The RoofTop Girl's

When the Rose Speaks

Sonia

"Assalamualaikum, mother amak." He knocked on the front door, and there was the sound of a rampage from inside that was moved to open the door, the eyes of ravenous sparkling to see him back home.

"What is this Son, how much is right." Amak grabbed his luggage and put it on the table.

"From her mother Brother Dimas."

"God, it's true that their son loves this much food."

Agil who came out of the room, followed to help amak dismantle the luggage and immediately shouted hysterically.

"Alhamdulillah, the prayer of Agil is granted by Allah mak, horeeee."

"What the hell is Gil." He who had wanted to go into the room turned around again to see Agil who was shouting.

"Said sir ustad Hannan in the mosque yesterday, Allah will grant every prayer offered especially at the time of prostration, well last bowed prayer magrib was Agil asked for Agil's gun, uh directly granted, well, agil's gun is back." The boy held up the toy gun that had given Dimas his leg high into the air.

"That's the name of sustenance son, if the sustenance is not going, the sustenance that has been determined by God can not be changed let alone reduced, therefore we do not need to worry about sustenance, so we do not need to worry about sustenance, look at Mukena amak also back."

He put on a strong smile, sometimes happy is simple, and the size of everyone's happiness is also different, just look amak and Agil happy like it has made his chest airy, forgive Gil, uni Gil, amok.

After cleaning himself, he laid his body on the mattress, just remembered he had not even said thanks for giving Dimas's leg to Amak and Agil, however it is not nice if you do not say thank you for seeing happy amak and Agil like that.

[Thank you for the gift to Amak and Agil]

sent...

Just wanted to put the phone on the table, the flat object was ringing loudly, he had to sigh when he saw the contact who called, the habit of the man, never reply to the message with a message as well.

Not a good thing, talking to a man at this hour, makes him nervous not to pick up the phone call, the phone stops, but the next second vibrates again, until the fourth phone call he finally picked it up as well.

"Older cocks." There was the sound of brother Dimas at the end of the phone, making him have to massage his forehead to accept the habit of the man who never said hello first.

"The size is right for amak?"

"Yes, thanks. This promise is the last, do not love any more gifts to Amak and Agil." Her speech.

"Hey, didn't we agree earlier, let brother try first."

"But not by giving them something like that." His rebuttal justifies that Dimas was allowed to try to seize his heart, leaving him instantly speechless.

"It's late, I hung up, Assalamualaikum." Quickly he turned off the phone and put it on the table, his face suddenly pias with red blushing cheeks.

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Dimpled

"Getishalight." He said on a disconnected phone line.

"Good sleep Sonia, beautiful dream." His smile on the phone is held even though it is clear the girl will not hear it again.

This is what it's like to fight for love, just like riding a roller coaster, his heart is racing, his adrenaline is challenged, and your heart don't ask, he could even smile to himself even though there was no wind, no rain.

***

The hot weather that afternoon, did not dampen his spirit to go around looking for something, something that the girl loved, especially if not roses.

He stopped right in front of the stall of live flower plants, wailing to find the plant in question but could not find.

"Search for widows sir?" The staff approached him.

Hah, I'm looking for flowers not for widows, crazy...

"You're breaking the trend right now, sir."

And he became even more astonished at the unbelief, which is true, already a widowed woman. This kiosk is completely insane.

"Sorry you sold the widow?" He frowned sharply while squinting his eyes.

"Yes sir, widow of the latest variant, with a hole size of 2.5 cm." The kiosk employee grabbed a flower pot of a kind of keladi plant with a hollow leaf in the middle.

He smiled as he stroked his nose to find that what the store clerk meant was the name of the plant, not a real widow.

"I'm looking for rose mas not jan-da bo long." He said then while glancing at the plant called broad widow by the staff of the stall.

"Oh, is the rose on the back of the pack, to make a bouquet of flowers?"

"No no, I want a living rose complete with its potted pot."

"Oh, come with me sir." He followed the steps of the store clerk into the backward part of the kiosk. Sure enough, there are so many variants of roses, there are small flower sizes to the largest, with a variety of petal colors.

He could not imagine if Sonia was invited here, would be very happy to see hundreds of beautiful lined roses.

"Please choose which one you want."

He nodded and walked slowly around the rose, and finally the choice fell on a pink rose with large petals and a little durinya.

"Hey pretty roses, let's work together, tell my girl later, that I love her so much, don't keep me waiting too long."

"Can you say it?"

"Good, I trust you, you're reliable." He slightly touched the petals of the flower until the stalk slightly swayed.

"Sorry sir, are you talking to the roses?" Suddenly the store clerk was standing right behind him with a stunned face, making him shocked not to play, misbehavior, he scrambled his back hair.

"There was someone who told me that plants could respond to sounds." His words were crisp withstanding shame.

"After I did too, but did not tell the roses so the matchmaker also times sir." The store clerk clearly held back a laugh as he stared at the brown uniform he was wearing with the IPTU DIMAS PRAYOGA nameplate plastered on the right chest.

Well, he must have wanted to say that I'm a crazy cop...

"Please deliver this flower to the address I gave you earlier." Flat talk.

"Ready sir, good luck sir, I wish you well." The shopkeeper pointed two thumbs in the air.

"Thank you." He nodded and patted the back of the man he was expecting to be in his thirties.

To be Continue...

happy reading's...

throw roses also dong for othor hahaaaaa, the envy of the same cave Sonia who loved the same flower pack polici....😂😂😂🙏🙏🙏🙏