The Flower Down To The Heart

Handsome Duda

"Grandma flower Kesya pretty right?" tanya Kesya who was sitting on Rosa's lap with 4 roses in her hand, it seems that Kesya is now starting to become a flower-addicted little girl.

"Beautiful, I think you are beautiful." replied Rosa who made Kesya smile sweetly.

Rosa looked at her favorite granddaughter as happily as she got the flower. Kesya always had a lot of time with family, but she was a little less time to get to know the outside world. Ali often invites Kesya to go outside when the holidays arrive, but even then it must be very short, because according to Ali the outside world is not good for girls as small as Kesya. Rosa is eager to invite her favorite granddaughter to go for a walk like a child in general who is free to play here and there, but what is the power of Rosa's body that is getting older causes her to get tired easily.

"Grandfather, said papah kak Pirlly have a lot of lo flowers." Kesya said with sparkling eyes,

"What a pity ? how much is it ?" ask Rosa curiously,

"No idea yesterday Kesya was invited to Pirlly's store, but the shop was closed" said Kesya with a slightly moody face, but,

"Oh that, surely next time ask Kesya really. So do not be sad." comfort Rosa to her favorite grandson,

Rosa looked slightly at the wall clock behind her, it showed at 11:35 pm, it was a sign that it was time for Kesya to take a nap. Rosa took Kesya down from her lap and said, "Unfortunately old man, it's time for Kesya to go bad. Tomorrow it will be Kesya school, so now Kesya bobok first let tomorrow the school spirit." said Rosa who was given a nod by Kesya

Rosa leads Kesya's tiny hands to the Kesya room, a room dominated by sky blue complete with doraemon stickers attached there. Rows of doraemon dolls are also neatly arranged on a shelf beside the closet.

Rosa helped Kesya up the bed and pulled the blanket and then wrapped it on Kesya to the neckline . Before leaving her favorite granddaughter, do not forget Rosa kissed her favorite grandson's forehead. After it was felt Kesya had begun to sleepy Rosa left Kesya and it really did not take long now she was asleep.

***

Seen a handsome man was sitting on the chair of his pride, his eyes never separated from the sophisticated laptop in front of him. Every day in the office Ali spent his time sitting and wrestling with the work that piled up, even occasionally he overtime to finish his work.

Tok tok tok tok

"Get in." said Ali a little glance at who came. The door opened showing a slightly blond young woman in slightly tight clothes, especially on her buttocks and chest.

"What's Mir ?"ali asked her sexy secretary without taking her eyes off the laptop in front of her.

"I'm just saying it's lunchtime sir, don't you want to go out for lunch ?."Mira walked with a centile towards Ali, making Ali who saw him a little uncomfortable with Mira's behavior.

"Thank you for reminding Mir, please you can get out" said Ali as Mira got closer, until finally Mira walked towards the door. I don't know how many times Ali reminded Mira to dress more modestly, but still Mira dressed like that. The clothes are already good, neat, and long, but the clothes are too tight so that it will be clearly visible curves.

Mira is centile but not everyone, but for work problems Ali can give 4 thumbs up for him even more. He is a disciplined, diligent, and certainly professional. As much as possible Ali should be able to defend Mira, yes even though he sometimes feels uncomfortable made.

So busy with work, Ali forgot that it was lunchtime. Without tidying up his work Ali walked out to just fill his belly. His feet continued to walk down the sidewalk around his office. Ali used to walk to a mini-resto near his office.

Ali began to enter this mini resto, his eyes circulated to fill this resto to find an empty place. But he didn't seem to find an empty table.

"Well, what day is this ? tumben once there is no empty table." muttered Ali as he watched his surroundings. Until his eyes were fixed on the empty chair next to the woman sitting.

Ali walked up to the woman, intending to ask her permission so that she could sit next to him. Ali slightly dispelled her sense of prestige for the sake of the stomach.

"Excuse me, ma'am ? can I sit here for a minute?" ali asked the woman who was enjoying a plate of salad in front of him.

"May you ma.." said the woman depending on who the man asked her to speak to.

"Sir Ali."

"Prilly" said Ali and Prilly..

"Who is Ali here?" prilly asked, wiping his mouth with a piece of tissue, just in case his mouth was blown away.

"I want to eat, but the fitting came was full when the cravings are usually full like this" said Ali pulled a chair in front of him and landed his ass there. Groped his advanced phone out of his pants pocket and put down the desk.

Prilly was a little embarrassed after hearing Ali's answer, yes Ali would want to eat. This is a restaurant so anyone who comes to this restaurant would want to eat instead of swimming. What a stupid question Prilly.

"Oh yes hehehe. Today's rame because there's that..." Prilly pointed to a bunch of young people who how in the corner of the restaurant, a group of young people seemed to be celebrating a birthday.

"Wah already know mini resto time made ngerayain birthday, there are – there aja tuh them sepetro no other place." Ali said as he shook his head,

"Maybe you have no money sir, better celebrate in a small place than not celebrate at all sir. Hahaha," said Prilly with a hint of echoing laughter,

Ali raised his right hand and said, "Oh yes Prill, today you have delivered flowers to Kesya yet ? don't forget, because I don't want to see Kesya sad." said Ali warning, it seems Ali does not like the things that will make Kesya sad.

"Good then, thanks to Prill. Kesya likes yellow roses because yellow roses are my wife's favorite flower, but not only flowers, all items are yellow he would like and now the nature is declining in his son, he said, Kesya." said Ali with his own face,

"Sama-sama sir. Oh so. Sorry sir I don't know that your wife is no longer there" said Prilly felt guilty for bringing up a little memory of the wife.

"It's okay."

Not a few minutes after Ali raised his hand, came a man with a tray that was slightly large in his hand. The waiter approached Ali and placed a steak plate complete with french fries and orange juice in front of him. "Good meal, Ali" said the waiter before leaving Ali's desk.

Prilly stared strangely at the waiter's departure, "Don't Mr. Ali have not ordered yet?" prilly asked a little confused, the article came an hour Ali immediately invited him to speak and did not directly order food, did he order by telepathy ?

"Haha indeed I have not ordered, all the servants here have memorized with me. So, every time I come they will make lunch for me and if I raise my hand like that it's a sign that I want the food to be delivered my shirt immediately." explained Ali,

"Can that be it?"

"It could, maybe because I am a loyal customer of this restaurant so all employees already know my taste. If you, often also eat here ?" Ali said as he occasionally stuffed the steak into his mutule,

Not much different from Ali, Prilly also occasionally included vegetable salad gulutnya, "I rarely come here, incidentally my stomach was already starting a demo for food so I decided to stop by for a while deh."

"Oh that's it."

After Ali's short answer, there were no more voices from the two of them, there were only the sounds of spoons clashing with plates. Now they focus more on their own food, it seems not the questions they need but food to fill their empty stomach.

After no food was left on their plates, Ali said no to return to the office and Prilly went back to the store.

The brief encounter that managed to make Prilly's heart flutter. Face to face with a handsome widower makes his heart want to be dislodged from its place. Plus the short chats that made Prilly pound even more, it seemed like Prilly was starting to get fascinated with Ali's good looks. But, does Prilly deserve to love Ali ? and does Ali love Prilly too ?

Basically loving it can be. We have the right to love or admire someone. But remember if we love someone who does not love us, be prepared if your heart will be hurt.

***

*I admire you, since the first time I saw you...

Starting from a brief look with you...

I don't know if I deserve to admire you...

Admire handsome men in an instant...

Quiet, man,

Maybe I should admire you in silence,

Keep this taste deep...

To hold all this admiration in your heart...

I'm afraid I'll get hurt, though,

If I reveal it...

I was afraid I would get hurt, too,

If I don't reveal it*...

"Oh my God, what is this poem ? So ugly, why else would I write like this ? Alay and no quality." Prilly cursed at him who suddenly wrote an ambiguous poem into his small note, which he wrote,

Since returning home from lunch, Prilly has returned to the store. Instead of helping Dilla who was a little lost to take care of the store, Prilly instead went to her private room. Quiet yourself while occasionally fantasizing.

"Kok I became strange like this anyway, because of the good looks of Mr. Ali I became like this, where the widower again. Handsome widower with one baby." Prilly ruffled her hair slowly and went into the bathroom, washing her face might make her feel better.

Out with a fresh looking face and a more presentable appearance. The slightly disheveled hair had now turned neat. Instead of going out and going to the store to help Dilla, Prilly instead sat back in the lounge chair facing the window and daydreamed again.

Daydreaming, fantasizing and imagining, that's what Prilly is doing now.