Flower Seller Girl

Bumping

Lily was sitting on a long chair made of boards. His knee looks hurt. He put the sore foot into the plastic chair in front of him while being blown. This time he wears a short jeans jumpsuit on his knees. Her top is wrapped in a knit sweater. So there's no need to cut her pants to see her wound like she used to.

“Neng, the inner tube can not be patched. The tyre broke, should be replaced with a new one, Neng.”

“Oh, yes already Mang, replaced aja.”

Turns out the girl was in the garage. Occasionally he brushed off the sweat coming out of his forehead. Lily had pushed her bike almost 1 km under the hot sun to find the workshop.

“Neng, why feet?” asked a middle-aged woman out of the small stall beside the workshop. Maybe the two people are a married couple who use one place for two types of business. The place is quite wide.

“I nudged the gate, Mom. It was less careful when I came out of the house,” Lily replied smiling.

“Should have been more careful, Neng.”

The shop mother watched Lily who was carrying a backpack, and saw Lily's swollen eyes and also her achievement. Looks like this girl ran away from home, she thought. Usually young people if they bring a lot of things and go alone, it means that they run away. But he has no right to ask that.

“Neng, it looks like Neng is exhausted. I'll get some water first, yes.”

Lily smiled and nodded. She needs water to release her thirst.

The mother came back again and sat down next to Lily with bottled water, red medicine and cotton.

“Neng, drink first.”

Lily accepted it after saying thanks, then took a sip.

“Mari Neng, let me help treat it,” said the mother again after Lily finished drinking. The mother opened the red medicine cover.

“Thank you, Mom. Sorry, I'll just treat it myself. I feel bad, Mom.”

The mother smiled and handed the red medicine over.

After the wound was treated, Lily thanked him many times. The treatment was simple but it meant a lot to Lily. Then the shop mother invited Lily to have a conversation while waiting for the motorcycle tire to finish. The shop is also a buyer.

In between their chat, came a big motorist and stopped in front of the workshop. For a moment Lily turned her head because of the typical big motor sound. There is an admiration of his own with men who can carry a big bike. But then Lily focused again with her conversation on the shop mother, turning her back to the motorist who just finished standardizing his motorbike.

Lily felt the board chair she was sitting on swaying. The big impurity man sat beside him.

“You're here?”

Uh!

Lily slightly twisted her body. Looking at the man beside her who opened his full face helmet. Dion's handsome face appeared after it had slipped out of his head. Lily watched Dion and the big bike take turns, hinting her in awe. But the admiration was quickly brushed aside.

The girl immediately stood up, “Mang, it's done, not yet?” Confusing the existence of Dion.

“In a minute, Neng. Stay put up.”

“Neng, does Neng know this Aa?” ask the shop mother who heard Dion's question earlier.

The lady glanced at Dion. Dion nodded softly as a sign of respect for the elder.

“He's my wife, Mom,” Dion said as she raised her hand revealing a ring that was coiled on her ring finger. Then he pointed at Lily's hand.

Mother is a mangosteen. So what he was thinking was true that Lily ran away. A moment later the mother seemed to think like she had seen this man's face on tv. Ahh, maybe because he was too handsome so likened to the actors he often watched.

“The wife is reasonable, A. Snatch the sign dear,” whispered the mother then chuckled softly. Dion smiled clumsily in response.

Motor Lily is done with her business. Lily hurriedly pulled out her wallet and paid for the services of the Mamang after being asked how nominal it was. Dion also rushed over to Lily after thanking the workshop owner.

“It is better if you are angry do not drive.” But Dion's words were not heeded. The girl quickly drove her favorite two-wheeler.

***

Dion follows Lily from behind, and Lily knows it. Regardless of Lily's steering speed, the girl couldn't fool Dion. Lily is an expert in motor driving. But his skills seemed to still be under Dion's. (Yes yes, man. And the one that the racing motor carries anyway).

Their red lights went through one after another. Where Lily stopped, next to her, Dion stopped and reminded Lily to end her anger. Getting angry on the highway while driving is very dangerous. But not at all gubris.

Okay Dion. The girl showed her jealousy. His emotions are overflowing now. That's how it feels to be cheated on by teenage girls.

How did Dion know that the girl was jealous? Yeah, well, the guy she read all Lily's writing in the peach color diary first. The man already knew how his wife felt about him. The girl wrote of her love for Dion, not yet in love.

Dion continued to follow from behind. There is relief on its own because the direction of this road is not to the florist. The girl was already able to think of adulthood without having to involve others in household affairs.

Brak!

Unexpected things happen. Lily hit the car in front of her because she didn't see the lights were red. The girl was silent on the spot still sitting on her motorbike, trembling. Face pale. The owner of the car went down, saw the back of the car dented and then angry.

“Pak, sorry, sorry. We better get to the side of the road.” Of course Dion did not remain silent. And the people who started crowding there also gave the same opinion so as not to cause traffic jams.

Dion picked Lily up, and some people pushed Lily's motorbike whose front was already cracked. Lily was still in silence because this was the first time she had hit, the girl was shocked.

Now they're on the sidewalk.

“Pak, I will be responsible for the damage to your car. I beg you not to take this incident to the police station.” Dion pleads.

The father who owned the car thought for a long time, there was doubt on his face. Because the father was silent, Dion took out his wallet and gave the company card.

That father was wide-eyed. The company name of Dippo Group and its distinctive logo are listed there. Who does not know the company in this country. The company owns one of the famous private banks in Indonesia. The father did not know that the person in front of him was the heir to the company, because Dion did not take off his helmet. He thought Dion was one of the employees there.

“Mr can call to that number.”

“Ba, fine. But I suggest his son should not be told to drive if he does not understand traffic signs. Danger, Sir.”

Dion melengos's. There are others who think Lily is her son. I want it to feel like Dion added a dent in the gentlemen's car.