2 Flower Stalks
Learn to drive

Insha had not had time to reply to a message from Hanafi, his hand suddenly squeezed jan dropped the phone.

Yes Insha was asleep, she had been very sleepy since then, but her worry for her husband was what kept her awake.

And when Hanafi's message entered his cell phone, his heart seemed to feel relieved and drowsiness was immediately controlled his body, until he fell asleep in the cradle of the night, sleeping alone in that spacious room.

This is the first time Insha has slept alone since she married Hanafi. Usually when Hanafi has a job outside the city he always took the time to go home even though it was late at night.

But for this time, because of a rainstorm accompanied by strong winds and may threaten the safety of Hanafi also chose to stay and spend the night in his office.

*

The day had changed, Insha had finished her breakfast this morning, with her three loyal servants accompanying her.

Hanafi sent a message early in the morning that he would go straight to work without going home first, and he promised to go home early today, before afternoon comes and the rain comes again to prevent her from going home.

Hanafi also said that he misses Insha very much, last night not seeing her face makes him restless. Insha was made to flutter when she saw the message from her husband.

Insha is now in the garden of the main house, why he wants to look at the flowers there, today he does not make any food, he feels lazy to be in the kitchen, he is not happy, he wants to see a variety of beautiful flowers also breathe cool air outside the house after a night in the rainwater.

Some of the flowers there looked messy there was also a collapsed look over the flowers next to it. The wind that last night crashing, making some flower plants there damaged, some trees there also look broken because there is a wind that seems quite strong.

Insha sat on a bench in the garden, gazing at the still-wet flowers in the morning sun, creating sparkles of water at the shoots that added to its beauty.

Insha sat there for a long time, staring at the wonder of the beauty of the park and also the fish pond that he rarely enjoyed.

He also took the phone in his pocket, then took pictures of the beauty in front of him, hoping that some of the portraits he could see again someday. A beautiful moment that does not happen every day.

Now his hand is playing the phone, looking at some of his social media. Why now his attention is focused on a person's post, in the post it looks various brands of the latest car output.

hmm.why suddenly I want to drive my own car.may not yes I learned to drive a car..

mas han always said.do whatever you like.but what's okay for this one...

When the urge comes from nowhere, Insha suddenly wants to learn to drive a car. After looking through some posts about the latest car output he became fond of it, and came up with the idea to learn to drive a car himself.

Of course it all he wants to fill the time in every day so that he does not get bored at home, he thinks if he learns to drive then he will often walk around outside the house, he said, and if he's good at driving his own car, his mind imagines he'll take a walk with Salma to some place they haven't been together.

"Aahhh.it's so much fun.."

His murmured suddenly after a long daydream.

"I'll try to ask permission from mas han.but may not.."

muttered again.

Insha also typed a few words.

'Darling..let me learn to drive.I want to be able to bring my own car.I'm bored at home...'

*

"Why driving.you can ask to take me later if you want to go anywhere.."

"No. It can't be dangerous.again you're a girl..."

"Where are you going when you can drive.."

"You're tired of being in such a big house.say what kind of facility you want again.."

"There's even a movie-watching room.swimming pool.musical equipment room.sports room.you can wear it all to relieve your boredom..."

A series of Hanafi rants are reflected in the Insha reverie. He was about to send the message, his fingers moved back and forth wanting to press the send button, he hesitated for this one request.

" Mas Han will definitely be angry...."

muttered.

He wanted to erase the message and forget his desire to learn to drive, but why his heart kept talking so he tried to express it to Hanafi, anyone knows he can get his permission.

mumbling again.

Then immediately at the press of the send button, a message was immediately sent to Hanafi.

Insha's foot knocked on the floor, he was waiting for a reply from Hanafi now, he saw his phone again, apparently as soon as Hanafi had read it.

His heart was pounding very fast, waiting for a response from Hanafi.

type...

Hanafi was typing a reply for Insha's message. Insha also continues to look at the screen of his phone with a thump.

why type a reply so long anyway.he must be writing a lot of words to throw his anger at me.really..

Insha looks sullen looking at her phone. But a few seconds later his face turned into a very bright smile, accompanied by a reply from Hanafi.

'By honey.do whatever you like.you want to start when now or tomorrow.I'll find you the best private driving agent...'

"Waah..."

she shouted softly with excitement.

Then 3 seconds later we see a reply message again.

Some of the latest car photos that Insha saw on social media were plastered there, Hanafi added some more photos that Insha had not seen before.

then I saw another reply message.

'Choose the one you like, for you to use to learn to drive..'

Insha did not expect Hanafi to allow it, he even wanted it to choose a car to use to learn to drive, in other words Hanafi told Insha to choose a new car for him.

As if to get a pleasure, Insha also walked cheerfully into the house and headed to her room with a very beautiful smile.

In the room with her bed, Insha just typed a reply message for Hanafi.

'But baby I can learn to drive...'

'Waaah thank you...'

'I seem to love you more and more my handsome husband..'

'I miss you even more when you're going home..'

a reply message for Hanafi he sent alternately only 1 second per message.

He also sent back a picture of a car that he wanted, without knowing what the car was like, he just saw and was happy with the model and chose it just like that.

After sending a lot of messages that Insha also threw the phone in any direction, he closed his eyes imagining he was driving his car to various places alone, walking just unwind, he fell asleep with a happy smiling face .

*

Time is rolling fast, Insha is still in her dreams.

The door of the room suddenly opened and revealed the figure of Hanafi who had gone home in the afternoon, even the clock still shows at one noon.

Hanafi stared at a plate next to his bed, a plate containing several melted chocolate cakes made by Insha.

Hanafi approached him to see the cake that was a little wet at the top, he glanced at Insha who was sleeping beside him.

Why and what was in his mind, suddenly he shed his tears, while sitting caressing Insha's cheek there.

"I'm sorry, baby..."

Seriate...