MY SUNFLOWER

Sudden Kiss

...🌻Happy Reading🌻...

Rafa arrives at a modern-style mansion. The house is the residence of his mother's best friend named Hesti, who is none other than Vania's mother.

"Let's get off!" take Ingrid to the son.

"Mother alone, I'm lazy if I have to meet the woman that my mother betrothed me," rejected Rafa with a lazy face.

"Mom knows you don't like Vania, you like Stela, right?" ingrid Goda.

Rafa did not reply, but from her blushing face, the mother could guess the answer.

"Mother will discuss the matter with Aunt Hesti. I'll call off the match if you're going to go down with me" Ingrid persuaded.

"really?" rafa's eyes sparkled brightly.

"Did you ever lie?"

"All right, come on Mom!"

... ....

Rafa and his mother were already sitting in the living room of the Hermawan residence. Ingrid continued to tell stories with Hesti, who talked only about women's activities in general and it made Rafa bored.

"So soon, I'll call Vania. It just so happened that today she was at home." Nesti could see that her friend's son was uncomfortable from hearing the chatter of two old women like them, so the woman who had given birth to Vania took the initiative to call her daughter as a friend to tell her best friend's son.

Vania with her sour face came out of the room and walked side by side with the mother. It only wears a white tanktop lined with purple cardigans and also hotpans. In his right hand he held a magazine. Looking at Vania's appearance, Rafa could only shake his head, how a woman who came from a respectable family could come out welcoming guests in such clothes, was truly undignified.

"Vania, accompany Rafa to a chat?" tell Hesti. The face of the Hermawan mistress seemed to grimace at the humiliating manner of her daughter. He even asked Vania to change into a more polite dress but her son refused. He'll just use a cardigan or not come out at all.

"You go first with Vania, yes, mother will talk about the annulment of the match with Aunt Hesti" whispered Ingrid in the ear of the son. Seeing the woman who would be his prospective daughter-in-law made Ingrid only able to stroke the chest. It's heartless if the flower has to get a wife like Vania. The two of them were very opposite and did not match at all if juxtaposed.

"Faster is better." Rafa whispered back to her mother. Then he got up and invited Vania to sit in the backyard.

"Pardon my daughter, Ingrid, yes" said Nesti.

"No problem" said Ingrid.

.......

"Can't you be a little more polite if a guest comes to your house?" Rafa immediately threw his protest at Vania. Since he had already restrained his frustration, how not, Vania did not appreciate them at all as guests, Rafa did not matter if it was not appreciated by the two-faced woman, she said, but he is heartbroken if his mother is the one who is not appreciated. Vania should have greeted her or just greeted her mother who was actually older than her, but what, the woman who works as a model that only displays a sour and unfriendly face. Is this the woman who will be his companion? In a dream, Rafa doesn't want to.

"No, if the guest is an unexpected guest like you," the woman replied.

Rafa was overwhelmed by the insolent speech of Vania, indeed he had never met a woman who had no such adab.

"You come from a respectable family, upholding dignity and dignity, but you have desecrated all of that. It's a shame" Rafa said with emphasis on every word.

Vania who was busy reading the magazine immediately stopped, she raised her face and looked up at Rafa. "Whatever I am, it has absolutely nothing to do with you. So don't you ever interfere in my affairs again!" the woman's hiss was full of emotion.

Rafa laughed heartily. "Model that became a role model for many young people today. Look at! How not to be an asshole, not at all worthy of being a public figure!"

BRAKKKK

Vania threw the magazine in her hand at Rafa, fortunately the man quickly dodged so he was not hit by a throw.

"You think you're a good guy, huh? You're just a boring man, a man who doesn't know fashion and an old-fashioned man who's still locked up with obnoxious customs and traditions. So I emphasized once again, never underestimate myself because you yourself are nothing," with emotion Vania replied to Rafa, not forgetting that her index finger was also pointing right at the man's face, like a while ago.

Rafa looks relaxed facing the anger of Vania, even after the woman left him, Rafa immediately gushed his laughter.

"An old-fashioned, boring guy, doesn't know fashion? Ck... You just don't know who I am Vania Hermawan yet," muttered Rafa with a slanted smile.

.......

It's been over ten minutes Rafa's just a lonely friend. Usually if you are alone like this he prefers to smoke cigarettes, but unfortunately, the cigarette is left in the car and he is lazy to take it.

"Haah." the man sighed while leaning his body on the pole behind him. Suddenly his eyes caught a magazine that had been thrown by Vania. He looked at the magazine and saw it.

"Ck.." Just look at the cover Rafa is lazy. How not, a photo of a pair of humans wearing wedding clothes plastered there, with female and male models that made him sick.

"Tristan Gautama" he hissed.

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The evening is a time to relax for Stela. After replying to a message from Rafa, the girl came out of the room to pick up some snacks in the kitchen.

"What are you doing, brother?" stela asked when she saw Tristan in the kitchen.

"Hot chocolate, you want it?" haggle that guy.

"You want, but later let me make it myself," said Stela who has put a few packets of snacks in hand.

"Let me, guys."

"Thank you" said the girl and walked into the living room.

There the girl sat watching TV while enjoying a snack, it was like the host but no problem, Tristan looks ordinary. They are like friends who live in one house, mutual friends of course. Tristan gives her a place to stay and Stela helps take care of the house as well as the man's stomach.

"It!" Tristan came in with two glasses of hot chocolate whose smoke was still billowing. He put the glass on the table and sat down next to Stela.

"Thank you" Stela said again. He feels a little bad.

"No prob."

They both watched TV broadcasts together.

While seriously watching the news, a bell rang out.

"Who's been visiting these nights?" grumbled Tristan because he felt his leisure time was disturbed.

He saw the intercom, there was the face of the friend seen there.

Cklekk

After the door opened, Jovanka walked in. But before that, he had crammed a magazine on Tristan.

"Steel...." Jovanka screamed in excitement when she saw the woman she had considered her sister was sitting relaxing in the living room.

"Hi brother, are you a datanf?" sapa Stela's.

"Hot chocolate" Stela replied.

"I asked ya." Jovanka immediately took the glass and gulped down the contents. "Hm." said the woman after the hot chocolate was tasted on her tongue.

Tristan who was sitting back in the original place could only stare confusedly at the friend, it seemed like his mood was good this time.

"Sister Jo looks happy, what's wrong?" Jovanka who usually comes to complain with tears, now looks very cheerful with a smile that never fades.

"Is that visible from my face?" tanyanya while cupping both cheeks.

Stela nodded. "If I may know, what has happened until you look so happy?"

Jovanka smiled broadly. "I'm better with Gara."

Tristan who already knew it chose to ignore it. He was more interested in the latest issue of the magazine that was brought by his manager.

"Thank God then." Stela was happy. He was just a little surprised, yesterday-yesterday Jovanka so hot on vilifying her lover. Said to be a jerk, a used item, but why would you still want to be with someone like that.

"You know, we met and talked about the continuation of this relationship. I said that I would give him a chance, he was very happy. Know it? He brought me a bouquet of red roses, he's never been like before" she explained excitedly.

"What was it before that brother's lover never gave flowers?"

"Eh, never did. I just don't really like the flowers. But this time, I really like it. The red roses she brought were so beautiful and fragrant."

"Yes. The rose is very famous for the flower that symbolizes love, especially the red one."

"Oh yeah, I took a photo with Gara with the flower." Jovanka grabbed her phone from her bag. Tinkering with the square screen and then showing the photo referred to on the Stela. "See this!"

Stela glares at the portrait of Jovanka's lover. "So he's your lover, brother?" stela asked unexpectedly.

"Eh. i-iya, you know me?"

"So she bought flowers at the store where I worked. And that flower, I made it," Stela told me.

"Ohh...really? You work at a flower shop?" Jovanka was so amazed. Didn't expect that the flowers Gara gave her were made by Stela.

"Yes, my sister, that was her lover brother came, he asked what flowers were suitable to be given to a lover, then I answered the red rose. Then I asked him how many stalks he wanted in a bouquet, he looked confused. I told her that each rose stalk had its own meaning, then she asked for the number of stalks that could represent a genuine feeling of love. Yeah, so I made him 20 meaningful stalks, I really love you."

Hearing Stela's explanation, Jovanka was deeply moved. Because it turns out to really love her, her heart is getting happier now.

Tristan, who had heard Stela's explanation, was amazed by the girl's ability to determine which flowers were suitable for a person according to her personality and heart condition. He remembered the time he gave the lavender to Vania, it turned out that the flower was a favorite of the woman, matching his personality. Oh yeah, Tristan hasn't been able to thank you for that.

"You helped me pick flowers, too, Stel. Know it? She said lavender was her favorite flower. He looks happy with the flowers" Tristan explained.

"really?" Stela did not expect if her ability in arranging flowers so helpful to many people.

"Yes. You're very talented. Thank you, yes" said Tristan sincerely.

"Together, Brother."

Stela turned to look at Jovanka. "You've eaten, brother? Do I want to make something?" tanyakanya.

"No need Stel, I just had dinner with Gara" replied Jovanka.  "Oh yeah Tan, I'm staying here tonight, okay?" jovanka permission.

Tristan turned her gaze from the magazine towards Jovanka. "Why are you so happy to stay here, hm? Why not just at your boyfriend's house?" protest the man.

"Stupid, I won't want to stay with Gara before we're officially married" exclaimed Jovanka. "I have Stela here, rather than in my own apartment" he continued.

"As far as you go." Tristan doesn't know what to say anymore.

"Stel, I'll borrow your pajamas again, yes, next time I'll bring some of mine here, so there's no need to borrow yours if I stay here again" Jovanka said.

"Of course, Brother."

Jovanka immediately rushed into the room.

"My apartment is like a shelter" insisted Tristan.

Stela who heard that felt slurred, she realized that she was just hitching a ride here and of course was very troublesome for the man. "I'm sorry, sister," she said.

Tristan turned his head quickly towards Stela. "I'm sorry, I'm not, I-I'm just, it's Jo-" Tristan said, trying to explain his true intentions. There is no intention at all to insinuate Stela, he is just annoyed with the careless behavior of Jovanka who always stay overnight even though he has his own place to live.

Tristan sighed for a moment, trying to calm down. "I mean, Jovanka never stayed here before but since you were she's been staying a lot" Tristan said.

Stela felt more guilty, not just hitchhiking, herself as the cause of Jovanka often stay here and make the apartment owner uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I'll move out of here soon so that Jovanka doesn't stay here often..." Stela lowered her head while apologizing.

"Eh?" Tristan was wrong again. "Bu-not what I meant, Stel. I-I.., ah, that's it." Tristan got up from his seat and walked towards the kitchen. Consecutive misunderstandings made him thirsty.

Stela was just pondering about her fate now, when she could get out of Tristan's apartment and rent an apartment herself.

"Haaaah..," the girl sighed furiously. He leaned back on the sofa and stared blankly ahead. Suddenly his eyes were drawn to something that was on the table, an open magazine. Stela came closer to the table and looked through the magazine.

"Wow..," Stela was amazed to see Tristan's face in the magazine. The man posed with a woman in bridal attire. "That's a good deal," he said.

"Kak Tristan!" call Stela then.

"Hm?" sahut Tristan from the kitchen.

"You're so handsome in this magazine" exclaimed Stela. "And the female model is also beautiful. You guys look so good!"

"really?" the man walked over to Stela.

"Yes, Brother."

Tristan smiled faintly to the praise of Stela. He continued to walk towards the sofa and accidentally his foot even hummed the table leg and fell.

BRAAKKS

Tristan falls and falls on Stela's body. The two petite objects met, two pairs of wide-eyed, their lips both stuck

"My first kiss..."

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