THE MUSE S3
BB 2
...DAISIES...
...The epitome of simplicity, purity, and sincerity...
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the soft sound of copper bells welcomed the arrival of a girl to a flower shop. He groped the door handle to close it again. His eyes looked blankly, but his smile was so sweet.
“Where are you from, Darling?” asked a middle-aged woman gently. He put back the scissors as well as some flower stalks on the plastic tray.
“Lily went to buy bread and chocolate milk, Bi,” Lily replied as she lifted a brown paper bag containing her breakfast this morning.
“Still warm?”
“Of course, Auntie would like to try it? Bread made by Aunt Joel is very good,” asked Lily back, she was weaving a stick before stepping forward. The girl was short-sighted, almost totally blind, her visibility was probably only an inch. It was blurry, so he needed a cane to help him walk. Checking whether or not there are objects that will interfere with his footsteps.
“Come, Darling!” Helen took her niece to sit down.
Lily touched the seat before shaking her butt comfortably. While Helen, she heads to the pantry behind her shop, looking for something on the storage shelf.
“Tumben Aunty came so early?” Lily took out a bottle of chocolate milk as well as some steaming croisant bread. Since her husband's departure a month ago, Helen has often been late to the store, visiting the tomb first.
“There's something Aunt wants to tell you, Ly.” The fat woman returned to Lily's presence with a bottle of chocolate sauce and honey. Lily shifted her position, preparing to listen.
“Money or chocolate?”
“Both.” Lily's smile, so sweet, Helen almost cried when she saw a smile on Lily's beautiful face.
Helen tries to toughen up, she does not want to look fragile in front of Lily. No matter how Lily had healed, at least that was what this old woman believed all along.
“You are not afraid of fat?” sergeant Helen, but he still poured both sweet and concentrated liquid on the croisant.
“No, Bi. I'm more afraid of hunger.” Sister Lily.
Once again, Helen looked towards her nephew. Staring at the beautiful woman was a goal. In the past, his brilliant zambrut round eyes always amazed Helen. Unfortunately, those eyes could no longer see clearly. His light began to dim, covered by the blur of the past.
The incident a year ago made the girl have to lose her sense of sight. He was traumatized and kept feeling sad. Lily often tries to end her own life. Helen who helped him up, raised Lily's heart. Loving her as a child.
Now Lily has managed to get rid of depression and fear after a year after the incident. Maybe right now, there's no harm in going back to town, bringing Lily back with her parents.
“Well, Dear ... Aunty doesn't know where to start?!” Helen was long. His lips were clenched, his throat as if it was stuck.
“What Aunt will go?” Lily poured some hot chocolate milk into the cup, giving one to Helen and another to her. Lily could already guess, sooner or later Helen would definitely leave.
“True, Sister Rose will have a baby next month. As a mother, Aunt should accompany her and help Sister Rose to take care of her child.” Helen stroked the back of Lily's hand, saying her plan was as gentle as possible.
“When Aunty will leave?” Lily lowered her head, it was hard to let go of the aunt who had been taking care of her for the past year. Only Helen was willing to take in a disabled girl like her. Caring for, guiding, and directing his heart until it recovers. Helen also teaches Lily flower arranging skills, giving the poor girl some income.
“Do you want to come back to town, honey? You're cured, there's nothing to fear anymore.” Helen stroked Lily's long reddish-brown hair and curls.
“No, Aunty!” exclaim Lily loudly, “Lily does not want to go back there again! Nah! Lily did not. Lily wants to stay here.” Lily's face paled when she imagined she had to return to her hometown. Back to that place full of bitter memories.
Lily started sobbing, making Helen feel guilty. Getting Lily back to the city is tantamount to telling a sad story and picking up old wounds. Lily lost everything in that town a year ago. Her crown, her baby, her vision, her parents' affection, her future.
Helen bit her lips, how foolish she had proposed it to Lily.
“How old are you this year, Son?”
“Nineteen years,” replied Lily.
“You're an adult, Lily. You can decide everything by yourself. Aunty shouldn't have told you to go back there.” Helen smiled, she patted Lily on the shoulder to calm her down.
“Hiks ... Lily's gonna be here, Auntie. Take care of this flower shop. Caring for the flowers that are here.” Lily rubbed the corner of her watery eyes.
“Of course, Lily. You're so talented at flower arranging. I don't have to worry about leaving these flowers because you're here.” Helen took a long breath. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let Lily take care of the store. Although blind, Lily is not a spoiled girl who asks for pity. All this time he was so independent also diligent work. Almost all flower shop orders are done by Lily.
Lily loves the art of flower arranging. The bouquet of flowers that it strives to always make the customer satisfied. The girl would smell the scent of flowers to find out what kind of flowers were in her hands. He was also able to distinguish the colors of the flowers from a very close distance.
“Aunti is actually fretting leaving you alone.” Helen hugged Lily.
“Lily will be better alone here than with many people in the city, Bi.” Lily held that warm embrace tightly.
“Iya, Aunty knows. Noir or Bella can help you anyway. Don't hesitate to ask them for help, Ly. You're the same age, aren't you?” Helen looked at Lily while holding back her tears.
There are many neighbors who are willing to help Helen watch and help Lily if she needs something. Helen doesn't have to worry. Lily will be fine.
“Do not eat late and be careful when walking. Don't fall, don't stumble.” Helen cupped Lily's cheek, giving her a wudge for the sake of the banter as if Lily was a five-year-old.
“Iya, yes, Bi. Lily's not a kid anymore. Lily can take care of herself.” Lily nodded in understanding.
“Don't forget to call Auntie if you're sick or need something,” Helen said with emphasis.
“Aibi also do not forget to write a letter to Lily.”
“Of course, Honey. Of course.”
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