BACK (IN LOVE)
Black Rose
Wonderful to see me standing like a statue. The man patted me on the shoulder, having returned from putting the dirty dishes in his place.
"what's the matter?", her heavy voice left me a little surprised. I walk to the big dining table decorated with those pretty ceramic vases.
"where did you get it?", I asked pointing at the black rose standing there
"from your flower shop, you said yesterday you didn't have a black rose, but when the time came, the black rose was with the bouquet of flowers you assembled" she replied.
I thought, all this time she's been buying flowers for someone. Apparently, to decorate his house. Then, for what in the sequence of all.
"would I drive you home or can I just order a taxi?" he said
"a, a, I'm going home alone, I can order a taxi myself", after answering that I went somewhere, I don't even know the ins and outs of this house, where is the main door, I said in my heart.
"you just need to be straight and right you'll find the main door" he explained from behind me.
I followed what he said. Arriving at the terrace is quite spacious. I looked around for my phone in the bag but I couldn't find it.
Not long after, a black car stopped right in front of me.
"you're looking for this right?" he said, lifting a small object in his right hand and it was my phone. I was also surprised again. Want to get angry. If he has a problem with me, it does not mean he can touch my personal belongings.
"quick up, I'll drive you home, your phone's off, it looks like it's out of power",
I want to not follow his orders. I sat down next to the driver and kept my mouth shut.
"do you like black roses?", he asked, breaking the silence between two people who are not at all close.
I'm nodding.
"my mother too" he said again.
"oh, that" I said
"but all kinds of roses he likes, only black roses are the most memorable" he continued
I returned it with a smile.
"sorry", the word just came out of his mouth. Is that sincere? Without caring about it I continued to focus on the streets. It was hot, long with this guy.
"a few days ago I scolded you"
"now conscious now?", I said, finally opening my mouth.
"he, I accidentally, was just very urgent at the time", she argued
"yes yes yes, I understand it and forget it. if you can no longer come to my shop", replied I who turned around.
"but, only in your shop did I get a black rose"
"the black rose is not for sale.my employees just misunderstood"
"but I really need it" he answered quickly
"but I don't sell it, it's just for my collection" I replied again, eventually closing the tense conversation.
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"thank you", I said later
"wait", while catching my hand he stopped my steps out of his car. "may I keep buying flowers at your door?", he asked.
Seeing his attitude that changed compared to the beginning we met. Maybe I'll give him a chance. After all, it became one of my financial resources. It is worth increasing one regular customer.
I nodded, indicating that I allowed it. Then I got out of the car and went into the store. Erwin and Alena were there.
I just passed by. I want to get in the house and clean up. After this, I went straight to the Garden to accompany Uncle Ateng to pick the flowers ready to be sent.
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"non", said uncle Ateng after seeing me already holding the cut scissors
"sorry uncle, so harvest yourself, I was busy with friends" I said.
This Ateng uncle is the only employee in my garden. I do not need any more employees because I also intervene to maintain a flower garden that is not too big at least 2 wholesale only. The advantages, because the type of flowers I planted quite a lot. So I can export these flowers in addition to being sold in my own shop.
From the time I was a child, I had a flower garden and a tea garden. But, until now, the achievement is only flower gardens. Fortunately of some types of flowers here, half can be made into dried flowers to be brewed. One of them is Chamomile and Telang, my mainstay flower tea if you are stressed or can not sleep.
Tea lovers are. I'm the guy. Some tea is available at my house. Morning, Afternoon, Afternoon and Night. The time for tea is hardly missed. Except a few days back.
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"you, yesterday arranged a black rose for her?", I asked Alena who was busy arranging flowers for people.
"you wrote it, I just followed what you wrote, you were yesterday like a possessed man" he replied
I forgot to turn it into a red rose. For whatever reason, men decorate their homes with flowers. It's strange! Even stranger, I'm thinking about it now.
Back at last night, he was kind and gentle with me. Like different people. To my amazement, so attentive was to call the doctor and toast the bread for me.
"welcome, is there anything we can help" I said, staring at the man.
"i need 1 bouquet of flowers with peonies only" he said like a person who was being chased by ghosts.
"i'll make it", then I walk to take 5 beautiful pink peony flowers with the leaves of the leaves so as to make a beautiful bouquet later. Deftly, less than 5 minutes of the bouquet was neat in my hand and I gave it to him.
After paying, he immediately left without a word. Tumben thought of me. Usually it is always a lot of talk and well EMOTION. But, it's really none of my business.
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Tonight, it's cold.
I want to eat warm. The pentol store set fire to my destination this time. Not far from home, so just walk I have arrived. Ordering the menu I usually eat, baso bihun, ter yummy. After my order came, I immediately filled it until it was gone.
On the way home, I found a black car parked in front of my house. Very familiar with the car, because I myself was in it. Not wrong, Ef, that guy's car. Parked with brake lights still on.
I quickly walked closer to him. The black glass of this car is very difficult for me to penetrate especially in the dark of the night. I'm still circling this car making sure that the people in it are okay. But what did I meet? Efrian, Ef, Eef don't know who he is. Sit behind the wheel with your head on the steering wheel. I thought he was busy but when I opened the door of the unlocked car, I found Ef calling my name.
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