Wound Spot

Raypaskal Pasha Shahjaan

June 30 was the birthday of Azka, her husband. For four years of marriage, never once did Aira forget that special day and of course celebrate it.

But only today Aira forgot to prepare a birthday gift as well as a surprise for her husband. Because of her busyness at the flower shop her husband gave her, Aira did not have time to prepare this special day.

The flower shop that has been running for 2 years, the more crowded the day. A strategic place and of course the crafts of its employees are always promotional updates on social media, making it a flower shop increasingly known in crowded hallayak.

Not to forget that her husband also promoted her flower shop. Several times when there is an office event or even on there is an order from her husband's coworkers, reservations must be in her store.

After seeing the numbers showing at 4pm, Aira rushed over to tidy up her desk and walked out of her room.

"Ci, I have business outside. Maybe not back in the store again. Cici's closing the store, yeah." Said Aira to her employees who had worked when the first year store opened.

"Ready, bbak. Hand this noble assignment to Cici Paramita." With a big smile she showed her teeth.

"Jude, I'm leaving, yeah. Assalamualaikum."

In front of the store there is already a taxi order that will deliver it to the shopping center in the city center. The plan today, she will give a surprise to her husband in the form of a gift that she has never given before.

During the trip, Aira had already gotten what kind of gift she would give her beloved husband. Aira is not a typical unplanned woman. Everything, he had listed before he did anything.

15 Minutes away, he finally reached his destination. After paying the taxi fee, Aira immediately walked into the shopping center and passed several famous brand stores.

The destination this time is on the 3rd floor where at the time of the trip, he had been searching on some stores that he thought were best.

And the choice was to go to the store that sold the bolpoint that she would present to her husband. Why bolpoint? because of the gift she gave her husband before on a shirt, tie, shoes.

Aira entered the shop and went around looking around about which ballpoint pen she gave.

As he walked around, his eyes were fixed on two bolpoints that were side by side in the display case with the same accent but different colors.

"Please take a look, Mother." Said the shopkeeper who was standing guard that afternoon.

Aira smiled in response to the words of the shopkeeper earlier while looking at the closer the bolpoint caught her attention. The look of Aira's eyes was fixed on two kinds of ballpoints that were side by side with colors that attracted her attention.

Gold and gray.

The shopkeeper explained the ballpoint pen in front of him along with its advantages. Aira nodded in understanding but was still worried about choosing which ballpoint pen because both of them were very beautiful according to her.

"It's a shame to judge him, mbak."

Aira frowned hearing the words of someone behind her who was clearly speaking to her. Aira turned her head and saw a man who had almost the same posture as her husband.

Aira was weighing and thinking of guessing the man in front of her, because the face of this man was not foreign to her.

"Well remember my face?" Turn Aira's brain trying to remember her. Aira's expression like that made the man in front of her powerless to hold back a smile.

"Ah..mas Pasha, right!" Obviously when he has remembered and is 100 percent sure of his guess.

Pasha nodded steadily and breathed a sigh of relief as the woman in front of her could still remember her.

Raypaskal Pasha Shahjaan, his name. Her husband's best friend in college. Both studied abroad. It's just that their economic fortunes are different. Azka who is from the old money, while Pasha from the lower middle class who are very lucky to get a scholarship to abroad. His family of pioneers was not an heir.

"I guess you've forgotten me." laughingly answered him.

Aira smiled in response but was not happy because she had forgotten the appearance of her husband's best friend. Understandably, their meeting was only once twice. At the end of their wedding ceremony held in a family and at the time Azka invited him to vacation to lembang and meet with Pasha there because there is an office event.

"Okay, sorry. I forgot a little bit but now I remember it." smilingly replied.

"For, Azka?" stupid question. Pasha cursed herself inwardly at her spontaneous question. Yes, obviously for her husband. time for you, she thought.

"Yes, mas. For my husband. It will be used as a birthday gift."

Pasha nodded in understanding hearing Aira's reply. In the second that followed, Pasha turned her attention and looked at the ballpoint pen in the display case. In front of him there are already 1 type of ballpoint pen, which distinguishes only on the accent color.

"So which one did you choose?"

"Both good. I've been standing in front of here, but confused about which one to choose."

"What color do you think Azka likes?"

"Mas Azka likes these two colors. But confused about which one to choose because both are beautiful."

Pasha nodded in understanding while posing like a thinking person.

"Just buy both." The answer was clearly answered by Aira.

"Wastage if I buy both, Mas. One is enough."

Pasha confirmed Aira's answer, but the answer was thrown out because buying both would not drain the contents of the bag from an Azka.

"If in my opinion, you better buy the gold color. Because that color strongly reflects your husband's identity."

Aira frowned but also slightly justified the words of her husband's best friend. Because in the house of his in-laws, almost all knick-knacks, decorations and building materials have gold accents.

"But the gray color is also nice with shiny accents on each side. Black and gold are a fitting blend."

"But if you want to choose a different color than usual, gray color may be simpler and unique. Just like you." Cursed be the mouth of Hell. Why his mouth always comes first compared to his brain performance.

Aira's eyebrows shot up at pasha's reply.

Forgive Pasha for acting ambiguous. Not her intention to tease her own best friend's wife, viewers.

"So which one would you choose, Mother?" Luckily, the servant on guard was able to release the two of them from the misunderstanding. Thanks god.

"The color is grey, mbak." Aira finally followed the advice of Pasha. Buying different items than usual may be good as well.

After making a transaction and the shopkeeper gave away what he bought, Aira finally came out of there accompanied by Pasha.

"Mas Pasha's thanks for her help have accompanied me to choose a gift for my husband."

"Either. Don't be so shy." The answer is a sincere smile.

"Where else are you going?" Ask Pasha.

"You go straight home, ma'am."

I want to ask you a favor, can you?!"

"If I can help, I'll help, ma'am."

Pasha looked around after that looking back at the woman in front of her.

"I ask for help, accompany me to lunch and dinner. Can you?"

"So the story is eating it plural, is that it?!" Pasha who heard him immediately laughed at the funny aira throws in his opinion.

"Work demands."

Aira wanted to answer disapprovingly, but they were not that close to advising each other in her opinion.

After a deal broke out between them, they went to the dining place that Pasha pointed to.

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