I'm taking you off, Mas!

Harvesting White Rose Flowers

A little commotion broke out at the desk that Afkar used to work at. He prefers to go from there. Afkar did not want to hear the debate between father and son.

Somewhere else.

Yara was so happy when she saw some white roses in the garden behind the perfectly bloomed house there. There are many white roses that are still buds. It only takes a few more days for the flowers to bloom perfectly. The white rose tree that grows on the 1x5 meter long land gives its own beauty to Yara. The pregnant woman loved the white rose. White roses are no stranger to her.

Long ago, at the orphanage where Yara and her mom lived. Mama Mira accidentally planted some white rose trees there. So, Yara must have been wondering why the flower was in this house.

“That, Mr. Rio who planted it, Non,” Bi Tum said as the woman delivered warm tea to Yara. And as long as you don't stay here. White roses are always well taken care of. At the end of each harvest, we will send it to Lord Rio's residence at that time.

“For what, Bik?” ask Mira.

A smile was etched on Bi Tum's face. “Master Rio always displays white roses in every corner of the room. If Non Yara realized every space in this space there must be a white rose. The existence of the white rose seemed to be his encouragement all this time. The one aunt had heard from Mr. Rio. Every time I see the flower. Shadow Mistress Mira always comes while smiling at him.” Bi Tum explained. There were many other things that the old woman revealed to Yara.

The loyalty, longing and regret that Bi Tum saw from Mr. Rio's life all along. Not many know the fragile side of his father. And the fragility of Mr. Rio is visible only when he is in his room. All those sweet memories are there.

The explanation from Bi Tum made Yara's heart beat.

‘What is the weight of papa's life when not together with Mama. Why they are so similar. Mama also never showed her sad side but in her own time. Mama always cried every time she held this necklace I was wearing'

Inner Yara while holding the necklace she was wearing.

As Yara was daydreaming, Bi Tum passed from before her because Erza came to them.

“Honey, why daydream?” erza Tegur. And immediately Yara awoke from her daydream.

“Eh, Mass. I was just thinking about something. Wait a minute, Mas.” Yara passes from before Erza. That made Erza suspicious. The husband of Yara walked in the steps of his wife who returned to the house.

Yara's eye beads went around the corner of the room. According to what Bi Tum said to her. Yara could see there were several vases of white roses in each corner of it. Even some of them have fallen because of withering.

“Mas, will you help me make a rose harvest in front of earlier?” pinta Yara to Erza. The woman knew that Erza was following her.

Erza pulled both corners of her lips. “What the hell can't make my bidadar!” Erza seduces back.

Yara sneers. If they are both like now. Erza was delighted to tease him. Yara immediately called Bi Tum to ask for scissors and gloves so as not to be hit by thorns when harvesting the white rose.

“Now, Which?” ask Erza to Yara.

“Next year, Mas.”

Erza chuckles crisply getting a reply from Yara.

“Mother,” call Dhiya. The girl already looked pretty when she greeted Yara. He walked in tandem with Syafa who also looked neat.

“Hai, Darling. Your daughter is beautiful!” Yara kissed Dhiya's head gently.

“Iya, mother. Mamih Syafa said I should be neat in the morning. Today ‘kan return to the hospital for control,” said Dhiya while looking at Syafa.

The woman who was being looked at smiled then rubbed Dhiya's smooth cheeks.

“Smart child, Dhiya dare to meet the doctor and open the bandage in Dhiya's hand?” ask Yara.

“Brave, Nda. ‘kan not bleeding. Yes if it's still bleeding, fear too. But little!” cetus Dhiya's.

Yara laughed hearing that as well as Erza and Syafa.

“Wah, early in the morning already gathered huh? Why doesn't anyone wake papa?” said Mr. Rio who suddenly came and immediately approached everything. Along with Bi Tum who returned with scissors and rubber gloves for preparation to harvest white roses.

Mr. Rio smiled back at Yara. Mr. Rio remembered early this morning he woke up because of a dream. A dream he had long been waiting for. The arrival of a beautiful woman dressed syar’i. The woman who called out her name while extending a hand to him. That one Rio sir was indeed waiting for his arrival, waiting with a handful of white roses in his hand.

His heart was happy when a helping hand was greeted warmly. A hand he never touched for a long time. ‘Mir, never let go of this hand again. Wait for me until we can step together towards a happy place.’ That's what Mr. Rio said to the beautiful woman. Then a slow nod he got.

“Papa even smiled to himself. What daydream, anyway?” reprimand Syafa.

“Ah, no papa just remember with dream papa last night.”

“What dream, Pah?” Yara asked back.

“Ordinary dream,” replied Mr. Rio. Then switch on Bi Tum which comes with the tools he used to prune white roses. “Yesterday it was the scissors!” tell Mr. Rio when he sees Bi Tum putting the tools on the floor.

“Let Mas Erza cut the flower, Pah!” serobot Yara because he knows what his papa will do.

“Means this time papa is enough to be a foreman,” said Mr. Rio. Again the old man circulated his gaze looking for someone. “Where is Roni?” he asked while glancing towards Syafa. Just the headband that Mr. Rio got from his first daughter.

“Pak Roni left at dawn, sir. But he will come back later in the day,” said Bi Tum who is still there. Mister Rio just nodded slowly replying to her.

“So we harvest roses?” ask Erza. “Rarely happens. A CEO of a well-known company in Switzerland became a gardener,” Erza said.

“So ‘lah. I want to replace some flowers that are in the house.” Yara looks very excited.

“OK, ready princess. The pay is expensive, darling. Dare to pay Piro?” canda Erza's.

Yara is closing in on Erza. “The payment is later tonight, Mas,” whispered Yara. The whisper succeeded in making the face of Erza sumringah. How not, it has been a few nights Erza has to lose her warm embrace Yara because some events that occurred in sequence almost this week.

“Let’ go's. Come, Brother. Come with papa!” take Erza to Dhiya.

Dhiya turned to Shafa who would take her to the hospital again.

Syafa nodded slowly. “Still long control schedule, Mamih wait ko!”

Heard the words of Shafa Dhiya. “Yeay, come, Pa.” Cheer Dhiya. The girl was also very excited.

Mr. Rio smiled happily that morning. I was able to get together with my family that morning. The thing he missed all this time. There is nothing he wants more in life than to be with his children and grandchildren as they are today.

“This one, Pah! It was still a bud, a long cut the stalk so it entered the same vase,” Dhiya the beautiful boy who turned into a child foreman that morning.

Erza could only nod at the orders of her daughter who was like that superior. Yara collected the collected white roses.

“Be careful, Ra! Durinya sharp. Call on Erza too. Don't let Dhiya get hit by thorns!” Mr. Rio warned. Yara simply gave the code by brandishing her finger and forming the letter O.

Syafa helps Yara. The woman replaced the vase in a corner of the room not far from her papa seat now.

“Fa, add a few more strands. In order to look more collected flowers,” Mr. Rio's word to Syafa.

“Good, Pah.” Syafa again took a few stems of white roses to add to the vase.

After Syafa. The shadow of a woman who met him earlier this morning reappeared. Her face was beautiful while smiling at Mister Rio. The man replied with a smile.

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To be continued