The Flower Down To The Heart

Why ?

A luxury car drove at low speed when it had entered the vast area of the office, right in front of a large door the car stopped. Quickly a guard who was on guard ran over to the car and opened the door. A handsome man in a luxurious suit attached to his body came down from the car, walking gallantly into the office. As usual, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are always staring at him in awe. Admired for his good looks, achievements, and hospitality.

Walking further and further, more and more pairs of eyes were staring at him, not only the eyes of the women, but the adampuns were also staring at him. This time unlike the previous days, this time too the man was not as usual. With a sweet smile the man walked with a smile, a sweet smile that made the women fascinated by him. Step by step the man climbed up the stairs until finally he saw a luxurious door of his personal space.

"Jeez, sir Ali why ?" mira asked when she saw something strange on her top, a bandage complete with plaster attached to her forehead. Yes, the bandage that was attached to Ali was the one that made many pairs of eyes look at him strangely.

Ali felt his forehead softly and said, "I'm fine Mir is just a small accident, most tomorrow is also better." he replied casually and passed from the face of Mira who was still confused looking at him.

When opening the door, Ali's slow breath was heard, with a little heavy step Ali entered his room, today is not an important guest or friends who welcome his arrival, but a map stacked neatly on his desk. Every day work but why there are always so many maps, what if Ali does not work, surely the pile of maps will be more and more than that.

Ali walked to his desk, sat down on his chair of pride and began to open one by one the map. Sheet by sheet Ali read carefully. Checking and signing is his job.

"If work every day is always like this when can I take Kesya for a walk. Every day work, every day also a lot of work." lamented Ali,

Monday to Saturday he spent time with work that piled up, although not as much.

***

A cell phone located on the cashier table continued to ring, making Prilly who was standing on a small chair to arrange the flowers jump down.

"Oh.." cried Prilly while holding her knees as her legs were treading on the floor simultaneously.

Prilly walked up to the table and picked up the conscious phone.

"Hallo good afternoon, with Fresh Flowers here, how can I help you ?" said Prilly when she was connected to the phone,

"Good morning ma'am, I'm from AN Company (read Ei En Company) want to order flowers" said a man from across the street,

"What day is it for ? and what kind of flowers does the pack order ?" prilly asked with his loyal left hand holding his knee, seemingly jumping from a chair with both feet stepping simultaneously made his knee a little problematic.

"Not for today but tomorrow. I want to order 3 color roses, the important thing is there are red and white roses, for the other color is up to mbak want what color, can it be ?"

"How much sir, how many stalks sir?"

"I want each rose color 50 stalks, and I also want to ask for help to arrange it here, for the vase we have provided. Can it be mbak ?"

"Can sir, tomorrow we will arrange the flowers of your order. Are there any other additions ?"

"No, that's enough. Later in the afternoon I will transfer the DP first."

"Alright sir" said Prilly, noting the order on the small note available at the table.

"Then I say thank you very much."

"Together sir" said Prilly along with the disconnection of the phone. Prilly pulled out a blue chair and sat down, straightened her legs and massaged her knees slowly.

"Boss mom why ?" ask Dilla who just got out of the bathroom, please,

"Sick mouth." answered Prilly briefly without glancing at Dilla one bit,

"Can we ? fall down ? kesleo ? what is it ?"

"No, there was a phone and I jumped out of the chair, uh suddenly his knee hurt a lot. What pain is it." complained Prilly with a slightly grimacing face,

Dilla turned her gaze to the small chair located next to the flower rack, indeed it was a small chair but it was a good height, it was not wrong if the boss was in pain after jumping from the chair,

"Part of the boss mom is there, the chair is small but the height is decent." said Dilla with a little laugh made Prilly look at him sharply, "Oh already dare to laugh at his boss, good. This is what you call a friend, laughing at your suffering friend" Prilly said in a slightly angry tone,

Dilla covered her mouth using both hands then said quietly, "Sorry kidding."

Prilly did not answer but shifted his gaze in another direction, making Dilla look sad. Suddenly, Dilla took a few steps forward and spontaneously embraced her best friend and boss from the side, "Joking boss, don't get angry anymore" said Dilla right in Prilly's ear, making Prilly smile amusedly. His joking intentions were taken seriously by his best friend.

"Hahaha" Prilly's echoing laughter made Dilla quickly take off her embrace, staring intently at her best friend, who was,

"Why laugh?"

"Dilla's funny, joking around and taken seriously" Prilly said with a laugh,

"Ih sprained, already know Dilla is a baby and always use the heart but still joked." annoyed Dilla, Dilla,

"Ih disgust ah his voice." cried Dilla and ran away leaving Prilly. Prilly only shook his head when he saw the funny behavior of his best friend.

With the pain in his knee Prilly stood up and walked into a room, a room that was not too wide with various types of flowers in it. Prilly began to move both feet to trace the rows of neatly arranged shelves, until finally the step stopped right on the roses were located.

"Good thing there are still a lot of roses." Prilly breathed a sigh of relief. With her beautiful hands Prilly began to pick and choose roses with good quality.

Long enough Prilly was in this room, the sky that was still bright and bright has now turned into pitch-black, the sound that was a little noisy is now getting quieter. Too busy with flowers makes Prilly forget about time.

A glass door made a squeaking sound as it was pushed, revealing Dilla with a mask covering her mouth and nose.

"Sttt sttt, girl." said Dilla without entering the room, making Prilly who was busy with flowers turn towards the origin of the sound.

"What?"

"Would you go home and sleep here ?" ask Dilla without changing her position.

Prilly stepped up from her seat and approached Dilla, "Come home, I'm sleeping here."

Dilla showed the screen of her phone towards Prilly, Prilly immediately gawked when looking at the clock printed on the screen of Dilla's phone, 20.15 wib.

"What is a clock really error ?" prilly didn't believe the clock on Dilla's phone.

"Yes really boss, so I asked, boss want to go home what sleep here ?" dilla said furious.

"Go home, I think it's still clear the sky at that hour."

"Yes, the boss of daritadi ngurusin flowers continue while daydreaming, certainly do not know the time."

"*****..."

"Yuk ah go home, tomorrow will bring the same flower arrangement in AN Company" Prilly told Dilla who was still at the door and pushed out of the room.

"Yes let's go home." replied Dilla.

Before going home, as usual Prilly cleaned first and did not forget to polish her beautiful face with a little powder to make it look more fresh and beautiful.

Tonight is not like the nights before, tonight Dilla and Prilly go home. Dilla doesn't make any more room at Prilly's house or vice versa.

***

The quiet night, the crickets that usually sounded loud at night were now defeated by the sound of the cry of a child. Since this afternoon the little girl kept crying making my grandmother silence her.

"Dear love is silent, don't cry anymore." refer the grandmother to her favorite granddaughter. Not silent but Kesya still crying, no matter how many ways Rosa did to make the grandson stop crying, but whatever the power, the way never works.

"Honey already cry, shame is already big but cry continues."

"Ke-Kesya se-seb-el" said Kesya while hiccuping, crying too long to make her eyes and nose red.

"Yes Kesya sebel, but Kesya lest ya crynya, beware again papah lo home. Later papah thought the grandmother who made Kesya cry how ? if grandma gets angry, how ? Do you want to ?" jcap Rosa while continuing to caress Kesya's long hair that was pigtailed like a ponytail.

Shortly after Rosa spoke, there was the sound of a car entering the yard. Kesya memorized the sound of the car, with tears flowing Kesya ran towards the door followed by Rosa behind her. When Kesya wanted to open the door, the door was first opened by Ali, just immediately Kesya slammed into Ali's embrace.

His return was greeted by his little girl with tears, Ali returned Kesya's embrace while looking confusedly at Rosa. Rosa who was stared at just shook her head looked at Ali and Kesya.

"Why do you cry dear ? try the same story papah." said Ali to Kesya who still hugged him tightly, can Ali feel his shoulders wet with tears Kesya.

"Dear, why...?" ali asked, but again Kesya did not answer.

With one move Ali carried Kesya and brought her into a room filled with various kinds of accessories smelling doraemonnya. Ali lowered Kesya on the edge of the bed, his eyes and nose were reddened. As soon as Ali felt furious, roughly who made her beloved girl could be like this.

"Well, Ke-Kesya Ke-Kesal.." Kesya with the voice of the people, the voice of the people,

"Who's sorry, dear ? try the same story papah"

"Everything... "

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