MY CANDIDATE IS A MAFIA
Angel good
Typo warning spread!
The sun again showed a smile to the world. Her rays give life to a beautiful flower that is neatly lined up on the front shelf of a store with carved wooden boards hanging over it that say "florist's sica".
Hustle and bustle of Jakarta is still felt this morning, vehicles continue to pass tirelessly, occasionally stop obeying the pole on the corner of the road with red, green and yellow eyes.
Sidewalks for pedestrians in front of the flower shop were no less crowded, routine work, school and so filled his peace this morning.
A smiling girl looked at the flowers of different types. There are lilies, orchids, roses and so on.
And yes, white roses or better known white roses are her favorite. To her the white rose symbolizes purity and sincerity. Every time he saw the flower, coolness encompassed his feelings. Now, for a moment he forgot the incident that had made his mind shaken.
"mir, please help me neatly in the flowers that you want to share later dong.", cika called amira who was standing in front of the entrance of the store made of glass. Amira who felt herself called turned to the store and approached her best friend.
He looked at four medium-sized baskets in front of him. Each basket contains 30 bouquets of flowers. A bouquet of mini flannels wrapped in two red rose stalks, then there is a post-it slip attached to each bouquet with the inscription "hope your day is fun" and under it is marked from the florist's sica.
"Where are you going to share it, Miss?"
"To passers-by, whether it's in front of the store or the person who stops at the red light there. You know it's the first day the flower shop opens." she sighed and smiled broadly with her rows of white teeth.
"And all for the promotion anyway, haha.", Cika half whispered to amira then laughed loudly. Amira shook her head slowly, she was used to the words of her best friend.
"Thank you, miss, it's my first day working here as your florist's cashier" Amira smiled at the cika, her hands shrewdly stick the remaining post-it on the bouquet of flowers.
"But, my shop opens if we don't have classes or holidays, don't you think?"
"No papa, as long as my salary is not you lackin!", Amira glared her eyes at cika with a tone of threat, cika lowered her head, did not dare to interrupt, she felt he was bullied just like that. The silence changed the atmosphere, lapse of some time, the laughter of two women broke out in the room.
"Haha's stepdaughter drama," cika and amira laughed together, the successful little drama tickled their bellies.
"Huft, yaudah mir, I want to naroh this basket in front of the store first yes." Cika finally stood up while lifting a basket containing a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
"I help you, Miss."
"okay.", Cika nodded.
he went out first to put the basket full of flowers on the front page of his store. He slightly shifted the glass door with his legs, his body he leaned to the right side to help him put the basket but arrived from the back of the male voice with a slight cry of surprise.
"Asslamualaikum madam!"
"Eh, uh waalaikumsalam.", Cika jolted she answered the greetings as well with a slight shout however, Cika yelled,
Brakes
"oh!", Cika grimaced loudly while holding her toes. The pain began to spread, because the basket he was holding accidentally he dropped right on his feet that only wear rope slippers. A bouquet of flowers in the basket was scattered.
Cika took a deep breath, trying to regulate her hunting breath.she closed her eyes briefly withstanding the vexation, then she immediately turned her back to look at the figure of the cursed man.
"LOE IS CRAZY! IF NGAGETIN WANTED TO SAY DONG!!", he shouted right in front of the man's face. The man just kept quiet. His appearance was very neat, he wore a white shirt and jeans wrapped his athletic body make anyone who saw him will pangling instantly.
"The crazy person who asked for permission first made ngagetin.", replied the man casually staring at the face that had been flushed with anger.
"WHATEVER LOE! Anyway you have to be responsible for making neat in my flowers that have been careless to and fro!", press cika. Okay, from now on we'll use the word loe-gue when we talk to this damned man.
"How could I not?", this man raised one eyebrow.
"Then ready ready the raw bogeman landed on loe's face!", cika clenched her right hand in the air right in front of the man's face.
Really, from the first time I met, the man in front of her always made her ride apitam. somehow by looking at her face cika felt like grabbing her. Yes, yes, although he must admit the man in front of him is handsome.
The man smiled a little when he saw the face of the woman who blushed because of her ignorance. Not wanting to make the cika ignited emotions any longer, he immediately grabbed a few bouquets of flowers behind the scattered cika for input and tidied back to the basket ready to wait.
"God, it's neat again."
Cika widened her eyes in shock, she could not believe that the man in front of her was very fast and dexterous. However, as soon as he had this attitude, there was no way that he would look at this annoying man in front of him with a look of admiration.
"Sir karsa?" amira suddenly, she stood in the doorway carrying a basket of flowers staring at the astonished two people in front of her.
"What's wrong?" ask amira.
"Ask the prince of worms!" ketus cika while staring at the karsa in front of him, right? There is no way he said something without basis, Karsa is indeed like a worm for cika, which makes her amused and wants to behead her dig her body at any time.
While Karsa, he could not bear to see the laughter that had moved into the store with passionate emotions. He realized despite being given the nickname of the prince of worms but at least the word "prince" is still embedded in him.
"Sir karsa what's the business here?" ask amira again.
"Alhamdulillah, thank you once again mr. karsa.", amira smiled featuring dim dimples of her cheeks make karsa it was not like to turn to look at her beautiful face.
"Other Muslims should help each other, mir.", reply karsa which only amira.
A few minutes later, Cika came back with the rest of the flower basket. He had no intention of looking at the man he called the "prince of worms". He looked at the clock in his hand, already showing it at eleven o'clock in the afternoon. It's time to distribute the flowers before the sun rises. He called to Amira who was talking to Karsa. Amira approached him and brought a bouquet of flowers and then moved across the street near a red light.
After amira's departure. Cika noticed the motion of the karsa that was standing beside her. It was obvious that he was only focusing on looking at Amira. Huh, cika really careless to see it.
"You like the shaima, you have to help him. Nih!", cika handed her a few bouquets of flowers. Karsa glanced briefly at Cika, he could feel the atmosphere of annoyance from this short-haired lady by the boat.
"Okay, but all this for the sake of amira ya.", he said making cika look at him lazily.
How can he say for the sake of shaima, but sharing it must be with sincere intention. Cika thinks he is indeed a damned man who is trapped in the earth, sucks.
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Amira was busy walking between the vehicles that stopped at the red light.delivering a bouquet of roses and always getting a sincere smile from the recipient. Her beautiful face always gives a beautiful impression. Not infrequently if some recipients throw praise sentences such as,
"thank you pretty girl"
"thank you pretty kaka"
"The flowers are beautiful, like the people"
Yeah, more or less like that. He just returned it with a smile. The bouquet of flowers in her hand was over. He returned to the sidewalk, waiting for the lights for the pedestrian to light up so he could return to the store, perhaps to hand out some more flowers.
"sister, would you like to buy some flowers from me?" the little girl next to him held a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"the last flower, sister" he continued, revealing his cute face.
amira smiled "what was her name?" he said then pinched the child's chubby cheek.
"aisya sis," he smiled.
"what's she selling?"
"it's up to you to buy at what price,"
"so this can?" amira thrusting
two hundred thousand dollars.
"could be brother," he quickly took the money given amira. His smile faded, For a moment he thought that the money given was not balanced with the small flowers he sold.
"sister," this little girl who was talking about the amira money earlier. "this is mostly," he said
"no papa, take it for you," shaima lightly ruffled her hair shoots to make her anxious.
The little girl looked at Amira with sparkling eyes. "if you give this flower to someone again, hopefully she can be a good angel for you,".
"why that?" amira bent her body a little.
"yes, you see, this flower is the last flower that brings aisya meet with a rich good angel kaka," amira laughed at the plain words of this six-year-old boy.
"yes, hopefully," Amira poked once more on the little boy's cheek, before he left amira after saying a word of thanks. Really adorable she thought.
Amira was about to cross when the pelican crosing had been beaten. But it was blocked by the black car perched in front of him. What what an! His car passed the zebra cross path, amira rolled her eyes lazy to see an unruly rider like this.
Someone's hand came out of the passenger window of the black car, he was seen asking Amira for something.
As if he understood what he wanted, Shaima immediately nelirik flowers in his hold the results of buying from a small child earlier. He gave it to the outstretched hand. Although a little bit of unwillingness when removing the flower, the article is the white rose of his favorite let alone wrapped by a bouquet of flannel pink color.
After receiving the flowers, the car's window opened showing the figure of a man with black eyes. His hair was a little fluttering when attacked by the incoming wind.
Amira widened her eyes in shock. His jaw slightly hardened when he saw that face.
Amira had not yet spoken, the car passed by leaving her quickly. He regretted giving his flowers to the man who killed his uncle mercilessly.
"She's not a good angel" amira laughed discordantly, her fixed eyes still poking at the black car.
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