Last Flowers

BT - 01

"Between.. let's wake up, son, you'll be in the morning" said a middle-aged mother holding a broom in her right hand.

Tare.. 23-Year-Old Girl, Working as a Call Center.. Dara Girl is nice, submissive and she is also a little silly in her daily life.

She has a sister who is pitting fate in the next town after six months of graduating from high school.

"What time is it, mom" said the shoulder-haired girl with Bob's cutting.

"almost six o'clock" answered Dara's mother as she opened a small window in Dara's modest room.

Dara's eyes open slowly to widen when looking at the wall clock.morning shift makes him always confused by the fog to prepare, understand it every night if there is time to have the habit of writing to channel his hobby.

Only thirty minutes Dara was prepared..

"Fuck with make-up that I haven't polished, I can use it on public transport later." said Dara hurried away from her room.

"Buuuuuu... Ayaahhhh" Dara shouted to her parents.

"You girls, it's not good to shout like that." replied Dara's mother, Ani..

"Which father?" dara said.

"Dad is not sorry, breakfast was you" said Ani's mother.

"Okay, did not have time ma'am. public transportation that morning was full, not necessarily directly can.. I eat this aja, yes" said Dara say goodbye then he took one of his favorite flour tempeh.

Like a mandatory menu that must be on the old dining table at his residence.

"alright.. Be careful on the road, buy breakfast so as not to empty your stomach" charm mother Ani.

"Every mother, Assalamualaikum"

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Dara walked quickly to the big road, Dara's house was in a narrow alley that can only be passed by two-wheeled vehicles and pedestrians.. dara's quick steps strongly indicate that she is being hunted by time..

Black pants and uniforms that he wrapped with pink cardigan become ICONIC Dara every go to work, until everyone knows, that it is Dara.

"Dara ..." shouted someone, accompanied by the sound of a duck motor slowly approaching.

"Eh.. Mas Gustaf " replied Dara as he walked quickly.

Gustaf is a neighbor of 28-year-old Dara, Gustaf keeps a sense of virgin since a long time, but the cute and humble virgin is not aware of it.

"You're in a hurry, right???" Gustaf asked in response to a nod by Dara while adjusting his breathing rhythm..

"i take between yuk to the intersection of five. quite saving time" Gustaf offered, making Dara stop his steps staring at Gustaf who also suddenly pressed the brake of his motorcycle.

"Now, isn't it a hassle? it could be a spit ga ya" said Dara with his stubbornness.

Gustaf chuckles..

"It can be, if you ride now and don't protest much." Gustaf said making Dara rush to sit on his bike..

"Handle" Gustaf said, pulling the accelerator in his right hand..

Dara holds the waist of Gustaf, according to Gustaf's orders..

Dara occasionally lowered her head due to a little worry over her safety..

"My old motor can speed also under these circumstances" Gustaf chuckled..

Not hearing Gustaf's words clearly, Dara just chuckled after Gustaf who laughed lightly.

"It's only 7 minutes." said Dara looking at the simple clock in her hand.

"Would I take you to your office?" gustaf said again.

"No need, our workplaces are different directions, just wasting your time" said Dara casually as he opened the old helmet he was wearing.

"It seems empty. yasudah, be careful yaa." said Gustaf smilingly looking at Dara's natural beauty.

"Here, take it for breakfast" Gustaf said giving Dara a small bag of crackles.

"What'sthis?? " confused Dara.

"Fried rice made by my mother, just bring it. You have not had breakfast, right? there's your favorite flour tempeh too" Gustaf sumringah said.

"No, it's your bekel, right? I can buy anngi on the side of the road, " said Dara refused.

"I had breakfast, I deliberately brought it because there was a feeling of meeting you" Gustaf said, making Dara let off her light laughter.

"I don't like to be forced, so before you force.I accept yes, mas." said Dara cheerfully received the small package.

"Thank you, I say goodbye, Assalamualaikum." said Dara hurriedly walked towards the public transport that had stopped waiting for her to board.

Wahhh.. kayaknya delicious yes nasi goreng, my stomach worms so thrashing receive Singnal aroma of onions.not to mention, hemm tempe this flour... - Dara was whiny in the corner of public transportation that he was riding at that time.

Until he realized.. Oh, my goshaaaa, I haven't preached. I can get angry Ratih..

Dara rushed out her make-up tool that looks very simple, even though her job only receives a phone but they are obliged to dress neatly and wear makeup..

Fifteen minutes later.. Dara almost arrived at his office, Dara had to walk 300 meters after getting off the public transport he was riding..

Yesss. ga so late, fortunately there was a Gustaf mas in addition to getting a ride, I can also have a good breakfast for free..

Dara's cheerful face is indeed one of the attractions of everyone close to her, not least with Gustaf who has long put his heart on Dara..

Dara walked with joy until she arrived at her office..

"Become..."

"Mba Ratih, good morning." said Dara with great respect to his superior.

"Morning.. Dara can you overtime today? two of your colleagues who shift day can not be present because of illness, can you replace it until the night shift later???" said Ratih, as a supervisor where Dara works.

tempted by a decent rupiah to make savings, of course Dara quickly accepted the offer..

"Certainly want to mbak." said Dara.

"Ah thank goodness.. Yasudah safe working yes" said Ratih and then left Dara.

Dara entered the room where there was a long-chambered table with chairs in front of her.

Dara's greeting to her coworkers in a warm smabut at that time.

"There's still time, I can eat first"

Said Dara opened the package of fried rice with a savory taste and a little spicy.

Wow very lucky later the woman who became the wife of Gustaf mas, her mama can make fried rice as delicious as this. if you make fried rice only the aroma of terasi which smelled.

Dara does have a quite humorous nature, her behavior is also ridiculous to make others happy to share jokes with her..

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Hii.. Meet again with my new novel.

After the last few novels my main character is always meek this time I make a little different yes, hopefully I can make Dara's character live here like the main female character before..

Calm.. Being my identity every time I write, there will definitely be dramatic tears later hehehe..

Btw, how do you feel reading this first chapter??? thank you input yes 😬🙏😍