Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Back To the Store

Anindi. Quite a question of privacy for a new class of people. 

"Why silence? Was my question wrong?" The man smiled again. Observing the appearance of Anindi who was wearing clothes so covered. 

"I don't think that's something to be answered. Too much privacy." Anindi does not like to be asked personal questions. "Thank you for your help, but I'll make sure you forget about it." Anindi turned around, about to go back inside.

"There are times when lies are better than honesty. You know that time?" ask the man who stopped Anindi. 

"You mean?" Anindi does not understand.

With his eyes still focused on Anindi, the man replied. "That is to say, the lie here is better than honest. Indeed, actually can't. But, in one urgent circumstance, we can choose this option. You understand for sure?" 

Anindi was silent for a moment, her brain connecting with the incident of the mother. "Don't tell me you like acting?" Anindi will not be out of thought if the man's answer is the same as her guess. 

The man took one step forward with no intention of turning back. "It looks interesting." Showing smile.

Anindi jerks. "I'm sorry, you better find someone else as your partner. I'm not a good person for acting."

"Well, really?" The man clapped his hands twice. "But, I rated it earlier, your acting was amazingly great. The proof is, you're not nervous at all."

Anindi gave a rough sigh. "I did it because I had to, you know why?"

"Then, after your mother rests. Are you going to say everything? I guess, it's impossible." The man glanced at Anindi's back, continuing to push the woman to the very corner of the corner. "If you need me, you can go to the next room. I'm right there." The man quickly left Anindi. I don't know what's on his mind, but he feels good to have a real role.

Anindi no longer heard anything after that, she immediately entered the mother's room. Forgetting what happened a few minutes ago.

***

Ms. Lia was already conscious, but Anindi was a little worried. Moreover, the Doctor continued to press him so as not to force the Mother to remember many things. That is, it could be that his mother still remembers himself still married.

After the Doctor's room, Anindi first performed Magrib prayers in the mosque. Madam Mila has come, can be titipi for a moment. He would go to the store for a while, about to arrange the order flowers that came in this morning. If not, good enough. Maybe the cost of the hospital is covered by insurance, but for daily needs still have to fight alone.

Anindi drove the two-wheeler at medium speed to the main gate of the hospital, got out, and joined the other vehicle. The order of these two bouquets of flowers should be completed immediately before three in the afternoon. Therefore, Anindi focuses on making orders without the need to open a store.

Not long after, Anindi arrived at the shophouse area. The owner of the pharmacy next to Anindi's flower shop immediately approached. "Son, how's your mother?" tanyanya was so anxious.

Anindi parked the bike first, got off and opened the helmet. Not forgetting a little smile. "Asshrink, Bude. Thank God, I'm conscious."

Bude Ratna– owner of pharmacy– who has been considered like a mother by Anindi also gave thanks several times.

"Maybe it's still a long time in the hospital, Bude. Fortunately there was Aunt Mila there, so someone helped replace it when I had an order," Anindi explained.

The middle-aged woman with the black hijab hugged Anindi. "You're a good boy, son. In the Lord, there must be many good people who will help you. Bude prayed that your mother would recover soon and go home. Bude, miss eating together."

Anindi held back the crying, actually. There was a feeling that was hard to express, but quite stifling in the chest. As much as possible to stay strong. "Yes, Bude. Aamiin's."

Bude Ratna let go of the hug. "Yes, Bude, go in first, yeah."

Anindi nodded slowly, letting go of Bude Ratna's departure to the store. Meanwhile, he opened a shop, but did not put an "Open" sign on the board. The goal is to have no buyers.

Anindi rushed to make a bouquet of flowers, this time the flowers were ordered by one of the customers who had just married a week ago. This can be said to be a form of love from the Husband for his wife. Pretty romantic too.

Anindi worked carefully, paying attention to every detail of the order so that there were no complaints like first opening the store first. The girl sat on a chair with a table full of red and white roses. Some tools to make a bouquet, there are.

"I have to work hard again." Anindi gave a rough sigh. There may be worry, but making a living is important. With a heart filled with patience, he kept trying as much as possible.

In between the silence in the room, suddenly there was the sound of a glass door opening. Anindi turned her head, who came? He was given a sign "Close". Both of his eyes opened wide when he saw a tall figure with a black hodie and light blue jeans.

"You are the owner." The voice is not foreign.