A Thousand Flowers
Chaptre 75. Prenuptial Care

The weather was colder than usual that morning. Izzah wriggled softly, as if reluctant to take off the blanket wrapped in his body. Somehow these few days Izzah has a new habit, sleep after dawn. Maybe because of the weather or maybe also because he wants to forget his marriage for a moment.

The morning sun rays burst out from behind the window curtain that slightly blurred. Izzah lazily got out of bed. Wearing a shovel hijab, then tidying up the messy sheets and blankets. Apparently, even in sleep he was restless. It was evident from the condition of the half-naked mattress.

Izzah glanced at the clock working on the table at the side of the bed. At 08.40. Thinking Shin Seo Hyun had left for work, Izzah came out without washing her face. He did not want to touch the water. Instead, he simply cleaned his face with a piece of tissue.

When the door opened, how shocked Izzah was. Shin Seo Hyun was already standing in front of the door in casual clothes. The dark grey shirt he wore made him look gallant and dignified.

Shin Seo Hyun was no less surprised. He was about to knock on the door when Izzah suddenly stood looking at him. Izzah's innocent face that clearly showed he had just woken up from sleep fascinated Shin Seo Hyun. His pupils are enlarged. In his view, Izzah's natural and makeshift appearance even looks more beautiful.

“Mas Dirga not working?” izzah asked, melting the ice between them.

Shin Seo Hyun was a little nervous, “Oh. I have affairs abroad.”

“What will you do today?” shin Seo Hyun asked, scratching his back with his index finger. His heart rate is not normal.

“Entahlah. I'm going to the kitchen first. Excuse me!” sahut Izzah.

Shin Seo Hyun immediately shifted. He was still standing glued in front of the door until Izzah was completely out of sight.

“Nona Izzah, today you are not going anywhere, right?” sandra asked, suddenly appearing as Izzah was about to return to his room with a cup of hot chocolate.

“No. Why, Bi? Auntie needs my help?” sahut Izzah, put the cup he held on the dining table.

“No, Miss. That's not. I want to take Miss to the salon,” Sandra said quickly.

“Salon?” Izzah.

He had never set foot in a salon. Every time he wanted to cut his hair, his partner would do it.

Sandra smile, “Iya, Non. Mrs Kang asked me to take Miss to the salon. Said it was a gift for the wedding Miss.”

“But ... it is not necessary, Bi. I'm not used to it,” reject Izzah politely and frankly.

“It's okay, Non. It's Mrs Kang's salon. After all, there is a special Muslim package,” persuaded Sandra.

Izzah thought for a moment. Worrying. It doesn't feel good either if he rejects Mrs Kang's good intentions.

"Yes already. Sometimes trying to go to the salon is okay," he thought.

“Alright, Bi. Waita minute! I took a shower first,” Izzah said, finally accepting Sandra's invitation.

“Good, Non. I'll also get ready,” said Sandra, get into her room.

An hour later, Sandra and Izzah leave Shin Seo Hyun's residence for Ms. Kang's beauty salon.

Arriving at the salon, Izzah was greeted directly by Mrs Kang. It seems that she was waiting for the girl to arrive at her salon. After pleasantries, Mrs Kang escorted Izzah to a special room for Muslim customers.

“Serve this Miss well yes!” miss Kang's orders to a young girl.

“Good, Mistress,” said the girl while bending over.

“Let's come with me, Miss!” take him to Izzah.

Izzah followed the girl. While Sandra accompanied Mrs Kang.

I do not know how long Izzah undergoes beauty treatments in the salon, ranging from aroma therapy, facials to manicure and pedicure. Anyway the full bridal package. Izzah really feels comfortable and relaxed when

got a massage service, but he was a little awkward when it came to the hundred process.

Izzah did not expect, as Indonesian women compete to use Korean beauty products. Eeh .. in Korea he even got hundreds of treatments. In fact, Mrs Kang brought her pot directly from Indonesia.

“Izzah?”

A person Izzah knew so well looked shocked and delighted as he poked around with her at the exit.

“Safitri?”

Izzah was also happy and did not expect to meet his High School friend in Korea.

“Waah ... This world is really narrow huh ...,” Safitri chatter with their smile.

“Iya. Do you want treatment too?” izzah asked and was returned to his head by Safitri.

“No. I have business matters representing mama,” Safitri said.

“It has arrived here apparently?” Mrs Kang and Sandra came over.

“Iya, Mrs Kang. I delivered this,” Safitri said, handing over a brown map after greeting Mrs Kang and Sandra.

“Oh, yes. Thank you,” welcome Mrs Kang.

“Sorry, Mistress. I was right away saying yes. I want to chat with friends first,” Safitri said to Mrs Kang and Sandra while holding Izzah's arm.

Mrs Kang and Sandra looked at each other.

“You know each other?” asked Mrs Kang, glancing at Izzah.

“Iya, Mistress. Our friend SMA,” say Izzah smile.

“Bi Sandra go home first yes .. I want to chat first with Safitri,” Izzah told Sandra.

“Good, Non. Have fun yes ...,” reply Sandra.

Izzah and Safitri left Mrs Kang's salon and spent nearly an hour in a cafe. Chat casually while drinking a cup of hot coffee and eating a piece of legit cake.

“See you tomorrow yes,” Safitri told Izzah after dropping Izzah off in front of Shin Seo Hyun's house. They agreed to return together to Indonesia.

“See you tomorrow,” said Izzah waved his hand, releasing the departure of Safitri.

For a moment Izzah stood in the courtyard of the house, looking at each corner with a sigh of farewell before finally entering with a shaky step.

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TIK TOK'S! TIK TOK'S! TIK TOK'S!

The sound of the clockwork on the table sounded loud. Izzah lay agitated on the bed. Her eyes were not even a second lena. His return to Indonesia is counting hours. Makes his heart grow more restless.

The dark night was not able to deliver his eyes closed. Slowly Izzah got up from the bed, walked towards the sofa. The laptop is on the table, then out of the room and into the library room.

Arriving at the library, Izzah immediately put his laptop on the table, where he used to sit to spend time reading books. It's called a laptop and it's a window curtain.

When a blank sheet appears on the monitor screen, his wiggly fingers dance directly over the keyboard to the rhythm of the word humming in his head.

When a sense of urgency struck him, three hours had passed. Izzah opened her hijab after remembering Shin Seo Hyun's plan to fly overseas today. And the man's absence since his return from the salon, further convinced him that his boss was not at home. That way, he felt he could be a little free to remove his hijab. Give the opportunity for long black hair to breathe as much oxygen as possible.

A moment later, Izzah resumed his typing. All were restless, all were troubled and a million immortals were shed in the story he was writing. Because of the preoccupation with typing, Izzah forgot the time. And when drowsiness attacked him, he fell asleep with the laptop still on.

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