OPACAROPHILES

3. Memories about us

*Eight years ago.

The figure of the little girl was cool sitting in the park alone because her parents were not at home and she was left alone as well as her older sister. He was sitting there watching the sunset this afternoon. I don't know why he likes sunsets so much.

"Well, said Mother, a little more the sun will sink" said the girl cheerfully.

The bright clouds slowly changed into a very beautiful orange tinge for the eye to see. But at the moment of the peak seconds where the sun sets he will see with satisfaction. The sound of someone falling over made his attention distracted.

"Aw...," the hissing sound withstood the pain made Love move towards the boy who looked grimacing sick.

"You okay?" asked Love, who looked down to see if the boy's leg was seriously injured.

"Yes sick, I was. People fall in good times" replied the boy.

"Do you want me to help you sit there? Let me find some water to clean your wounds," Love said as she stretched out her little fingers.

"I can be alone, there you find the water," the boy replied as he tried to stand on his own. Love nodded and soon passed to seek water. Love stopped at a liquor store in the park and bought a bottle of water with her money left perfectly fitting.

"This is the water" Love offered the boy a bottle of water.

"Thank you," he said, staying tart. Then he was busy with cleaning up the wound on his hanky while Love sat quietly next to him. Love again realized that it was dark, and he had missed the sunset today.

"Well, the sun is gone.." muttered Love sadly.

"Are you seeing the sunset?" the boy asked after he had finished cleaning his wound.

"Yes, but because of you, I'm late to see it. Huh, I have to go back tomorrow," Love's back.

"Who told you to help me? It's your own fault" he said, making Love stare at him in disbelief.

"You've been helped instead talk like that, not her thank you," said Cinta while throwing her face in annoyance.

"Known, I'm Luka. You?," asked Luka to change the subject.

"Love," Reply to Love while still throwing your face away.

"Thank you a lot, yes, Love. See you next time" and Luka stands before Love.

"May I see you again. And can enjoy the sunset together next time," he said.

"See you, Luka!," Love waved her hand to Luka who had passed away leaving her*.

"I will always remember you, Love. I'll look for you when I grow up, wait for me!," muttered Luka as she walked away.

Luka recalled that moment, a beautiful memory she never forgot. Little Love until now has never changed, she has always been a loving figure like a helper princess for many people.

That is the reason why Luka is still looking for Love until now, even the incident was eight years ago but her memory of Love can never be replaced.

"Dreaming on!," said Mizka surprising Luka who was busy struggling with a beautiful memory with Love.

"When you go to my room?" asked Luka with a jutek.

"Gue wants to take you to the flower shop, I want to find flowers for my girl. Want to come along?" asked Mizka while fixing her hair in the mirror in Luka's room.

"Lo know I can't refuse, right?" replied Luka as he got up and changed clothes in the dressing room.

"Lo can never refuse when it comes to love! Quickly do not over time will hunt at the stake of the betrothed you," said Mizka and soon passed away leaving Luka who was changing clothes.

The two of them passed away by car to the flower shop where Love worked. Mizka very often goes there to buy flowers, and occasionally searches for information for Luka about Love. However this was the first time Luka went there directly.

"Lo if you see him why do you get tired anyway?" asked Mizka.

"My name is that too. Not just the same he did," Luka replied while driving his car.

"Lo's afraid he knows, or do you want him to remember you in this way?" said Mizka.

"The third option, I don't want him to know me for now. I want to enjoy seeing him from afar without fear of him knowing," said Luka while stopping her car in the flower shop parking lot. The wound went down first followed by Mirza behind her. The florist is quite crowded because today is Saturday night Sunday, so many are looking for flowers to give to their partners.

"Welcome to the sunflower shop!," said Tika who works as a cashier.

"Let's see first, right?" asked Mirza to Tika.

"Please, need to be accompanied or want to see for yourself?," Tika replied kindly.

"At your friend can, all you want to ask the right flowers,"

Tika and Mirza walked first around the flower garden that was behind the flower shop. While Luka chose to stay in the store and see many examples of flowers on display on the wall along with his name.

"Yes, sister, this flower is perfect for a wedding or proposal introduction," the familiar female voice for Luka distracted her attention. It's the voice of love. Now the girl is busy explaining what flowers her buyers want.

"Three bouquets, Mba," said the buyer. Then Love soon passed to pack a bouquet of white tulips with her shrewd. Luka's smile just rose without her noticing. The charm of Love is so attractive to her. The one-armed woman was not so special, but for Luka, she was more than special. Not as beautiful as an artist or even another high school boy, but his simplicity makes Luka so admiring.

"Here, sister, the bouquet of flowers is ready. Thank you for trusting us to create a special bouquet of flowers for a special person. May you like!," said Cinta while handing the three bouquets of flowers to the buyer. The buyer smiled so happily and immediately paid for his order and left.

Love circulated her gaze to the corner of the store until she saw a familiar male figure she thought was staring at her seriously. Love immediately approached the man and looked at him confused.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Brother?" asked Love who managed to make Luka surprised instead of playing. He was busy dwelling on his thoughts until he did not realize that Love was already standing before him.

"There," Luka replied trying to hide her surprise.

"What flowers are you looking for?" asked Love.

"Sunflowers," replied Wound.

"Okay, come with me" take Love. His short footsteps passed towards the flower garden to pick up the flowers that Luka wanted.

"How many bouquets do you want?,"

"One little bouquet," they both returned to the store because Love would decorate her bouquet.

"Here, sister, the sunflower" Love handed the sunflower to Luka. Luka was quite satisfied with her results, the sunflower was in very beautiful ornaments like her decorator.

"Sorry before her, you're the same school as me, right? We met on the street near school that time" asked Love.

"Yes," replied Luka with a chuckle. He was busy staring at the sunflowers that were in his grasp.

"But why have I never seen you, yes, all this time" said Cinta confusedly.

"Because you rarely come out" replied Luka with origin.

"How do you know? You knew me before?" asked Love suspiciously. Wound condemns the stupidity of her who is too original to speak who now managed to make Love suspicious of her.

"No, I know you because you are the class president and the flag bearer during the flag ceremony last week" Luka replied after thinking about what answer was most appropriate.

"Oh.., if that's what you know, yeah. I'm Love, you?," Love reached out his hand to Luka.

"Hurt," replied the Wound without replying to the hand of Love. Really, Luka looks really evil now. Love pulls slowly fingers her hands with her stiff smile. Love then smiled again and looked at Luka who was focusing on seeing the bouquet of sunflowers.

"You know what the philosophy of sunflowers is?" asked Love with passion.

"No," replied Luka briefly.

"Sunflowers are interpreted as a symbol of loyalty and obedience. Because sunflowers always follow the direction of the rolling sunlight. From sunrise to sunset, sunflowers will always point in the direction the sun is moving. So it is in the symbol right as a symbol of loyalty and obedience," said Love smoothly as if he had memorized properly.

"Good philosophy. I like it all the same" said Luka, who stopped when she heard a voice that interrupted their conversation.

"Ka, you bought some flowers?!," asked Mizka in a loud voice.

"Whispering really, you think this is your grandmother's house?!," Luka replied fiercely.

"Yaudah anyway, people ask doang is also very fierce," ledek Mizka who makes Luka want to throw her on the highway right now.

"Lo nanya but like a riots,"

"Oh you buy flowers too, for whom? You're single," again Mizka makes Luka rise in blood because of her words.

"Make Aunt at home, you're satisfied" Luka said cynically. Love just fell silent confused at the situation before her. The two tall men stood next to her and stroked her small body.

"Eh, who is this? I saw you talking to him," asked Mizka.

"I Love, the same schoolmate Luka," replied Love kindly.

"Gue Mizka, the brother of this savage child who was only one year different. And I also went to the same school as Lo and Luka" Mizka said. Love laughed crisply at Mizka's greeting. If according to Love, these two brothers are very fun. One was chatty and ignorant, the other was ugly and fierce. A very fitting combination, no. If only he had a brother like them, surely his life would not be this sad.

"If we pay now only for the bouquet of flowers, then we go home" they immediately go to the cashier to pay for their order.

Love quickly uses computers to make payments. And the payment is done. They were both very satisfied with the bouquet from this flower shop.

"Thank you a lot, yes, Love. See you tomorrow at school!, "greet Mizka before passing first from the flower shop.

"Thank you," Luka said flatly. Love nodded then waved her hand until the figure of Luka disappeared from behind the door.

Love realizes one interesting thing about Luka. The man with the spicy mouth, so attractive. Although fierce, Love does not eat all the talk of his circus. According to Love, a person who has a cold and indifferent personality like Luka, it is very strong, it is all a form of self-resistance from the other side of himself that does not want others to know.

Love is very salute to someone like that, because unfortunately he cannot. Having an open and unkind personality, makes it very unlikely to be cold to others.