Pink Love

Red Rose Flower

Upon Yuli's arrival at home after a day of shopping for vegetables and seasonings for kitchen purposes at the traditional market, she was suddenly surprised by the package of a bunch of red roses lying on her home table. “Who are the people who sent me a bunch of flowers?” inner Yuli while stepping closer to the table.

Yuli took the flower on the table, she then read the name of the sender of the red rose for her. “Good Saputra, please forgive all my mistakes,” Inner Yuli read the inscription on the paper tucked in the middle of the bunch of roses.

“Oh... from the Nice mas apparently, Yuli's inner” glares at the old facial figure that once lay in her heart.

Without a smile, Yuli then put a bunch of fresh red roses fragrant in the trash can lying in the corner of her home kitchen. Because the trauma due to too deep a wound in the chest, Yuli was not as excited to look again to the Bagus mas that once made her heart run low.

Since the beautiful woman named Yuli was living a widow, there were indeed many men who wanted to propose her, but Yuli's heart seemed frozen, there is no desire to accept the seductive nose man who often comes to disturb him. Too beautiful memories while living together with the late Mas Budi, so it is difficult to forget.

Yuli continues the spirit of managing a simple goat satay stall left by her husband Almarhum mas Budi. Yuli wants to raise and educate Princess Kusuma Aprilia, her only daughter in order to become a successful and useful child for others.

When lonely, sometimes the figure of a man who often teases Yuli, sometimes the shadow of their faces also flashed in his mind. Among the many men who sympathized with him, only the Good was special in his heart. Good looks he can't possibly forget. As a woman, Yuli admits being close to her is a pride for every woman.

But the dream that Yuli once experienced and proved to be real, makes Yuli's heart hesitant to step up and re-knit the thread of love that once existed between them. The shadow of the dream he had experienced, the thorn tree that grew behind the chest of the handsome Bagus mas, made Yuli afraid to accept Bagus again.

“Do you still love me mas Bagus, or just want to apologize through a bunch of flowers that you sent it?” inner Yuli.

“Hai... ko daydream again, by the way when does this simple food stall open again?” ask Nana to Yuli.

“Wah you are Nana, make people surprised.” replied Yuli to Nana who came suddenly.

“Maybe tomorrow the day after, the simple food stall will be opened again, I happen to be still preparing today to make gulai and other spices.” Yuli continued to Nana.

“Great top deh you Yuli, her life is always spirit continue, I am so happy to see you are always the spirit of living life.” continued Nana.

“Ya should spirit dong Nana, it is only a simple food stall that became my only trading place so that I can collect money to pay off bank installments after the late Mas Budi lost the village head election yesterday.”, Yuli said.

“Do not only tomorrow after Nana, today you also have to help me to make spices in the kitchen.” said Yuli as she stepped into the kitchen.

“Ready!” nana said as she followed Yuli into the kitchen.

Upon their arrival in the kitchen, Nana was in the eye when she saw the package of a bunch of fresh red roses lying in the trash.

“Yuli, is it a flower?” nana said as her index finger pointed at the trash can in the corner of the kitchen.

“Oh it's flower from mas Bagus,” replied Yuli briefly.

“Kok dumped in Yuli's trash can, isn't it a pity that beautiful flower you just threw away?” ask Nana.

“Biarin Nana, I want to bury old memories,”sahut Yuli.

Nana did not dare to ask again about the flowers from the Bagus mas that Yuli threw away. That afternoon Nana focused on helping Yuli peel 2 kg of onions, 1 kg of garlic, firefly and other kitchen spices that would be ground into one ready-to-eat seasoning.

Finished mang Ali grind seasonings, Bik Wati then roast the seasoning with a large pan on a stove of embers. Bik Wati is quite deftly roasting spices on the pan to spread a delicious aroma to all the surrounding environment. Mang Ali and Bik Wati who have long worked at Yuli's restaurant, are indeed the most expert about grilling satay and cooking young goats. Since long ago, many customers feel at home in Yuli's simple food stalls, because the famous Wati bik cuisine is delicious and tasty.

“Oke Yuli.. Then I go home first, see you later.” say goodbye Nana.

“Ya thank you very much for the help of mbak Nana this afternoon.” said Yulil while sticking rice wrap on the steering wheel of a motorcycle mbak Nana her best friend.

“Sama-sama.” said. Along with a smile, Mbak Nana then darted with a motorcycle that he drove to return to his home.