12 Badoets
Twink

White roses, beautiful and fragrant flowers. Flowers that represent purity, so often used as decoration in weddings. It is also said that white roses symbolize loyalty, and a clean heart.

Two bouquets of white roses customer orders have been completed Sinta. The flowers of choice that bloom perfectly, look fresh wrapped in silver cloth and gold ribbon that adds to the impression of elegance. Sinta is satisfied with his work. Sometimes he glanced at a photo displayed on the cashier's desk. A photo of her shaking hands with a man on the first day of the flower stall opening, a few years ago. The man was the one who strengthened him, grabbing Sinta's hand out of the mud pit.

The customer who ordered the bouquet of flowers has arrived. Two women who might be the same age as Sinta. Angel and Nilla, look compact with a white shirt.

"Waahh, Ma'am Sinta has never disappointed customers. The bouquet of flowers is really good," praised Nilla with sparkling eyes as she examined the bouquet of flowers from Sinta.

"Thank God that you are satisfied with the result," continued Sinta blushed.

"How much is mbak?" ask Angel not to speak stale.

"As usual, it's all 500 grand," Sinta replied with a soothing smile.

"I think there is a price increase," continued Angel thrust 5 pieces of money in bright red.

"No. The price of the white rose from the petan did not go up." Sinta receives money from Angel and puts it in the cashier's desk drawer.

"May I ask? Since the two of you have ordered a bouquet of white roses several times I became curious. Especially after I see your order is always on the same date and month every year," said Sinta before the two customers left.

Nilla smiled and nodded while Angel just kept silent.

"This flower is very liked by your mother. And always on this date you come here to buy it. Could it be that he is dead and today is the anniversary of his passing?" ask Sinta slowly. He realized he should not interfere in the personal affairs of his customers. Sinta could be stamped as a smart and chatty trader, but how else? Curiosity is unbearable.

The mood changed quietly. Nilla and Angel exchanged a glance.

"Well, our dear mother is long gone" replied Nilla after taking a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry. You know the philosophy of the white rose? Indeed, this flower is known as a symbol of purity. It can also be a way and a sign to convey sorrow. But besides that many people believe, when the white rose withered at the funeral, it's a sign that has gone has gained calm" said Sinta with a soft voice.

"Thank you Sinta Ma'am," Nilla scatters her body at Sinta. They hugged tightly. Angel stood in the back. He felt he did not need a hug at this moment. The woman's eyes somehow often looked full of resentment and anger.

"The spirit for both of you yes," said Sinta patting Nilla on the shoulder.

"We'll excuse you. Thank you, Sinta." Angel walks out the stall first. Nilla followed behind with a small run.

Angel drives the bike at a moderate speed. He did not want the beautiful bouquet that Nilla was holding in a mess in the wind. The motor entered the region with steep streets on the border of the district city.

The road conditions are completely deserted. Some pule trees look shady on the side of the road. Creates a calm, cool atmosphere, but makes the bristles bristled. Not far from the largest pule tree on the side of the road, there is a gate fenced in solid black iron. Angel pulled the bike over there.

Dozens of tombstones were in the area, appearing dull and poorly maintained. White frangipani flowers bloom and fall on the same day. The red earth looks a little muddy, maybe last night it had rained.

"We came mother," said Nilla, crouching in front of the old-looking tomb. Angel still stands behind Nilla, occasionally rubbing her sore eyes.

"Mother, this is your favorite flower. White roses are in perfect bloom." Nilla's eyes are glazed.

"Mother knows? the seller said, if this white rose is placed in the navel, and this flower continues to wither, then the one in this navel is calm in the world there," continued Nilla lirih. Her tears are getting hard to hold.

"We send our prayers to Mother" said Angel stopped crying Nilla.

For a few moments Angel and Nilla seemed solemnly praying. They were cupped in both hands. Finished praying, Nilla stood up after rubbing her mother's headstone. Then he shuffled away, letting Angel who was still praying with his eyes closed.

After Nilla's departure, Angel opened her eyes. Staring at the tombstone with a reddened face. His hands clenched tightly, his lips even seemed to tremble slightly.

"I know, this white rose will never wither in your belly button. This white rose will grow to punish them. This white rose will wither, when the law of the sow is completed." Angel smiled at a glance then turned around and walked away. Nilla looks already excited on the side of the road.

"We eat chicken meatball noodles, Mother's subscription first," invite Nilla excited. Angel agreed. In the next second, Angel's motorbike had roared leaving the tomb area in the far side of the village. The pale white tombstone they had just visited read 'Seruni bint Kaderi'. Death 10-12-1997.

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Meanwhile, Wildan had just finished cooking a simple yet delicious and appetizing meal. Vegetable baskets with sambal petis. Wildan tasted and was already satisfied with the taste.

When he was about to lay down in front of the TV, there was a sound of the front door being knocked. A quick and hard beat. Wildan frowned, curious. There was no sound of the bike coming, where maybe Nilla and Angel had gone home.

A little hesitant, Wildan stepped into the front room. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it slowly. When the door opened, Wildan was quite surprised by the guests who arrived at the time of the afternoon.

"Inka's? What's up?" Wildan scrunched his forehead.

"I just want to visit. Can't I come in?" ask Inca with a strange smile.

"But the one with the house is out. Can we just sit on the porch?" Wildan circulated a glance, worried that someone else was looking. It can be a bad presumption. Moreover, Wildan only two nights stay at Nilla's place.

"I'm going in!" The Inca ignored Wildan and walked into the house, having deliberately touched his shoulder in Wildan's chest.

"Hey hey what do you want?" Wildan asked half a snarl. The Inca dropped her body on the living room chair.

"Why do you look angry? Isn't it natural that neighbors visit to familiarize themselves with Willy," said Inka grinning.

"Or should I call you, Wildan," continued the Inca, staring intently at Wildan, who was standing in the doorway.

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