Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Rose Flower

"Mas Arga!" Anindi stood up. I can't believe what I saw. The figure that had long disappeared, was back in plain sight. 

The man moved increasingly into the shop area. Looking around the colorful flowers that looked beautifully viewed. So sweet. "You're selling flowers now?" The man's right hand touched the red rose that was still there. 

Anindi stayed in place. It felt difficult to get words out of the mouth, but it was also impossible to let the interlocutor wait. "Yes, Mum." As hard as the heart of the woman tried to calm down. "Sorry, the store is closing. You can come next time if you want to buy." 

Even though in front of it is already plastered for real if the store is not open. However, calmly the man just walked in.

Arga's position turned his back on Anindi, looking at every detail of the roses and other flowers. "When the flowers are beautiful, but unfortunately the seller refuses to accept the buyer." Arga sneers subtly.

Anindi was still struggling with her own thoughts. Strengthen both legs to stay in position and give more strength. "Not resist, Mom. But, I'm in a hurry. It's just two orders." Still with a smooth voice, Anindi tried to keep control. Don't let this talk pull him into the emotional abyss.

"Ah, like that, yeah." Arga still looked at the red roses. "The roses are beautiful, I actually want to buy ten roses for someone today."

Anindi's heart is beating. Cold sweat is felt on both palms. It's harder to breathe now. 

Arga continued to browse every rose, his hands touching the purity of the rose as if he wanted to feel the touch on the leaves and flowers. The fragrant fragrant rose produced was smelled in the nose, soothing. "Can I?" 

Anindi was silent. His mouth was not able to speak anymore. "Please wait a minute. I made it." In the end, the woman chose to accept. 

Arga smiled obliquely. Turn around and catch two eyeballs Anindi who immediately lowered her head as fast as lightning. "Please, put a note in the note that this flower was sent by a loved one." Arga deliberately put emphasis on the current sentence.

Anindi just smiled a little. "Good, Mas. I'll prepare for a minute." With heavy steps, Anindi approached Arga. That's where the beautiful red rose is.

Arga observed around, Anindi's shop was neither small nor large. Quite comfortable with natural decorations combined with various kinds of flowers sold. This woman did like the fragrant flowers, it did not come off until this moment.

Arga stepped forward once. His eyes were attracted to the purple-colored orchid flowers, beautiful. Besides being sweet and beautiful to look at, the flower is the same as the rose. Has its own charm. "How much do these orchids cost?" His hand touched the flower.

Anindi who was taking ten roses was silent for a moment.

"I want one, please wrap it up," Arga continued quickly.

"Prices vary. Depends which one you want." Anindi had already gotten ten fresh roses ready for the chain. This red color will be very beautiful if it has been put together with given an additional variety of decorations. "Please choose which orchid flower first. I'll prepare later." Anindi just wants to shorten her time with Arga, that's all.

Arga noticed the purple flowers mixed with white, beautiful. His memories are drawn to the past, but try to stay calm. "I don't know if he's gonna like this orchid or not. Because, who now prefers roses."

Arga nodded slowly, glancing at Anindi's back. "Ah, so, yes. This orchid reminds me more of something, but it doesn't seem like it. I'd better not buy."

Anindi's breathing was heavy. However, both of his hands were still moving to as soon as possible finish this work. I never thought there would come a day like this.

While waiting, Arga apparently played the phone in the chair provided there. Intentionally Anindi provides two seats for buyers to be more comfortable. In fact, Anindi also provides WiFi as a form of comfort served by her store. Sometimes, the making of a large bouquet of flowers took a long time, while Anindi herself worked on her own. Therefore, he chose to make comfort in his shop.

Arga stole a glance towards Anindi who was still struggling by herself. He noticed the look on the woman's face that seemed to be pale. Could it be that he is sick? 

Anindi herself kept trying to work on Arga's order quickly so that the time with the man was reduced. The atmosphere around it becomes very hot and breathing difficult.

"It looks like you're paler now." Arga is the type of person who has a high curiosity. Obviously this has two sides, between good and bad as well. "You're working too hard too it seems. Your eye bags are clearly visible. Don't stay up too much."

Anindi immediately stomped both hands onto the table. In fact, a bouquet of flowers that almost so it was also kept as well. "Sorry, Mas, we are here transacting as sellers and buyers. Better just focus on it!" Anindi's patience went beyond the limit anyway. His emotions came out, but he was trying to survive.

Arga glanced at Anindi. "You're more stubborn."

"Because I'm positioning myself according to circumstances, not stubborn!" Anindi again protested.

Arga was finally silent. Anindi also finished a bouquet of flowers. Take notes and write words at Arga's request. 

Bouquet completed. Anindi rushed up to Arga, handed him the thing and said, "Everything is one hundred and fifty thousand, Mas."

Arga stood up, raised his head. Take the pretty bouquet and say, "This red rose is getting pretty, she's gonna love it."

Anindi turned her eyes in any direction. No matter what. "Sorry, I have to work again. Can you pay it straight away?"

"Ok, just a minute." Arga reached into the back pocket, took the wallet and took out three pieces of fifty thousand rupiah and handed them to Anindi. "I hope, he'll like it because this bouquet is made directly by people who love flowers."

Anindi's chest is up and down. Immediately take over the money sheet. "Hopefully."

Arga rushed away from there leaving Anindi still speechless. There was no greeting the man said. Not long, about a minute. The sound of goods falling and accompanied by the scream of someone. "Wooy!" listen Anindi. Quickly the girl ran out, ascertaining what was happening in front. There was an accident. Not to worry about Arga, but rather to know. 

"If you wear your eyes!" A loud voice greeted Anindi's ears who from childhood did not like the hardness.