My Choice of Woman

Episode 45's

Ray and his secretary were already in the city's famous flower shop. Ray tells his secretary to choose a flower that is suitable for a simple woman. The female secretary was trying to find the flower that was meant by Ray.

The secretary saw all kinds of flowers. But he took a pot containing the soil and asked for a flower seed.

“This is the best gift Sir,” said the secretary.

Ray frowned not understanding, why his secretary chose a flower pot and soil.

Why should I choose this?

The secretary smiled, as if she had fond memories of the pot and the land.

“If she is a simple girl, she will receive whatever her gifts include this.” the secretary points to the pot. “Why do I suggest this, because in this pot there are flower seeds. And the flower appeared at the right time. If he wanted to see the flower, then he would have to take care of this seedling in order to grow. Subconsciously, Mr. Ray's lover will be curious about what flowers grow.”

Ray tried to understand what his secretary was saying. Every now and then his eyes looked at the pot that contained the soil. Weighing whether this gift is suitable for Farah. Considering Farah prefers to receive chocolate sandwich instead of expensive fancy necklace.

“If women mostly prefer a bunch of flowers that have bloomed without the need to know how to care for it, just like love sir, sincere love needs to be cared for until happiness blooms,” continued the secretary.

Ray finally understood what his secretary meant. He bought pots, soil and seeds.

***

Farah felt that today was very quiet even though she was in the crowd. His body moved but his heart was silent, tight. He still thinks about the Inspiration.

“Mas how are you? You left but there was no news of you. I hope you're okay, may Ilham come home tonight. O Allah, protect the Inspiration wherever it is. Aamiin,” Farah muttered as she looked at the dense clouds from behind the fourth-floor window.

One drop of rain falls to the ground followed by thousands of drops. Wet gray skies enveloped this city. Farah was just watching the rain fall. His longing feelings were represented by cries from the sky.

I miss you.

***

At 20:45, Ray was at a stop near Ilham's shop. He brought a pot containing soil and flower seeds. He was waiting for Farah. Ray put his thick jacket together. The cold got to the bones. The rainy season makes the streets wet and brings cold.

Ray was still patiently waiting for Farah to come home, occasionally looking at the tavern to see if Farah had already walked towards this stop.

Drizzle still graced the night in this city. Ray had bought a small umbrella that he kept inside his jacket. He thought this umbrella would be useful later.

The driver of Ray who saw his young master cold alone at the stop decided to buy three cups of coffee for himself and two cups for Ray. Not far from this place is a coffee shop.

After buying coffee, the driver gave Ray two cups.

“Master, drink this to warm up,” said the driver.

“Two cups?” ask Ray.

“The other one is for lover Sir,”

Eventually Ray's driver drove his car a little further from the stop. He hopes the girl Ray likes can be longer at the stop.

***

Farah looked at the clock on the wall, it was nine o'clock in the evening. He wants to go home hoping that Inspiration is at home. He rushed to the stop.

Farah didn't wear an umbrella, she ran small to avoid drizzling. But his clothes still get hit by rain.

“Hay, good night,” greet Ray.

Farah found out that Ray was at the stop. However he does not greet Ray, whom he wants only to get on the bus immediately and go home.

“Farah, sit here, don't stand alone,” take Ray.

Farah did not answer, she sat down at the stop. The distance between Farah and Ray is only one seat apart.

Ray felt anxious, he wanted to shift his seat to get closer to Farah. But he abandoned his intention. He only gave a cup of coffee that is still intact.

“Drink, to keep your body warm.” Ray offered a cup of coffee.

“Thank you.” Farah took the coffee and drank it.

Ray smiled seeing Farah accept his gift. He likes to see Farah drink coffee from him. He finally brought a flower pot that he had been hiding.

“This is for you,” said Ray.

Farah looked at the flower pot that Ray had given her. He only saw that the pot contained the soil. Farah looked at Ray as if asking for an explanation.

What is this, it looks like a plant then where is the plant?

“This is not an ordinary pot, in the ground there are already seedlings. If you want to know what plant this is, take care,” explained Ray.

Farah rounded her eyes, she was happy to get new flower seeds. He unconsciously smiled holding the pot.

Ray notices Farah holding the flower pot of his gift. Ray likes his smile.

Please do not fade that smile again from the owner.

“I'll take care of him Ray, thank you.” Farah smiled, she who liked the pattern printed on the pot.

Once again Ray felt happy because he could make Farah smile. She felt that Farah was indeed a different woman, she did not want anything fancy, just a simple thing like this.

The 2A corridor bus stopped at the stop where Farah and Ray were waiting. Farah took the flowerpot and got into the bus. Ray's on the ride too. Farah sat by the bus door, Ray sitting opposite Farah.

He was a little annoyed why this bus came, he hoped that this bus would come late so that he would see Farah longer. The bus finally went. Only Ray and Farah are passengers on the bus.

Halfway through the bus suddenly stopped. Make a snap in its side. Farah hugged the pot tightly so as not to fall. After being checked by the bus driver and flight attendant, it turns out that the bus tire erupted and this bus does not have a spare tire. They can not drive the bus with 3 wheels, it will be very risky if forcing the bus to run. This bus may be damaged. The bus driver and flight attendant apologized to all bus passengers. They suggest waiting for another bus at the next stop which is about 100 meters from this location.

Farah wrapped the flowerpot in a plastic bag that she often carried in her bag. He will choose to walk, the distance is not far about 1.5 km to reach his home. Farah got off the bus. Ray also followed Farah.

Farah walked on the sidewalk with the lighting light from the street lamp. The cold night plus the drizzle made Farah speed up her footsteps. He felt Ray was still following him. Farah wanted to protest, she suddenly stopped her steps.

Ray was shocked when Farah suddenly stopped. “If the road does not stop suddenly, I may later hit you.”

“Why are you following me? Can't you wait at that front stop?” asked Farah who was a little upset that Ray was following her.

“I just run my job, which is to make sure you are safe until home,” replied Ray smiling.

Farah walked back. He is tired of having to drive Ray away all the time, but Ray follows him, even waiting when Farah leaves and waiting when Farah returns. And that's been done for a few days.

At first Farah was afraid to meet with Ray, but this time Farah felt like Ray now was not the Ray he used to be. Ray who used to like to exchange anything for money, now turns into Ray who is a little simpler.