although the mind was still confused, Lily opened the drawer intending to keep her medical books there. But once again his eyes widened because he found a diary, a cover that was peach-colored. He remembered very well that the diary was the thing that was once the place where he poured out his heart. He missed that diary, too.

Lily turned over sheet after page of her diary book. Every piece of writing he read seemed to be able to bring him back to the past.

The tears filled his manic. Memories about mom and dad that he wrote first, now lingering in memory. Lily is also an ordinary human being who can feel sad and longing for loved ones that she cannot possibly meet again in this world.

Until finally Lily arrived at a page that she thought it was not her handwriting. On it is a picture. Of course Lily remembered the photo was the result of her fetal ultrasound first.

Although we have never met in this life, Papa believes we will meet in the next life. Papa regretted making your mother leave with a deep disappointment. Papa is a jerk. But papa will try his hardest until mama wants to come back and forgive papa, although honestly papa is very afraid will not get forgiveness from mama. If until death picks up and papa does not get it, papa is ready to receive any punishment from you.

“Mas Dion,” overexposure.

Continue again with another fold of paper that Lily knows is the receipt paper. There is also a lot of money that is fantastic. And what made Lily's forehead wrinkled, the address of the house was the address of the house she now used as a flower shop.

“Ja–di...”

A touch landed on his shoulder making him turn his head. Dion again gave a warm smile to him.

“M–Mas, this...?”.

“You better take a shower first, let it be fresh.”

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Lily was busy in the kitchen, cooking up some assorted food that would become dinner. His ears heard Dion's stomach ringing as a sign of hunger and he immediately ran to the kitchen. Lily had asked about the papers she had read earlier but was only replied with a smile and said, “it was just paper.”

Although Dion lived alone, the food was complete in the kitchen. Dion who was not sure what was now in the room said that there were Mbak-Mbak come to the house twice a week to take care of the house, including also buying any needs at home.

After living for years with Adnan and his wife, Lily trained in cooking home-cooked meals that can be categorized as good to eat.

He now arranges his food at the dinner table. Do not forget also with the plate, spoon and glass. For a moment Lily stared sadly at the food she served. Imagine how Dion had lived his life alone. Do you eat well, sleep well and live well? Mami had told me when she left, and Dion left home.

Regret came to his heart because of his attitude that did not want to meet Dion. He wiped away the tear that was about to fall. The aroma of shrimp oyster sauce is most pungent among other dishes balanced with the smell of bath soap. Lily so confused why in the kitchen smelled the smell of bath soap even though the location of the bathroom is quite far away.

“What are you cooking?”

“Eh...” Lily stepped up in surprise. Looking back, Dion was walking closer to him just wrapped a towel around his waist. His eyes bulged, “Mas why still not wear clothes?” Dion had finished his bath but why not wear clothes as well, he thought.

Dion didn't pay attention. He was busy watching the food on the table. “Indeed you can cook?” he asked as if he could not believe it.

“Mas wear clothes first.” Lily misbehaved by turning her back to Dion. Seeing men wearing only towels feels taboo.

Dion doesn't care. The man moved his chair and sat there. “I want to eat.”

Lily between annoyed and nervous clucking saw Dion instead sit down and want to eat anyway. “Mas wear clothes first new eat. Later in the wind.”

“Later you kerokin if catch wind.”

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