LOCKDOWN A Love And Covid - 19
Flower Shop Owner Girl
march 5th, 2020
Historic day, most beautiful day, happy day, smile day, laugh day. I am still confused to name today, which must be my happiness and my spirit so peaked amazingly, the afternoon will be lost
worried and afraid of me, this afternoon will be lost my sadness, in the afternoon the person who is always present in my imagination will step on the island of Java.
My light blue car sold, my father decided to sell my favorite car because no one used it during my stay in Medan. Iyya of course, I've been thinking about it since the beginning I raised my legs about to leave this house. I knew that you wouldn't have time to just heat up my car's engine or bring my beautiful young blue one on your way. Dad was very busy of course, with a neat PNS uniform, always 5 minutes late just because it was stuck in traffic, and always brought some work to the tree house because of sleeping in the workspace. Until I proposed to him to ask permission to the Regent so that his work schedule was changed to night. Because you can think clearly and focus if the moon has replaced the position of the sun in this vast sky. That's how the curly-haired father always spoils yasmine Adelia, I.
"bring some food yes, drinking water and also towels" said the mother while carrying a tote bag.
"mom put it in your backseat."
I have not been able to answer because my mouth still holds drinking water stuck in the throat of the mother has been stuck walking forward. The only mother is the oldest woman here, she is half a century old, she loves Firhan very much, like her own son. Of course, she loved and paid a lot of attention to my husband, because she had lost a man in our family. She was the second mother's child, she died when she was a child, first grade of Elementary School. Of course many memories have been painted between my brother who died with mother. All I know is that, so my father decided to move to work, away from the memories and stories that have been painted, away from my grandmother in Batang, precisely under the mountains of Pagilaran tea.
After that, the father started all his new activities, the father took S2 in the forestry department, pioneered and then filed a letter moving from Batang City to the Yogyakarta Culture and Tourism Office. Dad takes care of the forest, nature, and all the tourist attractions in this Cultural City. When my father was successful I was born into the world 20 years ago. I just get the sweetness. Do not know the struggle or painstakingly pioneering life. That's how I am, the fate of the youngest daughter.
"Don't forget to bring an umbrella, where will it rain later."
If the mother has reminded about the umbrella, the sign is that there is no longer a message that will be conveyed by her. I smiled at my mother with this cheer, I looked happy, I didn't want you to know that I was always slumped during parting with Firhan, but because I wasn't good at lying I was always caught.
I went from the dining room to the car, sent a message to Firhan, informing him that I would start leaving the house area to go to Adi Sucipto airport in Yogyakarta.
An emoticon love was sent for me.
My heart was pounding, impatient to embrace him and to go back to living the same life as before, as I laughed, and happy to be his wife.
Bright weather suddenly covered in ash cloud, ash, I even forgot to bring an umbrella because it was too focused on carrying a laptop and a hard drive containing dozens of movies so that I would not be late if it turned out that there was a possibility of a plane landing late.
The downhill road was over, I left the pine hill area and drove to the flat road, the community shopping center under the hill I stopped by.
Maybe everyone knows, only Bani Sayyaf is the only house that lives in the hills, and a villa on the side of our house that is very tight guard, he said, if there is a couple who will stay overnight they must submit proof of marriage certificate first, if there is none then there is no lodging for the couple. But over time, some couples simply show their wedding photos, not bad anymore bring a wedding book.
My penny light went left, there was no car behind me, but this was a customary rule, after all, I don't want to have an accident or take a victim just because my flash is not on, and rather I don't want to have bad memories on the highway. My flower shop is still closed, maybe in 5 or 10 minutes they will open, I decided to call Firhan. Once twice or even three times until finally the flower shop owned by the orphan girl opened little by little. Maybe Firhan is taking a shower, I thought briefly and put the phone on the dashboard.
I lowered the car window slowly, my narrow eyes slipped between two glasses that I deliberately did not open wide, I was narrowed, the curly-haired girl immediately recognized me and walked over to the parked car right in front of her flower shop.
"sir, take the order." said the friendlier, I lowered the windshield even wider.
"iyya, how has it become a tiara..?"
"already, I hope you like it. Just a minute."
Before long he emerged from the doorway among the ornamental flowers that surrounded and filled his shop. My big bouquet he carried with his two thin hands, but I really hope he can forget his bad memories in the past.
Unfortunately the girl, he smiled kindly but hid a million problems.
"this is sis.." he said making my daydreams crumble.
"Tiara discount 50% to 150 thousand just sis."
"that's not how Tiara, sister pay full okkay."
My hand reached into the bag lying beside my steering chair, I thrust 100 thousand three pieces of money, with a heavy heart it feels to accept, I know from the look of his face that is feeling guilty, I know, but he is not asking for.
" lady, that's your right.."
"Tiara was confused to love what kind of reply brother if gini." replied full of confusion
"just a minute, brother, wait a minute.."
He ran into the shop and rushed to the side of my car door with a bouquet of blue roses mixed with milk white that he made with flannel.
"i beg you not to be rejected, you have heard a lot of my stories, and you can make me like the old Tiara again."
I smiled in response, I stretched my hand to reach for the beautiful bouquet of blue roses. From his creative hands can produce happiness for those around him like me. Because I'm the one who always gives up if I have to deal with crafts and art.
"sister, chances are I won't be here anymore. I'm moving to Jakarta tomorrow. There was an uncle, the older brother of the late father. It just so happened that my uncle worked at the airport, so I tried to open a bouquet nearby" Tiara said, making me feel incredibly touched, didn't expect this to be the end of our meeting after 3 years of getting to know each other.
"Yes Allah.. You really left town..?" my question convinced Tiara. His smile was sincere and he nodded. I understand how Tiara lived after her father died, certainly not an easy thing at a very young age to have to live a kara. Only memories remain if Tiara stays here and it will worsen her health even if it seems fine.
"yes, so good boy huh, so sholihah."
I took out a gift from the car for her, I didn't expect that this gift would be a parting gift for her.
"it's a hijab, your favorite color is green banana leaves, the color is bright easily you like."
"thank you brother.." said Tiara. I smiled to answer it.
"don't forget to always wear a mask, a lot of late virus, hopefully you are always healthy." he said
After saying goodbye to Tiara, I again spurred the speed of the car, leaving behind the sweet figure of the Flower Shop keeper of her father's legacy. Tiara's a good girl, now she's 18. After going through a difficult time when his father and mother divorced he vented his frustration with the complicated path, he met a lot of striped man, he was, until in the end he had to lose the crown he should have kept and he took care of. I met Tiara in a very apprehensive condition, I loved her, I was sure she would change, she was a good person, she was off track due to the impingement alone. I'm sure his little heart is still pure and he wants to be happy. Tiara confessed to me that she wanted to change like she used to. And I tried to convince him.
But Tiara's regret becomes prolonged, because Tiara's ex-boyfriend makes Tiara have to lose the only best man in the world, his father. That's what makes Tiara sometimes cry and almost depressed, she feels too guilty. He assumes that his ex-girlfriend killed his father because he did not accept being broken up by him.
The dark sky turned to rain, I paused for a moment in the shade of a tree that was probably decades old, looking very old from its widened trunk. Staring at the rain that stuck in the glass of my car, while waiting for my phone to shake Firhan's sign called me.
My prayer this time, may God give the best for the lonely Tiara life, then God found me with my husband in good health.
Rain, hardening..
As hard as my miss to her.
As hard as I can remember about him.
