The Flower Down To The Heart

Aneh

*Today I felt something different...

Never, ever looked at him longer...

At first it was common, the more different the day became...

The vibration is no longer the same...

Can you see the secret of my eyes,

Can you feel what I feel here inside,

Iam falling in love with you...

I should have said love, though,

Kuragu said it

I'm falling in love with you*...

Prilly's melodious voice echoed in this room filled with flowers. The room is not too large where to store various types of flowers before being moved to the store for sale. Whether the devil possessed Prilly today, song after song he always chanted with his sweet voice. Mugkin if the flowers – flowers in this room can talk, surely Prilly will get a lot of praise for her sweet voice.

"Awhhh.." cried Prilly when her hand was accidentally hit by a thorn from a rose stalk,

"Ash, why the hell am I today ? looks like I'm getting weird, from the morning singing continues, making the focus of work." Prilly muttered to herself as she wiped a bit of blood coming out of her hand,

Not only has Prilly changed a little this morning, but since yesterday when she finished lunch with Ali. Yesterday his hand suddenly wrote a super-super silly poem in his notes, now it's his mouth's turn to chant love songs. It seems that Prilly is now more and more infatuated with the charm of Ali.

"Do I like this because I am fascinated by Ali's charm ? how is this ? you know Pril just liked it. You stupid Prill, you*****." said Prilly told himself,

"But who tries to be infatuated with Ali, already handsome, his body is sturdy and stocky, cool, well established, yes although a widower but still cool really cool." Prilly said as she dreamed of how handsome Ali was.

While being engrossed in imagining Ali, Prilly's phone rang. With a little annoyance Prilly took the phone and saw who was calling.

"Alright if the phone is not important, I will die." said Prilly stopped when he saw the name who called him. Both of Prilly's eyeballs glared at him trying to ascertain who called him, now his heart is beating twice as fast as usual. With a slightly shaky hand Prilly shifted the green screen on her phone screen and then brought her ears closer.

"Hallo"

"Hallo, Assalamualaikum Prill." the voice was clearly heard in Prilly's ear, the voice of the handsome man she was now admiring,

"Waalaikumsalam sir, can I help you ?"

"Today have you delivered flowers order Kesya?" as soon as Ali's words put Prilly's heart down, Prilly thought Ali called her because she had business with him, uh apparently.

"Not yet sir, this is again I ready the flowers." Prilly looked at his watch, "About 1 hour I'll drop off the pack."

"Okay sir, I'll take you to my father's house" answered Prilly briefly,

"Then I close the phone. Thank ye. Assalamualaikum."

"Either. The waalaikumsalam."

After the connection was interrupted, Prilly put the phone back to its original location. His mouth did not stop grumbling indistinctly, even now he saw his slightly pursed lips.

Suddenly the door was opened, from behind it appeared Dilla with her hands ruffled waist, her jaw slightly hardened looking at her boss, while Prilly who saw the expression of her best friend was a little grim.

"Why do you Dil ? it's his face."

"Why why, ma'am boss why ? he said he would take flowers, but long for mercy. I know I don't know the boss, outside of a lot of customers. Well the boss mom is even engrossed here, where are the flowers ? how many bosses from now ? basket ? or how many baskets ?" nagging Dilla to her boss, it seems like only Dilla dares to berate her own boss without any fear.

"Tuh.." point Prilly at some of the flowers on the table.

"Gosh, boss, isn't that wrong ?." Dilla patted her eel, Dilla's jaw looked increasingly hardened to see the behavior of the boss, where it could be hours just get a few flower stalks. That boss has been a little weird lately.

"Bu boss said that anyway, from earlier time only got that much anyway. Mending I just took and neaten the flowers, must have gotten a lot. God has a boss gini very, if not my boss's best friend I've thrown a boss's scissors." when Dilla was engrossed in anger vaguely sounding a small ruckus coming out of Prilly's mouth, not angry or vengeful to his friend, but he laughed amusedly. His best friend is very funny when he is angry.

"Don't be angry, the beauty will fade." Entertain Prilly while poking the chin of his best friend,

Dilla brushed off Prilly's hand, "Who wouldn't be angry if the boss tried, sometimes late, sometimes diligent, sometimes lazy." replied Dilla ketus, who was not angry,

"I use it to make it good" said Prilly. Saying "Me" ,"You" Dilla and Prilly always use when working, and beyond that "Gue","Lo".

"Gue felt there was something strange about me, Dill, since then I've been like a really silly person who knows no."

"Taken that moment ? what time ?" ask Dilla curiously.

"Yes, it was the time I met him, the time I knew him."

"He ? Who is he ? if you speak clearly dong, do not beat around like this, I guess I'm a psychic who knows what. Do not make people curious about sins know not!" again Dilla was struck by a sense of curiosity and wonder because of Prilly's speech.

"Who makes a sin person curious? itumah wits lo aja Dilla."

"Say, people, the word stone! if I wasn't told I wouldn't talk like this either."

"Here you go, the store closes early and later at night you have to sleep in my house, okay ? I'll tell you everything the same, from the beginning until the end anyway I'm the same story lo. About clothes do not need to be confused, just wear my clothes as usual. And now it's time to work, so it's not good to tell stories. Because time is precious, remember it !" said Prilly waltzing away leaving Dilla in a room filled with these flowers.

"Lu who is wasting his time knows! Fucking amnesiac boss, good luck to my boss you, otherwise I'm watching you Pril Prill !" dilla's slight yell heard by Prilly made Prilly laugh a little in her path.

Dilla grabbed the scissors and tidied back the flowers that Prilly had tidied up a few. One by one the flowers began to be neat with his hands, unlike Prilly who did it with a long time with little results, but Dilla instead the opposite.