Our Story is Not Over
CHAPTER 1
Light rain drenched the dry soil. It's been almost a week of continuous rain fluttering the slightly arid hemisphere. If anyone says rain is a Grace from God but it does not apply to a little girl named Flowers. She must be sad because her mother's laundry is not dry. Even some times Bunga could see his mother was being scolded by the owner of the clothes using the services of his mother.
Yes, the Mother of Flowers is a washerman and iron clothes, so if it rains it will hamper the work of the Mother.
Growing up without a father, making Flowers who just turned 6 years old can already feel the sadness experienced by his mother. And not infrequently also Flowers become a mockery of friends complex because he does not have a father. However, Bunga never complained to his mother, because it will only add to the mother's sadness.
"Flower .. "call for the bundle of flowers which is none other than Asha.
Tough and strong woman. She survived alone from the beginning of being declared pregnant until now. Never once did Asha regret her decision to leave her husband's side. It is better to live alone than with her husband, but under pressure. And Asha has proven that she can achieve happiness without her husband.
"Bunga ... "repeat Asha again.
Asha Marasa if her daughter has not returned. The rain has fallen again. Being too worried, Asha immediately took an umbrella to catch up with her daughter.
"Bunga Tumben does not come home when the drizzle has come," said Asha on the way to find Flowers.
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The long haired sweet girl had not been able to go home, even though the rain had started to subside. Not without reason, because at this time he is still getting treatment from the nearest hospital.
A few minutes ago, Bunga was hit by a car that was about to turn. Luckily the car owner was responsible and took Bunga to the hospital for treatment, although the injuries experienced by Bunga were not severe.
"Other times if you want to cross, be careful!" message the man who has now brought Flowers to go home.
"Om also sorry for not seeing the streets well. So now where's your house, let Om deliver."
"It doesn't matter, Om. The entrance to the complex of the Flower house can not be passed by a car."
"What is the distance to enter?" The man who was none other than Askara kept asking because he felt very guilty for grazing him.
"Not too far, Om. But do not need to bring flowers to the house. Mommy will be angry."
Askara did not want to force the desire. He appreciates the decision of Flowers who do not want to be among them until home. However, because Askara did not have the heart to see Bunga walk to get in front of his house, he also ordered an ojek online to deliver Flowers to his front house.
"Flower, Om is really sorry huh. It's a little money for compensation because Om has grazed you." Askara gives some money sheet on Interest. However, the flower quickly refused.
"Sorry Om, Flowers can't take it. Mother said, Flowers cannot accept money from anyone."
Askara felt slapped. At his age was still small, but Bunga could already politely refuse.
"Well, if you don't want papa. But next time, can you play at your house?"
"Can. But wait for Mother to travel first, Om. The mother of Flowers is fierce, but actually Mother is good. Next time Bunga know Mommy deh," said Bunga when he was about to get off the Askara car.
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Hello Welcome to the Novel Our Story Is Not Over. This novel is a continuation of the novel My Ex.Thank you still stay here to accompany this othor of remahan.
