A Thousand Flowers
Chapters 12. Introductions 2

PLOK! PLOK! PLOK!

“Excellent! You are talented, Izzah!” praise Jumali while clapping when he sees none of the arrows that the girl released misses. All on target and in the middle.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thanks to the hard work of the Father who trained Izzah patiently.” Izzah.

No matter what, Izzah's praise made Jumali laugh. “You are smart to please others, Zah. But actually, your persistence and unyielding spirit is what brought you to this point in a relatively short period of time.”

“Really? Too bad I missed the show.” Jumali and Izzah turned to the source of the voice. Ki David walked towards them.

“How about now you accompany me to go hunting Jumali? I haven't done it in a long time,” he continued.

“Ready, Ki,” replied Jumali.

“What about Izzah?" ask Jumali. His eyes glanced at Izzah who was pulling arrows from the target board.

“Let him harvest mangoes with his arrows. Consider it a test,” Ki Daud replied while pointing at a mango tree, not far from where they stood.

“Ready, Ki,” replied Izzah, directly grabbing a wicker basket on the grass.

Izzah immediately skated after Ki Daud and Jumali went hunting.

“Sorry basket, today your burden increases,” Izzah said to the basket he carried. You weird girl.

After successfully harvesting some mangoes with his arrows, Izzah collected various types of flowers and herbs according to Ki Daud's order. He does all this with joy. He felt lucky to be saved by Ki Daud, a famous herbalist in the area. Every day he learned to recognize and concoct herbal medicines with Ki Daud.

Tired of circling Ki Daud's private garden, Izzah decided to wash his face in the artificial lake in the middle of the park. He sat on a wooden bridge by the lake, soaking his feet and enjoying the cool breeze. A moment later, he left the lake.

Izzah doesn't want to go home yet. He wanted to stay in the park longer. Near him a large and lush tree, he placed a basket that was fully filled and also a backpack. He laid out a sheet of prayer, and then laid himself on it. Not to forget he put a headset in the ear, heard the chanting of melodious prayers from the album Omar Borkan Al Gala. Izzah closed his eyes as his lips hummed along. A gentle gust of wind caused Izzah to fall asleep.

Thirty minutes have passed. Izzah squirmed, opening his eyes slowly.

“Astagfirullah! Aaaaaaakh!” He cried out in surprise when he saw a man's face looking at him fixedly from a tree branch that was right above his head.

The man was no less surprised to hear the screams of Izzah and fell gliding. Not wanting to be hit by the man's body, as fast as lightning Izzah rolled to the right. However, his body was stopped by a basket.

The man landed right on the bed. His right hand fell on Izzah's back. Izzah grimacing. While the man was busy breathing.

“Your hand is quite heavy, Sir,” said Izzah loudly and firmly. The man was surprised. He pulled his hand from the girl's body and hurried to get up.

Izzah sat down immediately. The man reached out, intending to help Izzah stand up. However, Izzah ignored him. He grabbed the prayer mat, folded it and put it in the backpack.

“I'm sorry, Miss. I don't mean to be disrespectful.” The man felt guilty. He had pulled back his hand that had been stretched out. Izzah glanced at a glance.

“Forget it!” said Izzah coldly and face flat. He stood up and left the man without looking back.

For a moment the man was flabbergasted, in disbelief having been ignored by a village girl. His pride was hurt as well as feeling challenged. Rushing he caught up with the girl with long steps. As soon as he managed to align the steps with Izzah, he grabbed the basket in the girl's hand. In a moment that basket

“You're still angry, Miss? I'm really sorry.” The man repeated his apology sincerely.

“Didn't I have asked you to forget it?” izzah replied still in a cold tone.

“Ah yes .. alright. I assume you have forgiven me,” the man said grimly.

“Include, I'm Dimas.” He extended a hand to Izzah.

Again Izzah only glanced at a glance and did not welcome the outstretched hand. The man scrunched his forehead. Wonder.

“This girl is really weird,” her inner self.

His hand was ignored twice and it made him even more curious. He had never been rejected by a woman. Instead, the beautiful girls in line want to get acquainted with him, even volunteering to offer themselves to be his girlfriend. However, the girl walking next to him was completely different. His soul is getting challenged.

“If you may know, whose Miss name is?” He asked politely and chose the word carefully.

“Is it important?” Instead of introducing myself, Izzah asked back.

“Waaah! This girl really yes ...” said the man began to get upset, but only inwardly. Really feel underestimated. He clenched his hands holding back emotions.

“Hei, Dim! Wanted everywhere, it turns out you are even fun together here.”

Suddenly a man appeared just like that, embracing Dimas' shoulder. Familiar.

Dimas. “What the hell are you, Bas?” Dimas irritated.

He glanced at Izzah, worried that the girl was offended or angry. However, Izzah still displayed a cold aura as if he had heard nothing. Dimas clucking and head bobbles.

“Not known to me, Dim?” whispered the man named Abbas, a friend and secretary of Dimas. Dimas elbowed Abbas, signalling that Abbas would shut up.

In Dimas' heart grumbled. “How to recognize you, Bas. I just haven't made it to know him. Fate.”

In Abbas' heart, too, was snubbed. “Daily Dimas. The turn of a pretty girl is gilded alone. Watch out, Dim!”

After a long time Dimas never introduced the girl to him, Abbas ventured and berinisitiative introduce himself to the girl.

“Halo, Miss. I am Abbas, his friend Dimas,” Abbas said cheerfully as he reached out.

Dimas gawked, not expecting Abbas to act recklessly. I don't know why Dimas's heart is beating. He wondered how the girl would respond, but he was also anxious. Abbas would not be offended if the girl responded to Abbas's introduction in the same way as him.

His guess turned out to be true. Izzah only glimpsed and did not welcome Abbas's hand. This time, the girl nodded her head. Abbas was flabbergasted, glaring at Dimas. Dimas raises his shoulders. They looked at each other, not understanding.

In life, there are many things that are sometimes difficult to understand and it takes patience to be able to reveal the secret.

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