Love In The Hatred
Suspicious Man

A luxury car stopped in front of a flower shop on the side of the highway. A man in a white shirt came down carrying a black bag that had always faithfully accompanied him. A sweet smile always expands on the face when looking at the beautiful woman in front of the eyes looks serious serving the buyers who come to the Rosella store.

"You're home yet?" This beautiful woman hugging and kissing her husband's cheeks, she laughed when his forehead was frowned upon by a man who works as a doctor in one of the best hospitals in Canada.

"I came home because I missed you. How's our son-in-law doing?" This man stroked the stomach of the wife who was pregnant young. Yes, it was fate like what led them to get married and decide to settle in Canada.

"Good, baby misses his dad too. Come on in, I've prepared a delicious lunch for you."

"You are my best wife!"

They both laughed and entered the shop.

It has been 6 months, after the terrible incident everyone tried to organize life for the better, trying to accept the fact that those who have left will not come back again. Although it is very difficult and will not recover completely, everyone is aware that life will continue.

For Rosella, this woman looks strong when seen from the outside but, her heart is still fragile like a dried leaf that can be crushed with one grip. Even so, Rosella tried and worked harder to recover her feelings.6 months had passed, Rosella busied herself by opening a flower shop near aunt Jeny's cafe.

"I'm leaving!" Rosella grabbed a tote bag on the table next to the glass window, not forgetting to smell the preserved roses that were deliberately stored on her cashier's desk, women who wear this green tosca dres ran small outside the store.

"Hey Rosella, wait a minute!" alexandre shouted from inside the shop. "How could you come to the tomb empty-handed like that?" Alexandre gave a red rose to Rosella. "Take this!" he said while shuffling Sella's hair.

Rosella smiled accepting it. "I almost forgot that this rose is her favorite. Well ... I'll sprinkle these roses over the tomb, later." Sella kissed the beautiful rose.

"You sure you went alone to the tomb?" ask Andre.

"Yes, don't worry I'm fine." Rosella tried to convince Andre. Alexandre had no reason to arrest Sella. After Sella leaves, Andre goes back into the store.

From quite a distance, someone looks sad to see Rosella and Andre, he moves a stick and is limped across the street and into the flower shop that reads Rosella.

"Can I help you, sir?" Alexandre watched the man wearing the jacket and covering his face with the hat, the man bowed and held his staff very tightly.

"Ehm, I want to buy red roses" replied the man who was reluctant to see the florist. However, the ring around the man's finger attracted attention so he was sure that the man and woman he had seen had the status of husband and wife.

"Please go over here!" Andre invited him to see some roses near the cashier's table. "Please be chosen, sir!" Andre seemed friendly to serve him.

The man just kept quiet and looked around, the thing that caught his attention the most was the picture figura and the red rose on the table. Without permission I took the flowers.

"I want this one" he said with his head still down.

"Sorry, if that one doesn't sell! Please just choose another flower" replied Andre. He probably sells Rosella's favorite flowers.

"I'll pay you dearly." This man still did not want to let go of the flower.

Andre took a deep breath. "Look at you, the most beautiful rose pillij later let us preserve it like that" said Andre gave a solution.

"No, I just want this. This flower reminds me of someone!"

"Yes already!" The man relented and put the rose on the table. "I'll just pick another flower. Um, my throat is suddenly dry, can I have a drink?"

"Yes, please wait here for a moment, sir!" Alexandre went to take a drink in the pantry.

This man did not want to waste the opportunity, he put the flower in a backpack that hung on his back and did not forget to put a dollar bill on the table, like a thief, he quickly left.

Andre came back with a glass of water in his hand. "Sir, this is for you!" But he found no one there. "Where is he? That guy is suspicious." Alexandre did not want to take a headache, he returned the glass to its original place.

***

Rosella, walking on the sidewalk, had just left the tomb of her loved ones. Rosella occasionally greets people she meets on the street and sometimes looks down to read messages on her phone. He accidentally hit the shoulder of another road user.

"Akh..," said Rosella he took her handpone that fell on her leg. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Rosella was silent watching the man who was on his back, the man clutched his backpack very tightly, while one more hand held the cane.

"Are you okay?" ask Rosella. The man just nodded at her. "You want to go to mama? Let me take you," Rosella said she felt sorry for the man.

"No, necessary!" He left without saying anything more.

Rosella was stunned to see and hear his voice. His blood flow rippled warmly watching the man limp further away from him.

"What a pity for her!" murmured Rosella, she went back to her flower shop.

Arriving at the store, Sella smelled a delicious aroma from the kitchen. "I'm so hungry, what are you cooking today?" Sella leaned her purse on her black chair.

"As usual always cook delicious food!" Jessy came with two glasses of orange juice. "Drink!"

"You're good one time." Just one sip of orange juice was gone. "How many flowers have you sold?" ask Rosella.

"I'm in the kitchen, Alexandre's guarding your shop!" answer Jessy.

"What's my name?" Andre came suddenly "Open your drawer there's a lot of money there. There was a strange and suspicious man here, he left a lot of money on your desk!"

"Suspicious man?"Rosella and Jessy are shocked to hear that.

"Yes, at first he wanted to buy roses. But he asked for a rose on your desk. She thought the flower reminded her of someone!"

BRAK!!!

Rosella's breaking the table.

"Where are my flowers?" Rosella realized that the rose was no longer on the table.