MY SUNFLOWER

Stay Together

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Jakarta, 12:30 a.m

Stela has traveled to several corners of Jakarta to find a suitable apartment for her to live in. Long enough to search, he still did not find the right one. The clock was already showing at twelve o'clock, so Stela decided to stop by a restaurant to enjoy lunch. Really, he died of hunger. This morning he only had time to stop by the cafe to just fill the stomach with a cup of coffee and pancakes.

The place that Stela chose as her lunch spot this time was a modest tavern. He saw a menu list attached in front of the store serving boiled noodles. After eating the noodles last night, Stela somehow wanted to taste them again. It tastes really delicious.

Stela immediately entered the store and was immediately welcomed there. After sitting down and ordering now Stela just waiting for the boiled noodles with steaming smoke to come, woah.

While waiting, Stela idly opened her phone, the new phone she bought this morning. He accidentally left his old phone at home for fear of being tracked down. But calm down, all the numbers that he considered important were recorded in the memo book.

On her new phone, Stela created several new social media accounts. He chose the name Sunflower_AK for his Instagram account, with a profile photo of a set of sunflowers against the background of the twilight sun. Make no mistake why Stela uses a user name and also a profile photo of sunflowers, it's all because she likes it so much. Her mother said she was like a sunflower, warm and cheerful.

Not long after, Stela's order boiled noodles came. Before eating the noodles, he took aim at the camera of his advanced mobile phone towards the dish in front of him and immediately posted the photo as his first post on Instagram.

Finished with his instagram, without waiting any longer, Stela immediately devoured the boiled noodles plus the egg with pleasure.

.......

London, 0430 a.m

"STELA?!"

Ambar's screeches in the morning woke Anthony from his sleep just a few hours.

"Darling, what's going on? Why are you yelling?" Anthony approached the wife who was now sitting on their bed. The woman's face looked anxious with a sweaty hair drenching her face up to her neck.

"Anthony, Ela-ku?" Ambar stared with watery eyes at her husband.

"Calm down baby, our daughter's gonna be fine. I've deployed some of my subordinates to search where Stela is currently. Soon he will be found, believe me!" Anthony said calmly, but in his heart he was very worried about the condition of the flower that disappeared. It's just that he has to be strong and stay calm for his wife.

"But we don't know how things are right now. Did he eat, where he lives, you know that our little princess never separated from us before, and how did she survive out there? What if something bad happens to him? Who's gonna help him Anthony, who?" raung Ambar's.

Anthony let out a long sigh, the fear his wife felt as well. But for now he can only hope in God to always protect their daughter wherever she is.

"Now go to sleep again, tomorrow we'll find out what's going on." Anthony helped Ambar lie down and then hugged his wife to fall asleep again.

"Where are you, son?" inner Anthony pilu.

.......

Stela is now in front of one of the apartment buildings that she thinks is suitable as her residence. The building is not as luxurious as the cold youth apartment building he knew last night, but somehow he feels fit to live here. The place is a little far from the highway and also surrounded by a lot of green plants around it, making this place so beautiful, comfortable and calm.

"All right..." Stela encouraged herself and then began to step in to enter the apartment building. Just stepping on his foot in the apartment yard, someone who was out of nowhere immediately grabbed the suitcase that he was grinding in his left hand.

"THIEF!!!!!" Pekik Stela. While shouting he tried to chase the thief. Some of the surrounding residents who witnessed also helped him, but the ill-fated thief immediately climbed a motorbike and sped away.

"My God, my things..." The stela can only sit limp on the asphalt of the road. Some residents seemed concerned, but they could not do anything and now Stela could only resign.

After calming down, Stela got up and cleaned her face that had been flooded with tears. He must be strong, he must bear all the risks of running away from home.

With a slow step, Stela approached a park beside the apartment building. He was sitting in that park. Take out her phone and immediately look for Carly's number - her personal assistant - to ask for help.

Whether what misfortune befell him today, he forgot if he had not saved Carly's number and other important numbers. And damn again, the records of those phone numbers were in his suitcase.

"Shit.." he was upset. Stela longs to roar lamenting her unfortunate fate but she did not. The first principle, he must be strong because this is the path he chose.

Now Stela searched the contents of her sling bag. There he found five hundred thousand rupiah notes, one fifty thousand, 3 ten thousand and one five thousand, there is also an identity card. Yeah, it's just in his bag now. All the cards, important documents, and also tens of millions of rupiah of cash, were inside the suitcase.

"Oh God, instantly rich sudden that damn thief!" Pekik Stela frustrated.

Long enough pensive to mourn his misfortune, now Stela chose to go to a nearby mall on foot. There he bought some clothes and also underwear, he would not feel at home if he had to wear the same clothes all day.

Stela grimaced with her groceries, buying only three pieces of tops, three subordinates, two pajamas, three underwear stels and a pair of flat shoes. One thing to keep in mind, all of his shopping items are cheap and discounted items. Now the rest of the money is as much as one hundred and fifty thousand rupiah and it does not know how to last until when. b

.......

It does not feel the time has now shown at 7 pm, shopping turned out to spend a lot of time. Previously Stela had never shopped for clothes, because what she wore first was all available. Every dress, dress, dress or whatever he wants there will be a famous designer family who prepares. And now Stela knows how difficult and complicated it is to buy her own clothes.

Before going to his destination, which is back to the cold young man's apartment, Stelab chose to fill his stomach first in a fried chicken restaurant near the mall. Haah, thinking about how the young man thought when he appeared again, Stela could not imagine it. But he must be able, no one can help him in Jakarta except the cold young man.

Exactly at eight p.m., Stela arrived in front of the luxury apartment owned by the young man who until now he did not know his name. It was fortunate that Stela remembered the name of the apartment building, so she just mentioned it to the online taxi driver and yes, this is where she is now. The young man's apartment unit was on the top floor, using the elevator, Stela finally arrived.

He rang the bell many times but there was no answer. "It looks like he hasn't come home yet" Stela said with a tired sigh. Inevitably, he had to wait for the young man to come home because other than this place there was no place he could go.

How sad...

.......

Two hours had passed and Stela was sitting on the sofa in Tristan's living room. After expressing his intention of arrival, Tristan let Stela in. Now they sit facing each other. Since no one had spoken yet, Stela could only look down in fear, occasionally she raised her head and saw the young man before her kneeling.

"Did my arrival make him dizzy?" batin Stela asked.

"So what?" ask the girl plain.

The young man clucked, seemingly annoyed. "So why do you have to come back here?" asked the man as flat as possible, while in his heart he felt a little uncomfortable with the arrival of the girl who these two days disturbed his calm life.

"I was robbed" Kadu Stela.

"Mugged?" tristan's forehead frowned.

"Yes, when I arrived at an apartment I was going to rent, a thief came, he grabbed my suitcase and then fled. All the clothes and valuables are in there. Now I have nothing left, "Stela's story with a sad look for mercy.

Tristan watched around Stela, it turned out that right, there was no suitcase of the girl there. But his eyes were drawn when he saw the large pouch next to where the girl was sitting.

"That's what?" ask Tristan.

"This is the shirt I bought before I came here, all my clothes are in the suitcase so I don't have any more clothes" he replied listlessly.

"So you still have money to buy clothes, why don't you use it to rent an apartment?" ask Tristan to investigate.

"I told you, all my money was in that suitcase. I just bought this shirt with the money I got from this sling bag." Stela lifted her sling bag, showing Tristan. "If you don't believe you can see." The girl opened her bag and spilled all the contents out.

Tristan could see that there were two sheets of money of different colors, a cell phone and an identity card that were now lying on the table.

Stela took the money. "Look! My money is one hundred and twenty thousand. Do you think this is enough to rent an apartment? Not to mention my meal expenses?" Stela immediately bowed limp after telling her how much she suffered.

Again Tristan could only massage his forehead dizzy. His body was tired and now his mind was tired of facing this foreign girl before him.

"So can I stay here again?" pinta Stela with her Puppy esyes mainstay style. Usually it works if he does it to his family, I don't know if this guy. At least he tried.

Tristan was a little withered when he saw Stela's sad eyes, but he couldn't just let it go. Must pass strict selection first.

"Why should it be in my place? Don't you have any family here?" tristan interrogation.

"No, I came from far away and have no one here" Stela replied. Of course he has a family here, his mother's brother is in Jakarta but Stela could not be there, he could be immediately kicked back to London.

"Then yesterday what were you doing in the trunk of my car?" that question from last night made Tristan curious.

"Yesterday I just came, the intention was to find a hotel, uh. On the street I was chased by thugs. Yes, I ran away and accidentally hid in the trunk of your car," Stela said.

"Where are you from?"

For the question this time Stela was silent for a moment, honestly by saying if he came from England, ah. He could not let his true identity be known.

"Da-from a distant place" Stela replied unconvinced.

"Huh?" Tristan's eyes narrowed, feeling suspicious of Stela's strange answer.

"So can I stay here?" pinta Stela again, shifting the subject, she did not want the man to dig any further about his origins.

Tristan sighed, "Until when?"

Stela. "Until I have the money to rent an apartment."

"Where did you get the money?"

"I'll work."

"Where do you work?"

"I'll find it."

Tristan got up from his seat. "Alright" break.

"So can?" ask Stela to make sure.

"Yes, but on one condition. You have to clean this place up every day"

"You mean by cleaning this place, I have to sweep, mop, wash, cook and so on?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So in other words I should be a servant?" stela asked rather sewot.

"Yes, if you don't want to you can get out right now!" Said Tristan who had turned around about to leave.

"Okay, I want to."

"Yes." Yeah." And this time the young man really left.

"Oh God, I'm already a Maid now!"

...Seriate...