MARRIED HANDSOME BOSS

Chapters. 3. Still Confused

That day was the day when the Flower felt a slightly disturbing excitement. There was a feeling of disbelief, there was a concussion at each end of his chest tightness.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

There was a knock in her tiny room.

"Can my mom come in?" Ask your mother from outside the room. 

"Yes Ma." The middle-aged woman came in, it was seen that her beloved daughter was lying down, her face was sad, the instinct of a mother might know that the only princess was sad.

"Dear." Mama sat down, gently stroking the flower hair. "Something's changed lately, what are you doing? Tell me if there's a problem, baby."

"No flowers are fine, nothing." Answer slowly.

"You know you're lying, baby in this world so many choices it's all an experience that's getting us older." Flowers looked at her mother.

Both of her beautiful eyes were glazed.

"Is love not necessary?"

Mom smiled. "Why baby? You fell in love?"

"Jawab first ma!"

"Yes, you could say so!"

"That's not fair Ma!"

"Loh."

"That's fair to someone who's in love for the first time!"

"That's called selfish darling."

The flower immediately sobbed, the lashes were wet with tears. He got up and hugged his mother tightly.

"It's wrong if the flower has a feeling of love with Reza."

"Do you like Reza?" My mother was half surprised.

"Yes Ma Flowers fell in love at first sight."

"What does the problem matter?"

"It turns out Reza's been in the same match with Veli, her friend since childhood!"

My mother smiled again . .

"Flower need not be sad, new in the soul mate does not have to be positive married, we are only humans love God who determines. Today we can plan eeh tomorrow another God wantsdirin."

"Keep."

"Yes if Reza is already in a match with other girls, you must be chesty. And if God turns things around, Reza could be your soul mate." Mama still stroked her hair.

"Thank you Ma the feeling of flowers has been relieved."

"Udah now you take a shower gih Mama want to make sure you go to the invitation to the house of his friend mama." Flowers immediately took off her embrace while nodding confidently.

30 Minutes later, the flowers had taken a shower. 

She wore light green clothes and a bright green skirt knee-length matching her white skin.

His hair was long straight and decorated with yellow ribbons. Her makeup is feminine. Mom was waiting for him in the living room.

"Well, are you ready yet?" His shouting.

"Udah kok ma." He appeared

"Okay yuk we're leaving." They walked into the garage and into a bright pink BMW.

ARRIVING AT A MAGNIFICENT BUILDING.

Her mother parked her car neatly, both of them got off. It looks like the home page is spacious and beautiful there is a garden with a variety of unique designs. The guests seem to have come a lot. They entered, where they were warmly welcomed by the owner of the magnificent house. There was a woman who was approximately 38 years old and beside her was her beloved husband.

"Congratulations yabMbak may be more lasting with the husband and given health." Mama Tia immediately hugged the woman.

"Thank you Tia, is this a flower?"

"Yes mbak!"

"Geez she's getting prettier now." The woman who was called by the name mbak smiled in amazement, seeing the beauty of the child alone puppet belonging to Mama Tia.

"How long has it been since I've been squirming?"

"Since 10-year-old flowers look like a mbak."

"Well, your daughter is really a teenager now!" Continue Mbak Yuni's husband. The flowers and her mother were smiling with embarrassment.

"Yes, the age of flowers is 16 years old." Answer mama. They both laughed.

"Where are the boys?"

"I'm looking for me?" Suddenly someone's voice came from behind. Fourthly looked.

"Darling where Mimi's looking for you."

"Sorry Mi was just going to pee." The answer.

"Tante Tia Temen Mimi."

The guy immediately greeted mama tia. Meanwhile the flower glued to her.

He knew who the guy was and he had seen it before.

"I'm aunty Satria."

"Tante Tia." They shake hands. "Know this Aunt's flower." Mama introduced Flowers to the guy. They looked at each other and shook hands.

"What class is it now?" Ask mom later.

"twelve grade aunt."

"Oh means to pass again dong."

He just nodded and smiled, a warm smile. Bunga knew that he was a schoolmate who had just seen him during a futsal match last time.

But it was as if he had just seen clearly.

Then they walked together to a table that has been placed various kinds of dishes. They talk fun. I don't think time is almost over. When the wall clock shows at 18:00 Wib.

Mom and flowers are home. The meeting with her mother made the hearts of flowers entertained a little.

After fulfilling his obligations as a Muslim, Bunga lay in a sprimbed room. He grabbed his cell phone. 

Whatsapp is coming in from Rina

"Hi Bung what else?"

"May Rin sleep."

"Why have you been so sad lately? You're okay with the invitation?"

"Yes Rin I'm fine."

"Yes, man, I'm just worried."

"Yes, thanks for the attention."

"I still don't believe it since the incident last time when Veli threatened you, You become a little moody, honestly man You like Reza?"

"Why did you say that?"

"I suspect you like him."

Flowers don't reply.

"What's in diem?"

"Let's be honest."

"Pliss is."

"Why the hell, man?"

"Wrongly, I asked."

"Reply reply."

"Later I'll tell you." New flowers reply.

"okay."

Chat also stopped.

The flower let out a short sigh suddenly her mobile phone shook again.

Chat from Reza.

"Good night inces, how is today fun?"

Flowers just read it and then put the phone on the lamp table.

A moment of silence. Reza will always be there in every breath. But he didn't know until when, in his heart, he hoped that the handsome guy that he would always love to be honest it was inappropriate. Let him keep Reza's name close to the deepest side of his heart. That's all he can do. 

Still in the morning, Bunga had arrived at his school as usual before entering class he always kept some of his belongings in the locker.

And again he found a special gift, maybe in say almost every day various kinds of gifts are always in his locker.

This time the sender who always marked himself with the initials R, sent something unexpected by him. The response was just smiling and closing the locker again.