MARRIED HANDSOME BOSS

MARRIED HANDSOME BOSS
Chapters. 5. At the end



I don't feel like time is passing so fast


it can be said that during school is semester one. Surely it's at the end of school? He said in High School it was the most beautiful and funny time of course for those who are new to love. As in the nature of flowers today, but life is not like water that is not flowing without waves.


Sometimes we will find a problem. So do your best! Okay continue.


All this time he had always been prejudiced that Reza really had a heart for him. And all those mysterious gifts were also from him. But after this incident maybe he will think that his guess turned out to be wrong.


FRIDAY MORNING. 


Where on that day was the last week of school, interest in being shocked by the news that made him so shocked could be said to be like a loss of common sense. A few minutes ago, Reza sent a message saying that today he will move to Singapore, because his father is very ill and must be treated abroad. Bunga immediately followed her to the airport, to meet Reza he took a taxi in a hurry. Not until 15 minutes he's arrived, dude running as fast as possible he can't be late, he has to meet Reza.


But but . .


It turns out he was late for a plane headed to Singapore just left. Directly lemes his joints sad and his sense of wanting to cry. Flowers walked out, he ran, ran and ran while constantly calling out Reza's name. He was really sad and already did not care about the people around him looking at him. And when that step stopped.


His breathing went up and down erratically his heart kept racing. He was in a park on the edge of town. Sit down and cry over her stupid self. He loves someone who may never love him. Reza was only attentive but the flowers thought it was excessive.


He yelled. 


"Rezaaa....... You're evil! I've made it comfortable to keep saying that until anytime, I will never be able to ignore you after what we have passed together even though maybe someday you are not for me! Hix . . Hicks . ." She continued to cry sobbing her beautiful eyes wet by puddles of tears, pain, tightness and sadness until she finally became unconscious.


Perhaps because he felt too much sadness in that regret always came too late, he had not had time to say anything about his feelings. Now he has to separate, not until when.


A few hours later. 


Sayu Bunga heard her mama's sobs, her eyes still heavy to open. Slowly and slowly he spoke.


"Reza."


Only that name was heard from her red lips.


"Sweetly you're sober?" ask her mom slowly while sobbing.  But the flower still did not respond. Since then the doctor said the flower was in severe shock and he had to be treated for 3 months.


But mama kept it a secret, and she took a leave of absence to care for her favorite son - neurologists say flowers should be therapeutic in an area that may be far from her current city. Reza also had no news. Every day her mother cried she was very concerned about the state of her daughter, Maybe it could be said it was the toughest ordeal for her mother. 


Since then, Bunga has never spoken a word of his sight being empty.


"Darling to heal quickly, my mother is sad if you continue to be healthy." Slowly flowed. The woman tried to toughen up she was sad her tears were rushing. All he had was no one's flowers.


THREE MONTHS HAVE PASSED.


The state of the Flower had started to gradually improve He could already smile now. After being declared fully healed they returned to the city where they lived.


In the car.


The flower asked her mother. 


Mom smiled to see it.


Actually mama does not want to remember the incident again, Mama is afraid flowers will be sad and remember Reza.


"You want to know?"


"Yes Ma."


Her mother was silent for a moment.


"Mama also did not know dear, Mama did not have time to meet him, because at that time mama was really worried about your situation."


"Thank you for being the best mama for flowers, my dear flowers." She smiled and hugged her mother tightly, Mama replied to her as well. She has fine hair that belongs to her daughter. Such is the love of a mother, 


until anytime will not be lost by time. Whatever he's gonna do to make his son happy. 


* *


The first day of the flower school


After a long time of retreat. Maybe things will be different. He's already lost his first love. And since then


Reza was right missing his cell phone was never active. Maybe he should learn to let his love go. He just wishes Reza well and happy. He walked in the school caridor, towards his locker. He wanted to keep some of his luggage. 


His gaze vacuous. How not did he still find a neatly wrapped gift box inside his locker. There was sadness but he tried to shake it off. He remembered Reza and always thought that all the gifts were from Reza. Or maybe he thought this was the last gift from a Reza. 


Kreeeeekkk


He closed his locker.


She's about to go to class but all of a sudden, "Good morning flowers." Someone greets him. Between believing the same He did not know that voice. The flowers looked up and the man smiled.


"Eeeh pa-morning too." She's a little nervous. Yes it was Satria, how could he not be this nervous because all this time Satria never greeted or reprimanded him. Some time ago they did meet often but can be said to be ordinary. Is it possible because mama she's the same mama satria teman? I don't know why it was suddenly so friendly.


"Excuse me I have to go to class" he said. Satria just nodded and let her go while the flowers left and just passed by.


When in class, his friends seemed to ask him how he was doing. The flowers respond well. He was just a little reasoned and kept a secret about what had really happened.


But he had already told it to Rina, his best friend.


The school hours are over Flowers go straight home. As usual before eating he would always open the gift. This time there is a very beautiful snowball crystal, inside there is a doll of lovers. Unlike usual he did not respond too much when the snowball included a collection of rich families that might cost millions. He stood up and seemed to be holding a piece of paper with a love poem: Every time I look at you from a distance and my heart feels a strange vibration. Ye know? what were my days when I saw you? I happy. 


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Suddenly his heart was pounding. Who exactly is this sender?