LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 31. REJUVENATED

After six months Bram started his small business, he was really persistent in fighting for change.

If before almost every day Bram visited Abah's place, now in a week sometimes once or twice he took time to go there.

However, he was never absent to perform Friday prayers at the mosque where Abah.

Sometimes he meets Aisyah, sometimes not. Bram knew that there were limits that he could not pass, Aisyah was someone he respected. He also reduced the visit because he did not want to be a slander for the unpretentious woman. Moreover, they both have the status of having children from their respective marriages.

Now, Bram's really focused on putting his life together.

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"Good afternoon..." A florist greeted Bram.

"Good Afternoon." Bram entered hesitantly.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Ask the young girl.

Bram spread his gaze to all the fresh flowers that filled the store, various shapes and colors are very beautiful to the eye.

"I want a white rose..." He hesitated, still trying to remember what flowers Diah liked.

"Eh, no. white.aster."Error Bram.

He really had to drain his memory on Diah's favorite flower, for something as simple as that, it turns out Bram has no meaningful memories.

"I'm sorry? Roses or daisies sir?" Ask the shopkeeper.

Bram momentarily fell silent, then looked at the rose that was in a large pot.

"Roses." Finally Bram answered with confidence.

"Whatever flowers Diah likes, it is impossible that he refuses flowers, all women must love flowers "Bram entertains himself.

"Make a bouquet of beautiful white roses." Pinta Bram later.

"Well, sir..who would you know? for his girlfriend or..his wife?" Asked the shopkeeper while smiling at Bram's confusion.

He often receives customers who apply, usually a boyfriend or husband who wants to express his love for his partner.

"Wife.no..I mean friend." Bram scratched the back of his non-itchy nape.

The shopkeeper frowned while arranging some white roses. Then a small smile.

"Let's be more romantic, can I add baby breath flower?"

Bram just said yes

the girl asked, sitting on a chair, waiting for her bouquet of ordered flowers to be assembled.

This afternoon he plans to wait for Diah to get out of his office to come home, he wants to surprise his ex-wife.

They have long not communicated other than ordinary trite about the development of Bella, even then only by phone.

He knows full well, Doddy hasn't been back in 10 months. He believes that the man only lied about his feelings for Diah, proof that Doddy never contacted Diah again after they were both divorced.

Bram felt responsible for the status he had placed on Diah, he will try to talk to Diah again that he actually has nothing to do with Aisyah as he had thought so far.

Time might have allowed Diah to reopen the door of the heart for her, wouldn't it be better to be late than to have no intention at all?

"It's over, sir..." The sound of the flower shop keeper broke Bram's mind who was wandering, going to and fro.

"Oh, yes..why?" Bram stood up swiftly.

"What to write on the greeting card?" He asked while showing a bouquet of beautiful medium-sized roses that look elegant.

"How do you mean?" Bram asked confusedly.

"Who would you send it for? Do I have to write his goals and remarks as well, sir?" The shopkeeper asked.

"Oh, this is actually for my ex-wife." Bram replied timidly. The shopkeeper girl was now completely unblinking looking at Bram.

"I don't have a word worth writing. To apologize, it feels so bad. Saying love, too much. Maybe just leave it like that, plain without the greeting card." Bram said as he chuckled, for some reason he felt funny with his own behavior that was like the first time he fell in love with a woman.

"All right then, sir." The shopkeeper nodded his head, still confused.

"Do you have any advice on what to say when handing this flower to her?" Bram asked suddenly. The young shopkeeper raised his eyebrows.

"You want to talk back to your ex-wife?" Asked hesitantly, Bram was amazed to hear the spontaneous question. He actually did not dare to think there, but he just wanted to try to pay attention to Diah, something he had never done.

"Is...is that possible?" Bram as if asking himself, the bengong shopkeeper himself saw Bram's strange behavior.

"I know that, sir..." He answered while shaking his head. Bram laughed a little, laughed at his behavior. Then immediately ended their conversation by asking how much the bouquet was worth.

The shopkeeper immediately mentioned the amount he had to pay in haste to remove two pieces of red money from his wallet.

"It's too much, sir." He returned the money he had given her.

"What's wrong. That as a sign of my satisfaction, has been made a bouquet like this beautiful." Bram said as he passed, a smile expanding on his lips.

At the sight of the clock on his wrist, almost four o'clock, he had to rush to Diah's office.

He knew Diah was coming home at five, if the road wasn't jammed he'd be waiting at the front cafe. As soon as Diah came out, he just had to get to her.

If Diah pleases maybe they can both spend the afternoon in the front cafe for a moment.

Talked a lot of things...

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