Me, You, And the Journey of Life

The Same Flowers

"This store is yours. I just found out." The young man observed some flowers at Anindi's shop.

Anindi stood behind him, watching the man who had already made a furore a few minutes ago. "Why did you tell everyone that I was your wife? They misunderstood." Until this moment, Anindi did not know what the name of the man was.

"I'm just glad I fucked you." The man lightly said that. He turned around, looking fixedly at Anindi who was now bowing her head. "We've met a few times, haven't we?" 

Anindi nodded. "In mushola, my mother's room is the same here."

"true." His right index pointed at Anindi. "It seems we haven't met."

"For what? We won't see much either." Anindi refused. Seeing the attitude of his interlocutor like this alone, already irritated. What else to get acquainted with.

The man laughed a little. "There is a saying that if you do not know, then no dear. How would I love to, if I don't know." Anindi suddenly raised her head, good fishing. "I'm Rendra." The man reached out his right hand, about to shake hands. 

Anindi kept silent, she lowered her head again and simply said, "Not hold hands, we are not mahram. I'm Anindi, is that enough?" 

Rendra was silent for a moment, observing Anindi and pulling back his right hand. "Ok, no problem." The tail of Rendra's right eye finds white orchids and beautiful red roses tempting. "I accidentally walked over here and saw a flower shop. The writing was closed, but the man came out. Maybe he's a special customer until the store closes, he can come in."

Anindi's eyes were perfectly rounded. Rendra is smart to talk, even though his appearance is so messy. Just look now, the man was wearing a collared shirt, but the oblong arm with jeans that were always there was torn on the knee. What kind of style is this guy following?

"I think, anyway, so. Maybe that guy was your girlfriend. Yeah, no problem either. But, if it's your girlfriend. Why don't you introduce me to your mother?" Rendra kept wondering in her heart.

Anindi gave a rough sigh. Among Rendra's questions, this was the most annoying. The man in front of him was always curious about his personal life. In fact, he himself does not care about the love life of others. "I have no obligation to explain to you who that man was. He had come to buy flowers. That's all!" Anindi was firm, though not in a state of staring at Rendra.

Rendra continued to walk to the right, looking at every beauty presented by a bunch of beautiful flowers. There are various types of flowers in this store, fragrant as well as fragrant. It felt like everything was taken and touched, because they were too beautiful. "I want a bouquet of the same flowers as the man." The decision that somehow just popped out of Rendra's brain. "Same exactly, obligatory!"

Anindi was surprised not to play. Raising his head again, looking at Rendra's back which looks very field and may also be strong. "Why do you want the same flowers?" I don't know why that question came up.

Rendra turned around, finding Anindi looking down again. "Like me!" With a little cynical answer. Step one time forward. "The buyer is king, right? So, was my request wrong."

Anindi. 

Anindi sighed harshly again. Apparently Rendra has a very difficult nature to retreat, even though they have just met. I want to protest to God about his meeting with Rendra. But that's not his right. Whatever He has determined is the best. "I did make the customer's order, but I don't think you want that bouquet because of your wishes. Don't tell me because of that trivial matter, are you upset?" 

Rendra gave a small laugh, successfully making Anindi even more upset. The crazy man who seemed to be younger than Anindi.

"Why laugh?" Anindi was hard to resist the irritation. It's just, it's impossible to look Rendra in the eye. "Try asking your heart. The person ordered a bouquet of flowers because of personal interests or want to give it to loved ones. It's too painful for the flowers to be strung together just because they want to give you a sense of satisfaction over your frustration." Anindi started to dare to argue. There's no harm either.

Rendra was silent for a while, then clapped her hands twice. "Well, it turns out you have the guts to express the heart. You were supposed to show it in front of your mother yesterday and tell her I'm not your husband."

Anindi's tired. Rendra discussed it continuously, he had explained in such detail. "Can you understand the situation?" 

Rendra frowned. "Because of the doctor's advice?" He remembered the conversation with Anindi. "But you're lying to your mother right now. Is that even allowed?" 

"It's true." Anindi admitted her mistake. Vote for silence when Rendra is claimed as her husband by the Mother. But the woman had no other choice. "The lie is not good. I admit it too, but it's a different situation. Mom's still in an unstable state, and I have to keep it that way until I can really remember her well."

"If your mother still can't remember it for long, will you still be like this?" Rendra continued to corner Anindi. I want to see Anindi's next reaction. "It seems like this drama is still very long. Wow, that's interesting."

Anindi moved to the right side, precisely near the table. "I don't have much time, do you want a bouquet or not?" Not wanting to continue a bad debate. "If not, better get out of here. I'm busy."

Rendra's two eyeballs followed wherever Anindi went, then said, "Are my words less clear?" 

Anindi, who was about to take the scissors, fell silent. Whenever asked, Rendra asked a question back. This is what upset Anindi. "You want the same bouquet, right? Wait a minute, I'll make it." Anindi rushed back to the left, precisely in front of the roses that were beside Rendra. The distance with the man was only about a meter, and Anindi turned her back to Rendra. "Are there any words on the note?" Take any red roses you need later. "Say, I'll write it down."

Rendra observed Anindi's back, always covered once in this girl's clothes. Sweet too. "There's."

"For whom? If there's a name." Five red roses were in her hands. Stay strung together. 

"Annelli." Rendra smiled a small smile. "What a beautiful name, right? At least I think." 

Anindi's stunned. What does this guy mean. However, Anindi's name was many. And, of course, not just him.