Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Orchid Flower

Two days passed, Adib waited for the arrival of his sister who promised the completion of the manuscript. However, until noon came, Rendra was completely absent. Adib was used to it, the man didn't even ask much questions anymore. "I have to come to his apartment. Otherwise, he would have forgotten about the deadline."

This afternoon Adib had an appointment with a famous writer in a mall. He chose this author because it has a lot of work that is quite extraordinary. A young woman is talented from a work of writing, but it is a little surprising to know her personal life. However, for Adib it is not something to be questioned.

As planned, Adib went to see the writer. Their appointment place is indeed near a row of shophouses. Where there is a large mall there that is popular as well. Of course, all the residents of this city already know.

Adib was in a black car heading there. The man feels bad if he comes for free, considering the person he will meet is not a stranger. Often interact because he is still his sister's friend. "I have to buy something, but I don't know what she likes." Adib is worried about himself.

During the drive, Adib thought about the fruits of the hand that needed to be brought. Until finally the man found a good idea, usually women like this. "My intention is to respect him as a writer, no other means."

In the end, Adib decided to bring a bouquet of flowers as a sign of gratitude for the time given by the author to meet him. Given this author is highly targeted by several major publishers, including Adib's publishing.

The black-clothed man looked around, looking for a flower shop that was open. The tail of his right eye found one, pretty good. Adib quickly pulled the vehicle towards the row of shops before the mall, about to buy a bouquet of ordinary flowers, as long as it looks polite and attractive.

Adib's black car stopped in front of a flower shop adjoining a pharmacy shop. He came out, looked around. Then, walk ahead. Pushing the glass door of the florist while saying, "Assalamualaikum." The man took two steps. No one answered. However, Adib's eyes are presented by the beauty of well-preserved flowers. "God, it's beautiful." Though Adib is a man, but so enamored with the beauty that lies ahead. The man walked to the right without waiting for the owner to answer his greetings. It seems like this store is empty, meaning that there is no one else here.

Adib is interested in seeing white orchids, very beautiful. Even among the other flowers, this orchid is the most attractive and beautiful. "Sweet and pretty." Adib's right hand touched one of the Orchid leaves, soft and fragrant. "Beautiful." Compliments came out of the man's mouth.

From behind the sound of someone greeting Adib's ears, managed to make the man turn around quickly. Astounded. "Wa'alaikum salam. Sorry, Mom, I was in the back. What flowers are you looking for, Mom?" ask him to Adib.

As soon as Adib's eyes and the figure met, the two of them were shocked at each other. Didn't expect it to be like this. "You!" Pointing towards the figure that turned out to be Anindi.

Anindi was stunned, really unexpected.

"You're the owner of this flower shop?" Adib asked to be sure. Don't get me wrong.

Anindi was surprised. However, the woman tried to immediately realize because it is not good to ignore customers. "Yes, I'm the owner. What flowers do you need?" Anindi stepped forward, approaching Adib.

Adib was silent, turning his gaze in any direction. He said, "I need flowers for a woman, but it's normal. Can you suggest what flowers?"

Anindi stopped just to the right of Adib. Understand the man's request. "For couples?" Ask in order to determine the right flower recommendations.

Anindi fell silent, thinking hard. "Family or the elderly?" Maybe this one is right.

Adib shook his head again, successfully making Anindi confused.

"Then, for whom?" ask Anindi.

"Workers, but it can be said to know long enough," replied Adib.

"Ah, I get it." Anindi can determine which flowers. He moved towards the white orchid and said, "Usually this orchid is also good, but if you want to be a bouquet. It's a little hard, how about tulips or roses?"

Adib thought of Anindi's suggestion. If it is a rose, it feels like it will give it to a loved one. Not only couples, but also can be in the family or parents, or even relatives. However, the person he will meet does not have a kinship relationship, just simply know because of the relationship of his sister's friends. "I think if it's a rose, it's too symbolic of love." Adib. "But, even if it's an orchid, it's too sacred and sweet. Better just tulips." In the end, the decision fell on tulips.

"good. Is the bouquet big or small?" Anindi is ready to make as you wish.

"Little, I only respect her as a female writer" Adib replied.

Anindi's stunned. Author, he suddenly remembered the figure of Rendra. The man was once in the building believed to belong to Adib, was Rendra also a writer or perhaps working for Adib? Ah, don't be too curious. That's not Anindi's realm either.

"I respect all women, actually. Not just the people I interact with." Somehow Adib wanted to explain this to Anindi, but Anindi was not the one who should get an explanation. They have no ties.

"It should be so. Both men and women should be equally respectful. Because, in fact, we are the same people created by God," said Anindi while taking tulips in the right corner. Stay away from Adib.

Adib noticed Anindi's back, the woman had her own attraction to a woman. In fact, the woman can take good care of herself when talking to the opposite sex. "Oh, yeah, a few days ago, I saw you coming out of my company building again. Did you send flowers there?"

Anindi. His right hand stopped picking up tulips, his chest pounding. Afraid Adib also witnessed the debate with Arga or worse hear the sentence Rendra who admitted him as a prospective wife. This can be dangerous, many victims will misunderstand again. Though he was very embarrassed by the behavior of Rendra, but what power. That man can't be stopped.

"I don't know what happened before, but I saw your face bent like you were thinking about a big problem" continued Adib who began to feel not too awkward to Anindi, they only met in passing.

"really. I did come to send flowers there." Anindi confirmed Rendra's question. The woman was silent for a moment, then said again, "In addition, did you hear anything?" Anindi ventured to ask for her heart to calm down as well.