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Tamu
Tired of being home alone, I decided to look at the flower shop.
After bathing I choose a knee-length peach dress with high heels in calm color. I booked a taxi online that was waiting in front.
“Pak to kenanga street,” my door to the taxi driver. I leaned my body in the back seat.
Arriving there I could already see Aqilla was busy checking out the flowers in the shop.
“Hai, busy nih,” my god on Aqilla, he's my best friend who helped develop my flower shop.
“You are, anywhere” is upset, “You must once ignore my entire message,”
I just grinned while putting on an innocent face.
“Sorry,”
“What kind of friend are you, can make me anxious, you know all looking for you,” babble while putting lily flowers.
“They're here?” my many.
“Keep where else,” reply Aqilla who keep showering me with various questions.
“Where do you live?”
I glanced at him for a moment, afraid he would yell if I told him about staying at a foreign man's house.
“You still don't answer,” repeat.
I let out my sweetest smile while helping her tidy up the flowers.
“Your smile will not be able to treat my curiosity,”
“Don't nag, his friend again heartbroken too,” my protest justifies the position of the flowers that are still not neat.
“You are truly heartbroken,” Aqilla is looking at me with a full view of the search.
I clenched his forehead softly, “So you think I'm sincere?”
“Yes not really, if I'm in your position I've also clawed them,”
I just chuckled at Aqilla's fiery behavior while demonstrating about to pounce on the prey.
“So where do you live? At the hotel?”
I shook my head still by moving the white rose to the front.
“Then, you don't make me curious,” her urges adorablely, I like to see her curious.
“Olivia,” screams.
“Duh don't scream,”
“After you've been busy yourself,”
“I live with a handsome man,” reply I immediately chuckled at his response.
Aqilla widened her mouth with perfectly bulging eyes.
“Do not joke,”
“What my face looks like is joking,”
He researched me from fingernail to head, “I just woke up,”
“What?”
“You wear an expensive dress with a different appearance,” the thrill while turning my body to check my new appearance.
“Beauty yes,”
“Olivia,” call him in low tone.
I turned to him, “Iya why?”
“You did not become a mistress of a rich man because of a broken heart,”
I choked, wanting to brainwash her so as not to think as she pleased.
“You think I'm crazy, yeah don't,”
Aqilla took a deep breath by stroking the typical chest of the mother, so I chuckled at her behavior.
Finally I told in detail about my new place with its residents, Aqilla listened carefully sometimes she cried out in shock sometimes mangosteen understand my explanation.
“I didn't expect,”
“Why?”
“Forget it Brian, he must be much more handsome,”
I glanced at her who was already blown away before looking directly at her.
“However Brian was first love, and they were nobody but good people God sent to help me,”
“Sorry,”
I nodded while looking at the small note containing the order of the bouquets to be delivered.
“I'll drop off the order,”
“No need you still heartbroken, I'm afraid you bumped,” her busy reply with yellow sunflowers.
“You are indeed the best friend,” I embrace him who immediately got scorned.
“You only praise if need,”
I stare one by one at the full flower shop, I miss the smell and the beautiful shape. My flower shop always keeps me up.
My eyes caught an online taxi that stopped in front of the store, a middle-aged woman clad in fashionable fashion got out of the car.
“Mama,”
I just kept quiet, feeling my wet shoulder being exposed to her tears.
“I'm sorry Mama,” She let go of her hug then touched my face.
“Mama, forgive Oliv,”
“You Wherever, Son,”
Mama Bella researched the clothes I was wearing, “You're getting beautiful,”
“Mama,” I hugged her back tightly, a figure I miss a lot but I was too sick to go back to that house. All the corners remind memories with Ella and Brian.
“Go home, babe,”
“Sorry, Olivia can't go home yet,”
“Why?”
Mama Bella saw a clear circle that began to drip from both of my eyes.
“Mama apologizes if the time was hard with Oliv, Mama was just dizzy not being able to choose one,” said Mama Bella with my hand.
“I understand Ella needs Brian, which is why I chose to go,”
“But.”
“Ma please understand, Oliv has not been able to see them together in front of Oliv's eyes,” explained me by wiping the wet clear circles.
“Then where do you live?”
“I'm fine, Ma but Oliv can't tell Mama now,”
Mama Bella looked at me with sad eyes and then she sat down for a while.
“Ella didn't mean to hurt you, Oliv,”
I turned my face away, not ready to hear about Ella and Brian. Bodo time with them because I was already disappointed, instead of being calmer even just makes me feel like putting orange juice on the wound, sore.
“Olivia,” Mama Bella touched my shoulder.
“Ma, let Oliv calm the heart,”
“Alright, Mom saying goodbye,” reply Mama Bella by gently tucking my forehead.
Mama Bella rushed into the taxi until it disappeared from my sight.
“Oliv, don't be sad,” entertain Aqilla who had been listening to the chatter of me and Mama Bella.
I forced a smile then busied myself with the flowers.
***
In another room Daffan was still busy paying attention to the beauty of his wife which was clearly visible in the photo. He smiled to himself, remembering all the behavior of his wife that he missed.
“Jen to my room,” his orders on the phone.
Jeni immediately entered the room.
“Father call me,”
“Please clear my schedule for the next three hours, I have business,”
“Good, Sir,” said Jeni then rushed outside the room.
Daffan grabbed a suit that was on the sofa of his study, then he stepped away.
He took his car through a traffic jam that showed cars lined up at red lights.
“There is something to help,” my word is friendly when the car owner comes down.
“Daffan,”
“You're here?” he said no less surprised.
“Iya, this is my flower shop,”
“Oh, yes I have ordered lily flowers,”
“Good to be prepared,” reply I smiled then passed lily flower arrangement.
“The flower ban is ready,” I said by giving the order.
He received flowers from my hand and handed me some red sheets.
“Thank you,” I said without daring to ask.
Actually I wonder why I bought flowers, if he already has a replacement for his wife. Men quickly turn away.
Daffan stopped his car in front of a lavish funeral that was far enough from his office, he went down with his wife's favorite lily.
“How are you darling, I brought your favorite flower,” he said on top of Alya's grave.
“Honey at our house there is a girl your sister brought, I think your sister is starting to fall in love, are you happy?”
He rubbed the headstone that read Alya Lusiana's name, looking at her longingly.
“Honey the attitude of the girl is similar to yours,” he continued while remembering his wife.
For half an hour Daffan spoke to his wife's grave, as if he were chatting with Alya.
Daffan loves Alya so much, he always remembers every detail of the day they spent together.
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