Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

85. Who is the Sender of Flowers?

"Who are the flowers from?" ask Mom to me.

"I don't know, there's no business card" I replied.

"Are you close to someone?" ask Mom again.

"Eh, who?" I asked Mom back.

Mom looked at me confused too, but was impressed as if accusing me.

"I don't feel close to anyone else, Mom. Ayu aja has not finished the iddah period, yes time will be deket with others," I replied. Mom seemed to be sighing, sounding rude.

That old face he wiped, I don't know what's in Mom's mind, I hope you believe what I'm saying.

"Yes, I'm going to sleep. Have you eaten?" ask Mom, getting up from her seat.

"Here, the buffet was there" I replied. Without asking any more, Mother walked away from me in the living room.

I sat on the sofa, looking at the basket of flowers on the table.

Who sent this flower to me? My mother misunderstood.

The one thing on my mind right now is him. Maybe, but we just met. Did he send it?

Without waiting any longer, I took out my phone from inside the small bag and contacted Doctor Wira via message. There was no message from him for long.

[I didn't send flowers there. If there is the intention of flower love, just now when I picked up Ms Ayu.] replied the message.

I'm now silent again. Who and who. I don't know. I don't feel close to anyone.

Ah, could it be Diana? Just be careful if he who is ignorant send this flower!

I called someone again, this time through a call.

"Huh? What flowers? Crazy, why do I send flowers? Oranges eat oranges?" diana replied as I asked, the typical lazy sounding voice of waking up is now becoming irritated. Oh, geez. The more confused I was made by this no-man's flower.

"So not you? Who is it, huh?" I ask myself exactly.

"Cieee, just got free already no one wants to," said Diana teasing me with a careless tone.

"Huh, diem! I'm here again dizzy, because of this flower Mother so I thought I was close to someone else!" I cried, but still keep my voice tone so that it is not heard by Mother. I also wrote the lyrics to the back room, the lights were turned off.

"About who?" ask Diana.

"I don't know either, I thought the doctor was, but he said no, mending just now all the time to the party he loved her ...."

"Cieeee, you've been hanging out together at the party!" the excitement again added to the other mockery. I patted my forehead. Ouch, lethargy!

"Di!" myrag. He just laughed from his place.

"Okay, I want to help you think, but I don't know who you're hanging out with!"

"I'm not close to anyone! Really am!" irked me.

"Yes already, lah. I'm dizzy, just going to bed!" myrag.

"Eh, what's the responsibility?!"

"Pa-an's responsibility?" many confused.

"I woke up because you called! Time not his blessing?" his protest.

"Ghibah? Who wants to hitch it?"

"So you want to talk to people. Ghibah, right?" keukeuh.

"Not Ghibah Didi! just nanya. Bye, ah. Babay!" I turned off the phone call and ignored his scolding across the street, not taking my call just now. If I was upset with him, I always called him Didi, hehe.

I kept a basket of white roses in my room. For the next few months, Sinta is no longer living here, she is having KKN outside the city. It feels lonely, there is no such thing as that carrot. There was no one to accompany me to stay up late at night, or that I disturbed because the food was gone by me.

Who sent this flower to me? I'm still thinking hard.

Ah, nevermind! I thought about the flower.

The clothes and hijab that I wear now I open, before going to bed I go to the bathroom first to wash my face, do not forget the former makeup I clean as well.

Again, my eyes stopped on the flower. I don't know, but it's soothing to see it too, almost a whole new lifetime this time I get flowers.

And so too when I finish my writing. Time and again staring at the flower even makes this self feel happy. My mind is good to pour the beautiful sentences I put together in a story.

I put this laptop on the bed, then approached the flower. The smell I like, the color is also pure white. I brought the flower basket closer to the window. Moonlight that highlights gently from above makes this flower more beautiful.

"Who? Who sent you here?" I muttered to myself as I stuck the tip of my index finger on her white petal, pointing it until the flowers in the basket swayed. Wishing the flower could speak and answer my curiosity.

Another thought, but time huh? Ah no way! Why am I thinking about him. "Don't fuck around, Yu!" I cried to myself. I closed the window and left the flower there.

In the morning I woke up, a basket of white roses was still there. It looks fresh even though I forgot not to put it in the water. I took it and went towards the kitchen, putting it in the trash. Unfortunately, such beautiful flowers are now residents of smelly garbage cans with various kinds of vegetable residues that are there.

"Why was he dumped?" mother's voice rang out, I turned my head towards Mother who had just entered from the back door, carrying a small bucket in her hand.

"It's okay, Mom. This is just a flower, want now or later will definitely wither too if it has been taken from the stalk," said I.

She looked at me with a gentle look, and now she had a smile on her lips. "Yes, take a shower first, we cook," said Mother. I nodded and went to the room to pick up towels and clothes.

Again, my gaze did not want to turn away from the flower when I was about to enter the bathroom. Still thinking about who sent it for me.

"Yes, today accompany me to school, yes." The mother who was slicing onions spoke to me without looking at me at all.

"What time?"

"Around ten o'clock. You can, right? Once a week just accompany mom to school? I haven't been to school for a long time" said Mom.

"Yes" I answered and went into the bathroom.