Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Bouquet

Anindi clearly refused. Too much to lie to his mother. All he needed was to find the right time to explain to his mother. "No need!" Resolutely refused.

Rendra glanced at the windshield. This woman has a strong stance. Not even the wind can shake it. "You sure?" Again asked.

Anindi nodded quickly. "I'm always confident in the decisions that are made."

Rendra accepted Anindi's decision. There's nothing to do but hope that her mother can get her lost memories soon.

Both arrived in front of the hospital. Anindi was given first aid and eventually came out with a leg given some plaster wounds.

Rendra was still waiting quietly until Anindi was discharged from the hospital.

"Come, I'll drive you home." Without hesitation Rendra immediately offered help.

Anindi shook her head. "No need." The girl did not want to trouble anyone, be it family or friends. What else is Rendra who is only an acquaintance in the hospital. "I can go home by myself, ride an angkot."

Rendra watched Anindi. "You sure?"

Anindi gave a rough sigh. "I told you, everything I say is always certain."

I wanted it to be pushy, but Rendra was self-aware that he had no right to it. "alright. At least I've offered to help."

In the end they split up. Anindi motorbike itself has been transported by a mechanic from the Rendra family. The woman will bring him tomorrow. Given that there were no more vehicles, Anindi was forced to go to the store by taking an angkot.

Today there is an order for a large bouquet of flowers to one of the publishing companies. And, the advance has been paid by the Order. In other words, Anindi must still go to the store and fulfill the order.

By using public transport, Anindi can reach the store. The girl was asked a few questions from the owner of the pharmacy on the side, of course, about the health of the mother. Including a sentence that came out like this. "Later, Auntie wants to see your mother" he said. Anindi obviously couldn't resist, it was everyone's goodwill.

After talking for about five minutes, Anindi immediately opened the shop. Three orders await and two of them are not very complicated. It only takes fifteen minutes. Both orders will be taken by the booker in about an hour.

Two bouquets of flowers are completed in forty-five minutes. Not to forget Anindi contacted the owner so that it could be immediately taken. At least he just needs to do one more.

Order taken. Anindi earns a wage for it. Grateful to still be able to seek sustenance in the midst of economic turmoil and the onslaught of job seekers.

"Alhamdulillah. There's only one more bouquet, but it should be finished before Asar can, huh?" Anindi's hands are quite achy, not to mention serving buyers who come directly. But there is pleasure in the heart too. The shop is crowded and trusted by many people.

The average buyer wants a red rose, and indeed the one who buys it is also from among young people. It could be said they bought it to please the couple, a little envious as well. Because, every rose arrangement, Anindi felt attracted to the dimensions of the past. It's scary, but it's fun too.

"It should be finished as soon as possible. Otherwise, I risked my flower shop name." Anindi breathed a heavy sigh. This life is not always in line with what is desired. But the woman always tried her best. Then, leave everything to the Almighty.

Flowers that can be said to be of a large enough size are ordered by a publishing company. He said the owner of the company had a thirty-year anniversary. Mature enough for the age of a human. However, the maturity of age is not a benchmark of maturity itself. Don't be fooled.

Anindi was working on the order alone. Just resting for prayers and eating for a while, the woman continued to test the shrewdness of both hands and brain to create masterpieces.

Three hours later, finally the bouquet that uses red and white roses was completed. Not to forget the words too, it seems that the employees ordered this as well. Pretty fun neighborhood there, it looks like.

"Bismillah, I must quickly send this flower." Anindi snatched the bag that always accompanied, out opened a bouquet of flowers and closed the store. He ordered a car online as a transportation so that there is no need to ride down and down public transportation.

Along the way there, Anindi noticed around. The atmosphere was shady, the afternoon came to say hello. Soon the twilight may come, it feels like the woman is pushed into a beautiful momentum that is still imprinted in the memory.

The car stopped, forced to crash. Anindi could not do anything, this street was public property. I wish I could come on time.

While waiting, he accidentally turned to the right side, lowering the window glass until it ran out. And, unexpected things happen. The two netra caught the figure he had met. The world is very narrow.

The figure turned towards Anindi whose car was next to the figure's vehicle. Their eyes met, in an instant, staring at each other in the onslaught of the sound of car horns that were impatient until home.