Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Delivery Again

"Sister doesn't want to judge people who want to date, that's their right. But, Brother himself is indeed not running," Adib replied after thinking for a few minutes.

"The bottom line is, you can't force your opinion on someone else. Brother just doesn't want to be in a relationship with the opposite sex before it's legal!" firmly Adib while stepping closer to the fence of the house, opened it slowly. "You can think as you please, but we live in the rule of God. So, what do you want it to be like, that's your right."

Rendra was silent for a moment, watching her brother go inside. Every word that Adib issued is not a trivial thing, sometimes very valuable.

Instead of continuing to argue, Adib chose to enter the house. Today there are several meetings to be had with the production team. The man is still writing the story, but not as intelligent as the writer in general. He wrote only one book in a year because the work of the others was just as solid.

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Anindi pampit to the store. He immediately opened a place to sell and was immediately welcomed by some people who would buy flowers. Feels fun. The girl served as quickly as possible in a friendly and joyful manner.

"Sir, I would like to order a bouquet of red roses. But I might not be able to take it myself. Can you send it there?" One of the buyers asked. A young man in a formal style, wearing a white shirt with black pants. Looks like an office employee. "I need this bouquet around twelve in the afternoon. So, if you can send before that hour. Can it?"

Anindi thought for a moment. Given his schedule today and it doesn't feel too solid. "God willing, I can, Mom. May I know where the address is?" Approve directly.

The young man gave the company a business card and said, "I work as a production team. Ma'am, can ask Mas Danar to the security guard. Must know."

Anindi took a business card. A little stunned to see the name of the company he had been to. Ah, apparently this man in front of her works in the same place as the man who used to help her.

"Please, sent before twelve noon, yes, Ma'am. I want to give it to my girlfriend." The young man explained in more detail.

Anindi. Nodding fast. "God willing, Mas."

"This is the payment." Two pieces of red money were removed from the young man's wallet. "Take it back for postage. Thanks in advance."

Anindi. "It's too much, Mom. I can't take it."

"It's okay." The man was a little pushy. "If it is like that, I say goodbye. Good morning." Good morning."

Anindi no longer argues about money, maybe it becomes her way of sustenance. "Ah, okay. Good morning to you too."

After that, Anindi served two customers who turned out to have stepped on beautiful white orchids in the collection of Anindi florists. With a little weight, Anindi finally let go. Though he was very dear, already considered the orchid flower itself. Loved with all my heart.

Five hundred rupiah's got this morning, thank God. However, the money must also return to be capital for the contents of the store. Anindi will buy more flowers to the subscription place. It could be said from the farm directly, but Anindi hesitated a little. "Every time I go there, I cry." Anindi sighed. The shadow of some events dancing in the eye, it is difficult to forget. But, it has to be done. "I need to be at peace with myself."

Anindi immediately finished the job. Today the heat is more than yesterday. At nine in the morning it was very hot and stung the body. Thirst whack, anyone will not be separated from cold drinks. Especially for people who work in the field. Grateful Anindi could work indoors, at least not too hot.

As time went on, Anindi managed to arrange all the flowers at eleven in less than five minutes. He quickly left the store and closed it. Bring a bouquet of flowers that have been arranged to be delivered first. Given this bouquet was quite large, he could not bring the other two bouquets. Let's go to the store again to get it.

Anindi uses a taxi service to get there. Not do not want to transport it by motor, but do not rule out the possibility of the bouquet will be damaged. This is more feared.

Along the way Anindi kept quiet. Enjoy every view of the city that is densely creeping full of activities of the city dwellers. Even among the crowd, Anindi still felt a sense of loneliness.

Eight minutes later, Anindi was finally finished. Pay the fare according to the rate, then walk forward. The guess is right, same building. "I hope I don't see him again he's here." Bring a bouquet of flowers and walk forward.

The building consisting of eight floors seems like a fairly famous company and certainly large. The people in it are not careless, happy who work there.

Anindi kept moving and almost got to the main door when Arga's voice startled her from behind. "Anindi, that's you, isn't it?" he said in a loud voice. It was clear that some people who were passing by in front of the skyscraper were watching them, especially Anindi.

Anindi stopped, the sound of a little running footsteps could be heard from behind in the same voice. "Ah, right, that's you." Apparently Arga approached Anindi. As soon as he arrived in front of Anindi, the man carved a smile without saying a single greeting. "I didn't see wrong. You seem to remember exactly how your posture is?"

Anindi was slightly offended. "What's wrong?" Directly ask without further ado.

Arga saw Anindi's appearance, including seeing a large bouquet of flowers. "You're sending flowers to this building?"

Anindi doesn't want to beat around the bush. "Yes. What's up?" Little pissed. Why meet this man? Even though he tried to avoid. "I'm in a hurry, if Mas there's a need, just say it!"

Arga observed Anindi's face which immediately lowered its head as she approached. "Why are you so hard to approach? We are not strangers."

Anindi's chest went up and down holding back the anger in her chest. Don't explode just because of this creature.

"We should be able to talk casually to each other. No need to stretch this," continued Arga again.

The office security guards noticed the two, it could be a little suspicious. Moreover, the people who came out of the building also did the same thing with the security guard. A little makes Anindi uncomfortable.

"We are strangers, Mom." Anindi just answered.

Arga smiled faintly. "But, not for me!" Arga.

Anindi sighed harshly, raised her head and said, "We've become strangers from that day on, Mas. Are you not aware?"