A Thousand Flowers
Chaptre 89. Honeymoon

At the end of autumn, the leaves of maple and gingko still display their beautiful colors. It fell through the wind and landed sweetly along the road like a stretch of rainbow carpet.

Park Joon Soo spurs his car into Shin Seo Hyun's house immediately after getting an order via phone call. For days the boss disappeared without news. Forcing it creates an acceptable excuse for everyone who questions its existence. Then, the man suddenly appeared again unexpectedly. His logic wondered because there were so many oddities he could not understand.

As soon as he got out of the car, Park Joon Soo found the front door had opened. Shin Seo Hyun's omen are ready to wait for her presence. He walked in without hitting the bell.

“Sit!” said Shin Seo Hyun, please Park Joon Soo.

“Nothing do you want to tell me?” park Joon Soo asked as soon as he sat in front of Shin Seo Hyun.

“Why is that in a hurry?” reply Shin Seo Hyun relaxed.

Park Joon Soo leaned forward and put his hands together, ready to hear Shin Seo Hyun's explanation with a demanding look.  Feeling unable to stand the puzzle anymore.

Shin Seo Hyun placed the tablet she was holding on the table. Replying to Park Joon Soo's gaze with a small smile and an indecipherable look.

“I'll tell you everything, but not now. Right now I need your help, ” said Shin Seo Hyun, asking for Park Joon Soo's understanding.

“Good. You are always in the wind. Tell me what I can do for you!” park Joon Soo said, positioning yourself to sit as quietly as possible.

“As usual. Take over my duties as long as I'm not around!” answer Shin Seo Hyun. Park Joon's

Soo sat straight up.

“Waah .. You are really yes ... just came home already want to go again,” protest Park Joon Soo half disappointed. Shin Seo Hyun just smiled.

“Ayolah ... or are you tired of being my secretary?” shin Seo Hyun asked, making Park Joon Soo snort annoyed.

Coinciding with the end of Shin Seo Hyun's speech, Izzah came carrying a tray filled with food and drinks. She placed a cup of hot coffee and a plate of cake in front of her husband's friend. Then, he passed immediately followed by the glint of Park Joon Soo's eyes.

“Aduh!” Park Joon Soo complains because his head hit by Shin Seo Hyun.

“Enak ya glaring at people's wives?” grumble Shin Seo Hyun. Park Joon Soo smirked.

“Don't tell me this time you guys want to honeymoon!” park Joon Soo said half-whispering with a witty look

“Do I have to make up another reason?” reply Shin Seo Hyun.

“Aaah .. You make me envious,” complained Park Joon Soo drooping on his seat.

Park Joon Soo's desperate expression made Shin Seo Hyun laugh amusedly.

“If you want, you can marry his friend Izzah. Ri ... What is his name? I forgot,” tease Shin Seo Hyun.

“Riris you mean?” park Joon Soo asked, suddenly getting excited.

“Well, you remember. Don't-don't ... secretly you've fallen in love with her?” guess Shin Seo Hyun, made Park Joon Soo a little clumsy.

“Waaah .. Why not say? If you know from the beginning, I can help fight,” he continued.

“When to leave?” park Joon Soo asked, switching the subject.

“Tomorrow,” said Shin Seo Hyun, did not want to force Park Joon Soo.

“Quickly. Not spent first the drink?” shin Seo Hyun Protest.

While standing, Park Joon Soo sips the rest of his coffee.

“For a long time here my ears and my heart could be charred burning,” funny Park Joon Soo, greeted with laughter Shin Seo Hyun.

Rushing Park Joon Soo leaves Shin Seo Hyun in a head-scarf, unable to believe that his best friend is in love with his wife's friend.

That's life. Love and friendship are sometimes hard to tell apart. Sometimes love begins with friendship. Friends also give love in different forms.

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The streets look deserted. Only one or two vehicles passed. Ki Daud was tracked on the fence of Rahmi's house. Observing a bunch of young children who have not been to school playing ball, barefoot in the yard of a large house on the side of the alley.

In the distance, the peak of Bukit Barisan is seen still leaving a thin white fog that increasingly disappears as the sun rises.

Ki Daud took a long breath. For years he had not felt all that calmness. Hearing the babble of children about the ideals of pursuing the dream of living in a big city. Percolating syair nuri in the morning or blending together the hustle and bustle of farmers cultivate rice. Ah, the longings are shrouded and mountainous.

With hopeful eyes, Ki Daud opened the gate, stepped through the grass and knocked on the door three times after dropping his bag on the floor.

In the kitchen, Rahmi was busy sauteing vegetables. Hearing the knock of the door, the stove turned off, the apron he was wearing and attached to the back of the chair, then went out to the living room.

“Mas Daud?” sapa Rahmi was surprised as the man standing at the door raised his head and smiled. For a moment Rahmi was still glued.

“Do you not expect me to return?” ki Daud asked, teasing Rahmi like a young man

it's blending love.

“Oh! Come in, Mas!” greet Rahmi while opening the door wide.

Ki Daud hurriedly grabbed his bag and entered while slamming the door with one leg.

“You've seen the news, right?” ki Daud asked, sweeping the face of the woman he loved with a look of longing. Rahmi nodded.

A second later, Ki Daud pulls Rahmi's body into his arms.

“From now on nothing will separate us except death, ” he whispered in a heavy tone full of emotion. Rahmi tightens her embrace.

“But, Mas .. can we still unite without renewing the marriage contract?” asked Rahmi a little hesitating while away from Ki Daud. For a moment Ki Daud was stunned.

“We should ask Mr. Ustadz. Come!” sahut Ki Daud, pull Rahmi's hand. He does not want to linger in obscurity.

Every relationship needs clarity and certainty. And loyalty becomes a real proof of determination in maintaining the commitment of feeling in the name of love. Ki Daud and Rahmi have been clutching it tightly for decades. Now it's time to unravel all the fret that makes sleep lena. It's time to make some good memories at the end of twilight. So that when the soul returns to its owner, peace leads to heaven.

Mr. Ustadz listened to Ki Daud's words wholeheartedly. Haru blue refracted between a nod of the head and a look of amazement at the love story of a pair of human children who are relatively rare with a long breath when Ki Daud ended the story. There is a corner of his eye with the end of the turban he wears.

“So Mr Ustadz, do we need to do a new deal?” ask Ki Daud finished speaking.

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