Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Cantika's Arrival

Anindi's back. It looks so calm Rendra facing his mother well, but he himself almost crazy with questions that are often thrown by the Mother.

"Sorry, Mom, I'm long. The doctor hasn't come yet, has he?" Anindi sat down again to the right of her mother.

Lia's mother looked to the right side. "Say, in a minute, son." Bu Lia was happier than before Rendra's arrival. Apparently, Rendra has a good impact on the health of the mother.

After waiting for about two hours, finally Bu Lia could finish checking up. The condition of the middle-aged woman has improved quite a bit, but has not been able to accept the memories that should be known. As usual, the woman's doctor told Anindi to keep her mind. Do not force Ms. Lia to remember many memories that will certainly be painful. Anindi is getting depressed. That means he will continue acting. Tired too, although only about a week more.

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The next day, Anindi was still working as usual in the store. He waited for the presence of a friend who could be said to be like a brother. According to Cantika–sofangnya–that sweet girl will come after the morning shif ends. Maybe around two o'clock in the afternoon, usually like that.

Anindi serves customers who come to buy unit flowers and bouquets of flowers to give to loved ones.

Today, there was a young man that Anindi taxed might be around twenty-eight years old. By wearing a black suit looks like an office employee or maybe the owner of the company. The man came to Anindi's flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers that would be dedicated to his loved ones. "I'll propose to him today. Can you choose which flowers are suitable?" ask her to Anindi. Obviously Anindi was happy to help, this was a special day for the man. Do not choose wrong.

The man stood in front of Anindi watching all the flowers, beautiful all of them. "The person I'm going to apply for is a beautiful woman who has a high level of obsession. Maybe it's because we're both pursuing careers, but I really appreciate him."

Anindi nodded twice, understood. After thinking more clearly and broadly, Anindi finally gave a suggestion of red roses only. The symbol of love that is burning, of course, will be beautifully decorated so that it can be presented so sweet. "You should wear red roses. I'll make a bouquet of flowers that contain a hundred stalks, but maybe you need to wait or it can be taken later in the afternoon." Anindi gave me a choice. Because, to make a bouquet of flowers that big it takes time. "If you agree, I can make it right away."

The man did not agree. Observing even deeper, really people who do not carelessly make decisions. That's what Anindi caught and could be a lesson. "All right, I agree." Finally decided to follow Anindi's advice.

"good. I will make it right now," added Anindi happy.

"If so, I pay first. Maybe I'll take it around three in the afternoon." The man gave me a cash bridge card. Politely Anindi took it for a swipe. In addition to cash, Anindi also serves purchases via debit. No problem, because in this day and age everything is sophisticated. "Please, make the best of it because I want him to feel well when I convey a feeling."

Anindi's stunned. He had heard the phrase from Cantika before, but not from her. Cantika just conveyed it according to what the woman knew.

"Can you?" asked the man when he saw Anindi stunned as if hypnotized.

Anindi soon regained her senses, almost withdrawing to the past. "God willing, I can!" His voice is very firm.

"Thank God. I'll stay first."

After the departure of the customer, Anindi rushed to make an order. Remembering the order that was already finished all because only three small bouquets. Therefore, Anindi has a lot of time.

On the sidelines of making a large bouquet of flowers, Cantika came with a greeting. Anindi answered happily, at least she has friends in completing this activity.

Cantika came to bring a bag of discounted hunting food. The girl just received a salary.

"Thank God you came. I asked for help," Anindi said with a small smile.

Cantika sat down in the chair next to Anindi and said, "My friend this one does not see the conditions, yes!" Little pissed.

Anindi chuckles amusedly with both hands trying to string one stalk flowers with another. "I'm kidding, Can. Anyway I understand that you're tired, I'm just glad that I have a friend. It's noon, it's hard for the eyes to work together."

Cantika opened the crackle bag, took out two boxes of medium-sized chocolate flavored milk. Take one and say, "I should have brought coffee, yes. But, the discount is just this bread and milk."

Anindi laughed again. "Please, I can buy it at the opposite shop." Anindi kept a sprig of red flowers on the table. So too with sharp scissors like the mouths of neighbors. Sighing rough, a little tired. Take his milk. "Aren't you going straight home?" Enjoying the first straw, it was delicious. It is fitting that many are targeting milk with this famous brand.

Cantika spent first the contents of the milk box, responsibility. After that, just answer. "I want to come here." The answer is so short, solid, and clear.

Anindi laughed again. The woman who has the real name Cantika Maharani has indeed become her true friend since entering the first school. Anindi and Cantika make a friendship without even getting involved in a split. For difference, of course, a lot. It's just not too flashy. "You came by yourself? Where's your boyfriend going?" Anindi asked like that was not without cause. Considering Cantika and her boyfriend often come together. As a friend, Anindi can only pray for the best. Anindi may not allow to date, but that is Cantika's right to live life. Anindi can only give advice, basically all the decisions are in the hands of her best friend.

Cantika's face was instantly bent, full of annoyance. "I'm angry with him! It's too bad to talk about him!" Cantika stood up and threw out the milk waste in the trash can that was not too far away.

Anindi.

Cantika stood in front of the garbage can with a feeling of annoyance after arguing with Kemal–his lover– a few hours ago.

Anindi. Watching Cantika's back. "Why indeed? You guys arguing?"

Cantika never hid anything from her best friend, nor did Anindi. They are open to each other in order to discuss the problems at hand. "I was tired of waiting for him to come home. I also need reassurance as a woman. If it's too long, I could turn to someone else."