Flower Seller Girl

Love Pier

“Mas, where are we going?”

Dion took a quick glance then focused back on his steering wheel. “Certainly go home. Where else to go.” Since earlier Lily did not throw a look from her husband's face—which her heart said more and more handsome days. “Why see me? I'm handsome?”

Lily grunting. But finally he pulled both ends of his lips to make a smile while shaking his head. Let Dion speak as he pleases. That's a fact.

“Mas, did you send me, Mas back to the office again?” He still did not cut off the look from the man's face. Still handsome even if only next to the face that looks.

“What's the reason?”

“Emmm, the, I want to go to sea.” Lily could see Dion's forehead wrinkled even though the man did not turn to her.

“Sea? What are you going to the sea for? Want to make another observation report?”

“Ngak, Mom. It has nothing to do with college work. For a few days I wanted to see the sea. I also want to smell the sea,” Lily said frankly and with caution. During his life with Dion, he had never expressed such a strange desire.

Dion chose the left lane and reduced his steering speed. Then she looked up and saw Lily's face. The two irises of the girl's eyes were filled with twinkling of hope. The man did not reply, he focused again forward with a sigh.

“If for example Mas Dion can not, I invite Kak Uni only.”

Dion hasn't answered. He momentarily read the clock on his wrist, looked at the rearview mirror and then chose the right lane after it was confirmed that there was no other vehicle behind. Then he turned his vehicle around.

What good is he as a husband if the small request of the wife alone cannot be realized?

***

“Lily, wake! We have arrived.” Apparently the girl was asleep. The journey that never arrived made him bored and finally fell asleep. The killer lecturer had also drained all his energy so that he felt tired and did not need long to rest his body.

Lily felt her body shaken. He frowned then raised both hands to dispel the sunlight that hit his sweet face. After that, he tried to open his eyes.

“You brought it here, but you slept.”

The girl's consciousness had not yet gathered. He rubbed his eyes that felt stuck do not want to be opened.

“Come down!” Still Dion's voice is heard accompanied by waves pounding repeatedly that hit the reef or whatever is around it.

Lily blinked. “Where is this?” He saw Dion getting away from the car and was on the phone. Then he turned his face to the left. “Sea!” The girl screamed happily.

After getting out of the car, Lily ran to the edge of the sea. No, he ran over a low wall that extended on the shore that jutted into the sea. Yes, Dion took the girl to a dock north of the city. Docking places for ships to load or unload goods. But there is no meaningful activity at the dock at this time, other than back and forth some people. So Lily's whereabouts don't bother them.

The blowing wind managed to hoist the collar of his shirt and hair in all directions. Over and over again he took a breath and took it out while stretching out his hands and closing his eyes, feeling every blow of the wind that touched his body.

“Unfortunately you have never seen the sea other than time in Bali?” dion asked in a loud voice.

Lily opened her eyes and turned away. Dion beside him was staring at him. The girl lowered her hand. “Enter now, Mas. Three or four times maybe with school friends first.” Lily also hardened the volume of her voice so as not to be swallowed by the pounding waves that vied to hit the edge.

“Hever been but like never.” Dion squinted in disbelief.

“For example, if you have been to the sea it is forbidden to come to the sea again, so.” Lily faced back into the open ocean and took a deep breath. “This sea scent really calms the mind.”

Dion is silent but follows Lily, enjoying the sea breeze that has a distinctive aroma. Until finally Lily took her away from the place. “Udah yuk, Mas, we go. I'm hungry too thirsty.” The girl's face looked lethargic.

“Udah? Didn't you get excited about coming here? Why now so want to go quickly?” Dion was confused.

“Yes, that's it. Come!” Before Dion left, Lily grabbed his hand and struggled there.

“Eh, Mass. That's what, huh?” Lily pointed at a fence that had many neatly lined padlocks there, not far from where they were now. The fence becomes a barrier between the beach and the land. “Come, Mas, we're there!” Without waiting for Dion to answer, Lily immediately pulled her husband's hand, making Dion helpless and forced to follow.

“Mas and Mbaknya want to pin the love padlock too?” ask someone when they just got there.

“Love padlock?” Lily seemed to think. “Last I came here, it looks like this place does not exist yet,” muttered as he remembered the last time he came there.

“This place has only been opened for a few months, Ma'am,” said the person replied to the curiosity of Lily who turned out to be a padlock seller. Maybe because this tourist destination is still new or because today is not a holiday so visitors are quiet.

“Oh, so, yes, Mom,” reply Lily is no less friendly with the Mother of Padlock Seller. “Mas, we also install her love padlock, yuk.”

“Say you want to eat. Why do you want to play padlock?”

“Just for a minute, Mas. Let us have a memento here.”

Lily took the padlock that mother sold. Then write the name with passion according to the instructions of the mother. Dion was dumbfounded. She said the girl had no energy anymore. But these?

“Mas, come on, Mas should also write a name so that it is directly hung. Then we took a photo. Uh, but the picture uses Mas, yes. My bag missed in the car.”

***

At papa's cafe.

“So how, are you interested?”

“Bby, Om.”

“Start when you can come here?”

“When I'm ready, Om.”

“Good. I will contact you again if the space and musical instrument are ready.”

Apparently papa and the Union are doing a cooperation deal. Lily gave the idea of making live music in the cafe. Of course this was welcomed by Papa as well as the Union. Uni had previously come to the flower shop at Lily's invitation. And that's where the idea came about.

“Thank you, Om.”

“I thank you because you want to turn on our cafe which is not this much with your amazing music skills.”

Amidst their warm conversation, someone came over.

“Papa.” They both looked. And how surprised papa to know who is coming.

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