2 Flower Stalks
The arrival of Prass

Prass had reached Hanafi's house on his motorcycle, he was still at the gate, waiting for Hanafi to give permission to enter his house.

After Insha's departure, Hanafi was quite shaken. He is more closed to everyone, he also rarely goes to his office. He prefers to control his company from home. Kriss can be relied on enough to take care of all the work outside. Only a few jobs that cannot be represented, Hanafi himself will intervene to get out and finish it.

Hanafi now also put some bodyguards in his house, to guard his house, especially to have him do something urgent or hasty. Or just pick up or deliver some clients who are met specifically in his residence.

It was actually very dangerous considering he was a leader of a large company. His residence could be the target of his competitors in the business world. Given all this time there has never been a single client who knows where the real Hanafi house is.

But all that did not undo his intention to work from home as he wanted.

So Hanafi also began to put some bodyguards in his house, to guard him. Even though the client he met specifically was the most trusted client who had been in a good relationship with him a long time ago.

Prass got permission from Hanafi to enter the main house, he parked his bike, then entered and sat in the living room waiting for Hanafi to come down from the top floor.

Before long the sound of footsteps from the stairs, Prass turned to look at the source of the voice. Prass sees Hanafi with unruly hair, also beginning to look elongated at the let alone, his body is also slightly thinner than the last time Prass met him. His appearance looked chaotic and disheveled.

jeez..losing Insha can make the leader of a big company very stressful apparently..so much your love for Insha han.but baby you are too stupid to treat it.

Prass Murmuring.

There was a bit of pity in Prass' heart seeing the Hanafi now.

Hanafi approached, with a lazy face he sat on the sofa and greeted Prass.

"How are you.there's a need for you to come here Prass.."

"Well han.how are you.."

"Well, I look sick..."

a slight smile on Prass.

"Yes you look a little fucked up Han..."

prass replied by raising both of his eyebrows looking dismissively at Hanafi.

"Here you go.what is the need to discuss my situation.I am very busy.explain what you need.."

Hanafi looked lazy to serve Prass who always provoked his anger.

"hmm.this..."

Prass put the paperbag that had been brought to the table.

"What is this..."

"If you don't open it, you'll know what it is...."

Prass leaned his rough head on the soft sofa behind his head.

Hanafi opened the paperbag and took out the contents.

"Shoes and hats.this is for Khanza...Since when do you care about my son.."

Hanafi seemed to be smiling faintly and put the gift on the table again.

"It wasn't me, but it was from your ex-wife..Insha..."

Hearing the name Insha mentioned, Hanafi's eyes immediately sparkled with pleasure, let alone knowing it was all a gift from Insha to Khanza.

"This is from Insha.you know where she is now..."

"Hmm.maybe..."

answer Prass indifferently.

Hanafi held a knit hat on the table, thinking that if Insha gave Khanza a gift, it meant that he could accept Khanza.

Insha has received the presence of Khanza.he sends gifts for him.apa Insha may also have begun to realize that he still loves me...

for a moment Hanafi was immersed in his own thoughts. Until Prass resuscitated her by shouting lightly in front of her face.

"Han.I have to say goodbye first there are many things I have to do..."

"Tell me where Insha is now.I'll meet him.I'll thank him for the gift..."

"There's no need for you to see him.I'll tell Insha..."

"Prass did you hide Insha all this time..."

"That's none of your business, han.he's no longer your nobody...."

"Tell me where Insha is now.."

Hanafi seemed ignited emotions again, because he was still looking for the existence of Insha through his guards, to just know his condition was fine.

But unexpectedly even Prass who knows his whereabouts.

Prass ignored him, he just went out and rode his bike again, not minding the screams of Hanafi who kept asking where Insha was.

muttered Prass while riding his bike tight away from the main house.

Hanafi himself beckoned one of his guards to follow wherever Prass went.

****

that morning according to his promise Prass returned to the house of Insha to just deliver some needs Insha, Prass also said that yesterday he had delivered a hat made by Insha to Khanza and received directly by Hanafi.

As usual Prass had a short conversation with Insha and then immediately went home.

In the afternoon, Insha had just finished her bath and was watching television in her living room. Several times he was seen laughing because the show on tv seemed funny to him. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who comes here in the afternoon like this.unusually..."

Insha walked towards the door and opened it.

Seeing the figure that was in the doorway as soon as Insha's body squeezed, her body seemed to tremble slightly, her heart was pounding uncontrollably, Insha was seen slightly rewinding her body a few steps from the door.

"How are you, Insha..."

The voice was clearly heard in Insha's ears.

Hanafi..hanafi.why is he here....

"Ka.kau.kau.why come here.."

"I just want to see your situation Insha.that's it..."

hanafi replied with a smile.

Seeing Insha who seemed to not want to answer anything Hanafi said again.

"May I come in..."

"We are no longer husband and wife han.not good if you are in one house.let's talk outside..."

Insha immediately replied as fast as lightning did not allow han to enter.

Hanafi who heard that sentence, a little strange in his ears, usually they are in the same place, the same bed. Even now Insha just keep her distance and not allow her to enter the house in her place.

Hanafi sat on the terrace with Insha who kept his distance.

" This place is not good for you Insha.it is very narrow..."

" But I'm so happy to be here..."

" I can give you a better home than this Insha..."

"Here Han.indeed I know as much as your treasure.I know all..."

Hanafi also looked astonished at Insha, towards the change of Insha with his firm attitude.

"I want to invite you to re-reflect Insha.you can live wherever you want.I will not forbid you.but allow me to keep you...because you're the only one I love.and you're my only woman Insha..."

"You even sent gifts to Khanza, that doesn't mean you've started receiving them.."

Hanafi's gaze changed expectantly.

"Isn't he just an innocent baby.created by your selfishness.Slowly I can accept it.but that doesn't mean I can accept you anymore..."

insha replied while turning her eyes away.

"Insha.not for now.I will wait for you to accept me again.I will not force you.but at least give me another chance..."

Hanafi looked at Insha who was only silent in her place. Along with that, the sound of a motorcycle was heard approaching

Prass returns to Insha's house, carrying a few paperbags in his hand.

brother Prass why he comes again here.not usually he comes 2 times a day...

Insha looked surprised at Prass' arrival, with a questionable look.

Prass who saw Hanafi was on the porch of the house of Insha, when the fire blazed.

Why is he here.The stupid man can know the house Insha.just deserve my bad feeling and force me to come back here...

When Prass came home this afternoon from Insha's house, he accidentally saw some nice dresses and he thought it was suitable for Insha. Prass went to the store, sorting out some dresses and suits for Insha.

After paying him, he wanted to go straight home, because the distance to go home was close enough he wanted to give it to Insha tomorrow. But somehow as he headed for the way home his heart felt stuck, he chose to turn around and return to the house Insha was afraid something happened to Insha.

And after he reached the unpleasant sight he got, he saw Hanafi sitting on the terrace and apparently talking to Insha.

it is true that he has been hiding Insha from me. Even this morning the bodyguard said he was here.now he is here again....

Hanafi murmured, which suddenly ignited a turmoil in his heart.

Seriate....