The Flower Down To The Heart
Hi Mah,
As Ali promised Kesya, today Ali came home early from his office. Actually it does not matter if Ali is free to go in and out of the office, because the office is his own. However, as a boss he should always set a good example for his employees.
This afternoon Ali invited Kesya to go to meet his mother, the woman who Ali and Kesya loved so much that they missed. As usual Kesya will be very happy if Ali invited him to this place, because this is where Kesya can meet, hug and kiss his mother even if only briefly.
Here they were, sitting in a small newspaper with mounds of land that had been overgrown with wild grass complete with tombstones in front of him. Yes, now they are in a tomb, a tomb with a gravestone that reads "Daughter Natalia". This is the grave of the mother of Kesya and certainly the tomb of Ali's wife as well. Since Kesya was born in the world Kesya has never seen the figure of the mother, until finally Ali promised to always bring Kesya kemakam his wife once a week. It's nothing, Ali just wants Kesya to know if she also has the figure of a mother like other friends, but the difference is that Kesya's mother can not always be with Kesya, can not always accompany Kesya like other children. At first Kesya did not understand Ali's intentions, but the more mature Kesya understood even though the mother would not always be with him but the mother would always keep him in a different place.
"Pah Kesya wants to love this yellow flower to mamah, will mamah like the yellow flower Kesya?"ask Kesya to her papa who was plucking the weeds that grew around the tomb of the wife,
"Of course, dear dong, surely mamah very fond of the flower. Moreover, the flower Kesya that gave. Papah also wants to love this rose for mamah." Ali said as he showed the bouquet of white roses he was carrying,
Kesya moved and approached the tombstone, "Yasah pah, Kesya want to put this flower here" said Kesya while leaning the yellow rose Prilly gave in the headstone. While Ali put a bouquet of flowers beside the Kesya flower.
"Now we go home yuk, it's afternoon. Next week we come here again." said Ali to Kesya who is still busy staring at the yellow roses in front of him. Like sincerely did not want Kesya to leave the rose.
"Darling, if you want the flowers just take it. Mamah must have been seneng kesya dateng, besides papah also already love roses too." Ali said while stroking his son's long hair,
"Nothing reward, Kesya want this flower kemamah only. If Kesya wants to be able to buy, but what if mamah ? when you buy yourself. Kesya kamamah aja kok." said Kesya made Ali let out tears, but soon brushed because he did not want Kesya to see him cry.
"Before returning home, Kesya prayed for mamah," without waiting for long Kesya immediately put his hand and pray for his beloved mamah. Ali stared at the little girl beside him, the little girl who grew up without the affection of a mother. It feels like Ali is looking for a new mother for Kesya so that Kesya can feel what a mother's affection feels like. But it seems that Ali's heart is still tightly closed and no one has been able to reopen it. His heart could not accept others because now his heart was still filled with his wife's almahrum.
"Papah Kesya has prayed" said Kesya to Ali, making Ali who was daydreaming to be jumped in shock.
"Oh, baby, we're home now."
"Mama, Kesya wants to go home first. Next week Kesya here again jengukin mamah. Dadah mamah, Kesya mamah." said Kesya then left his mama's tomb.
"Look dear, our son has grown into a very beautiful and adorable little girl." Ali then followed Kesya who had walked a little far from him.
"We go straight home, baby." Ali said when they were in the car. As usual, Kesya was only obedient to her papa. Ali started driving his fancy car home. He did not intend to invite Kesya to stop somewhere else, because the day was getting more and more.
During the journey home Kesya non-stop – hentinya talk, whether it's commenting on the place they passed or even telling how exciting when he played with his grandmother earlier. Kesya is indeed a type of child who is hyperactive and a little chatty of course, not upset or annoyed with the nature of Kesya even Ali really likes it, because the nature of Kesya decreases in the house of his wife. So when with Kesya Ali will feel the house is also on his side.
"Aren't you tired ? daritadi the story continues."sela Ali as Kesya takes a breath.
"Why reward, papah tired ya horrin Kesya talking ?"said Kesya with a sad look.
"Don't you, papah is just it. Papah likes it if the horror Kesya story, papah Kesya means not tired what from talking and not thirsty too?"said Ali then pulled out his car because the lights were red, looking at Kesya with a very sweet smile.
Kesya returned her papa smile with a smile that was no less sweet than her papa,"Oh.papah papah look at that..."Kesya shouted in excitement while pointing at something outside, Kesya slightly crouched on the car seat to make it easier to see something outside.
Ali held Kesya who almost fell and said, "Be careful, Kesya see what the hell ?"ask Ali while looking for the direction that Kesya pointed.
"That's a reward, that flower is rich the flower that brother Pirlly loves to Kesya, but it's red anyway."It turned out that Kesya pointed to the florist who was stopping beside Ali's car. Looks like that guy worked at Fresh Flower because the uniform he was wearing was the same one that Prilly was wearing this morning.
Jesus ! now that Ali remembered something, he told her he would come to the store and pay for all the flowers. After the lights turned green Ali did not turn his car to the right but remained straight. Yes, now Ali will go to Fresh flowers to pay interest on his order first.
"Why we go to work Prilly brother, papah forgot not to pay papah order flowers." Ali said to Kesya with a gaze that can not be separated with the street in front of him.
"Bigger, I want to see the flowers of Pirlly's sister." cried Kesya jubilant.
After a few minutes, Ali's car stopped in front of the flower shop, but the store was closed. A woman locked the door of the store. Ali immediately got out of the car leaving Kesya inside and approached the woman.
"Excuse me, the shop's closed, huh ?"
"Sir, can I help you?"said the woman who was none other than Dilla.
"I'd like to pay my order interest but it turns out the shop's closed."
"I'm sorry sir the store closed early because there was a small problem. I'm sorry, was my father named Aliandra ?"dilla asked a little doubtfully.
"It's really me, so why ?"tanya Ali was confused, because Dilla knew Ali while Ali was the first to see him.
"Okay, then excuse me. Thank you." Ali said, then left Dilla and got back in the car.
"Why was Kesya left behind ?"ask Kesya with her lips to Ali who is putting on a seat belt.
"The shop's closed, baby, tomorrow we'll be here again. It's time to go home."
"Good reward." answered Kesya. Then Ali drove his car to his mansion.
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Tonight Prilly is on her stomach with a laptop in front of her. This is Prilly's habit, after that he always watched Korean dramas from his laptop. Goblin, that Korean drama that Prilly chose to accompany her tonight. I don't know what the reason is until he really likes Korean drama, starting from Dilla's invitation to accompany him to watch Korean drama, until now he turned into a Korean drama addict.
Laughing, crying, angry, sometimes out of Prilly spontaneously while watching a Korean drama. In fact, he once skipped college because his eyes were swollen due to crying all night just for watching a Korean drama.
The end, the writing appeared on Prilly's laptop screen along with her phone that read. Immediately Prilly jumped from his bed and went to the dresser where the phone was placed.
+628123456789 calling...
A new number on the screen of his phone, with one touch Prilly shifted the screen of his phone and then brought the phone closer to his ear.
"Hallo"
"Hallo, good night."he heard a male voice from across the street.
"Good night, sorry who is this?"prilly asked the man who called him, because he did not know the number and also did not know who the owner of the voice was.
"I'm Aliandra, is this true with Prilly?"said the man, it was Ali who called him. Aliandra ordered the flowers this morning.
"Yes my own. What's the matter, sir, calling me ?"prilly asked confusedly as he crawled back onto his soft bed.
"So I came to the store, the intention was to pay for flowers but the store was closed. So I was told to call you." explains Ali.
"So there was a bit of a problem with the store so I decided to close the store early" Prilly explained.
"May I ask for his account number, tomorrow I will transfer."ask Ali.
"By, I'll text you in the details as well as my account number."
"Good Prill" Ali said. But now there is a noise from across there, like the sound of a child shouting – screams calling his name. Prilly thought it was Kesya.
"Sorry Prill earlier, Kesya from earlier wanted to talk to you do you want ?"ali asked with a bit of hesitation.
"Of course you want, who refuses to talk to a very cute little girl" Prilly said with a little laugh.
"Hallo Mr. Pirlly." said Kesya from there.
"Hallo baby, why would you want to talk to Prilly?"
"Why do you want yellow flowers again, tomorrow Mr Pirlly come to the house Kesya bring flowers for Kesya ?"
"Yes tomorrow Brother Prilly brought yellow flowers to Kesya. Oiya it's been Kesya's night why haven't you slept ?"prilly asked because the clock had shown at 21:58 wib.
"Kesya was going to sleep, but Kesya was horrified by her call brother Pirlly so Kesya samperin deh."
"Oh so, now Kesya sleeps tomorrow morning brother Prilly comes to the house Kesya bring flowers."
"Every sister Pirlly, good night."
"Night too dear." said Prilly and then pressed the red button on the screen of his phone. Put his sophisticated phone on a table located next to him and began to sharpen his eyes to move to the dream lam.
