Paradise Angel For Kebab Sellers The Tajir

Daisy and tulips...

Hardi immediately contacted the driver to wait at the entrance with the car ready to leave. Shortly after, the elevator stopped and Rahman ran out to the lobby and directly into the car whose door was opened by the driver.

"Go to the best florist in Jakarta! " rahman orders his driver.

"Good Lord! " the driver replied by directly turning on the car engine and leaving the company page.

The car runs through the city of Jakarta which looks increasingly crowded because it enters the office home time of all workers. The car stopped at a fairly large and famous florist shop that has always been a place for people to like various flowers, both fresh ones that have been assembled and flowers that are still embedded in the pot.

Rahman got out of the car followed by Hardi who was walking beside him.

"Good afternoon Sir! Is there anything we can help you with? " greet a beautiful woman who is arranging flowers.

"I want a bouquet of white tulips with a daisy in the middle of it! " reply Rahman, looking at all the flowers around him.

"Well, you're very lucky this afternoon! Just a few minutes ago our employee brought fresh daisy flowers fresh from his garden! Please come with me over there! " said the beautiful woman with a cheerful face.

Rahman and Hardi followed the beautiful woman to a place in the east filled with various colorful tulips.

"Please sit and wait for the Master! I'll arrange flowers order Sir! " he said kindly.

He immediately acted very skillfully arranging daisy flowers with surrounded by white tulips around him. In just 10 minutes, the flower arrangement was completed perfectly.

"The Princess is so lucky to have a father who loves her so much as Master! " the beautiful woman comments while handing the bouquet of flowers to Rahman's hand.

"How do you know if this flower is for my beloved daughter? " ask Rahman in surprise.

"Because the daisy flower symbolizes rebirth, cheerfulness and sincerity. The white tulip symbolizes apology, faithfulness of love. Surely the Master again persuaded the Princess Master who was sulking, right? " the woman answered, asking.

"You're right! He was angry because I left while he was sleeping! And now she was sulking, not even her husband could persuade her! " the words of Rahman justify the words of the beautiful woman.

"So your Princess is married? Give this flower to her! This flower symbolizes strength and toughness! " said the beautiful woman by taking a very small cactus plant in a pot.

"Why do I feel that this cactus fits so well with the personality of Princess Master! " he said again by putting the cactus pot in front of Rahman.

"It turns out you know so much apparently, exactly a psychic! " court Hardi hides their conversation.

"Ha.... Ha... Ha.... Sir could have joked! I only saw from the eyes of Master when I saw this flower! This view of the Master is not like the view of a man who falls in love with a woman. That's why I can guess if the flower is not for his wife, but for his child! " the woman replied with a small laugh.

"Please pay him at the cashier's table! " he said again with a friendly smile.

Rahman brought a bouquet of flowers to the cashier's table, while Hardi brought a pot containing the cactus and put it on the cashier's table.

"Sorry sir, his bouquet of 580thousand! " say the cashier politely.

"Why isn't the cactus counted either? " ask Rahman in wonder.

"In our store, if you get the cactus from our Lady's hand it means the cactus is free. Only a certain person gets the cactus from the hands of our Lady Sir! Our mistress will give a cactus to any customer who will give flowers to her children and a customer who gives flowers to her parents! " the cashier replied explaining it to Rahman.

"Oh, so it is! Give my thanks to your boss! " said Rahman mangut-mangut while giving up cash to the cashier.

"Okay Sir! Thank you for coming to our shop! " the cashier replied politely and kindly.

Hardi puts the cactus in the trunk of the car, while the bouquet of flowers held Rahman. They continued to the Barzakh family residence because the day was getting late.

In the main house out of Barzakh, Amay sat in the living room alone with a sullen face. He forbade Izam and everyone to approach him. He even broke down to drink his pregnant milk because after praying it turns out his Papa was not at home.

"Attack the liar! Amay hates it too Brother! " amay said, looking at her husband who was standing 20 steps away.

"Any lie, my dear? Brother also called Papa to go home, but you know for yourself that Jakarta is a jammed city. Maybe now Papa again stuck in traffic. "sahut Izam defend himself.

"Amay doesn't care! Anyway Amay hates it with Brother! " amay replied fixedly with her argument.

"Alhamdulillah my wife truly loves God! " izam tried to seduce his wife.

"No beating! " answer, Amay remains sewot.

"Dedek-dedek utun Mama's... Later if you are born do not be a liar like Papa yes, son! Dedek must be an honest child and a liar is a bad trait! " said Amay speaking while stroking his stomach which had been seen bulging.

"Dedek-dedek darling... You're not lying, son! " answered Izam speaking at a great distance.

Rahman finally arrived at his besi residence. He immediately asked when he saw the parents sitting in the living room and Izam standing between the door of the family room to the living room.

"Why are you all sitting in the living room? Why not sit in a relaxing room? What if there are guests? You too Zam, why stand there? Is it hard if someone wants to pass? " ask Rahman with an astonished face while staring at everything.

"Thank God, Papa is finally home! Princess Papa was so sweet from earlier! Izam and all are not allowed to come closer and must be far away! " fight Izam with a relieved face.

Rahman looked at his besan and they all nodded their heads. Rahman just smiled a little to see his daughter sulking exactly like his old wife who did not want to get close to anyone before he went home.

"Assalamualaikum princess Papa??? " call Rahman by walking into the living room.

He walked past where Izam was standing and everyone peeked in from behind as he stood before the Princess.

Amay still did not flinch, he still put on a pouting face and his hands were still folded in the chest.

"Again't come any closer! Stay standing there! " amay shouted as soon as Izam was about to walk up to her.

"Honey Papa! Why is her pretty face like this, hem? Dong dong is doing it? Is Papa coming home, baby? " persuade Rahman by gently rubbing his son's chubby cheeks.

"Bad papa! Daddy doesn't love Amay! The proof is that Papa left Amay again when Amay slept! " reel Amay but in a still angry tone.

"Papa, I'm sorry, baby! Princess Papa smile dong? Nih Papa bring flowers for the beautiful princess Papa! " rahman answered by handing over the bouquet of flowers he had hidden behind his back.

Amay immediately sparkled his eyes when he saw his favorite bouquet of flowers now in his lap. He kissed the flower many times with a happy face.

"Well, if Papa leaves again! Amay will be angry with Papa! Papa can tell with Amay's favorite flower! Didn't Amay tell you? I don't know Amay's favorite flower! " said Amay who immediately made the face of Izam instantly sour and pouty.

"Oh yeah? So your husband doesn't know his wife's favorite flower? " ask Rahman deliberately cornered her daughter-in-law.

Izam immediately throbbed when he heard the words of his in-laws which made the situation even hotter.

"Yes Papa! Brother also never gave Amay kayak gini flowers! " fight Amay to his Papa.

"really? Wow, that's too much of your husband! Princess Papa take it easy, if Princess Papa wants anything can ask Papa! Papa will buy you anything the princess asks Papa for! " said Rahman with pretending to be shocked to hear her Princess's complaint.

Izam increasingly glanced at his eyes to hear the words of his father-in-law who deliberately cornered himself in front of the wife.

"Amay my dear love me? How can you know what is Amay's favorite flower if Amay does not talk to Brother? Brother isn't a shaman my dear? " said Izam a little defensively.

"Why aren't you the same as Amay? " ask Amay lightly which immediately makes Izam stunned.

"Ha... Ha... "everyone who peeps laughs out loud to see Izam dead flea with his own wife's words.

"Eong.... Yes too, huh? " sahut Izam grimaced by scratching his head that does not itch.

"Oh yeah, Papa hasn't answered Amay's question! How do you know Amay's favorite flower? " ask Amay again to her Papa.

"That's because by the time your mom was pregnant with you, your mom really liked the Daisy flower. He really wants if his daughter has a sincere heart, always cheerful like the philosophy of the Daisy flower. Tulips are your Mama's favorite flower, baby! " reply Rahman with eyes glaring upwards.

"I'm sorry Amay ya Pa... Papa must be sad again to remember the same Mama! " said Amay with teary eyes.

"No, dear Papa! Papa only remembers the memories of a wonderful past with your Mama while you were still in your belly, dear Mama! " writh answered with a warm smile.

"Amay my dear?? Can you stay near Amay again? Pegel, the leg of the brother stood up! " izam's yelling disturbs the nostalgia of the father and son.

"Where is Pa, can you?? " ask Amay to her Papa.

"As far as you are, boy! Pity also your husband was told to stand there from earlier! " reply, Papa nodded his head.

"Boleh Brother! But make Amay milk first huh? " said Amay so loudly.

"Each commander! " answered Izam respectfully to the flag.

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