MAHMUD, I Love U
A Bound of White Roses

"Sir, there's a flower."

Bi Marni handed a bouquet of white roses to Mayra who that afternoon was playing with Grace in the backyard. The back of the Mayra family home is great for relaxing in the afternoon. The land with an area of 11x8 meters was transformed into a green garden in the middle of which he gave a swing brackets. In the right wing corner of the garden, it was water-dropping whose sound was soothing. It was there that Mayra with her daughter enjoyed the afternoon while waiting for Azka to come home.

"Who are you, Bi?" Mayra received aunt's gift. He saw the rose roll. There is no sender name.

"Who sent you, Bi?" Mayra asked again.

"Lacking to know, Ma'am. The guy just goes away."

"Courier?"

"It doesn't seem like it, Ma'am. The clothes were neat, not the courier uniform either. But he did ride the bike, Ma'am."

"Oh, thank you, Bi."

Mayra leave Anggun for a while at bi Marni. While he was carrying the bouquet of roses into his room.

In the room, Mayra looked at the flower. Is beautiful. White roses are her favorite flower from the past. But he sure wasn't Azka the sender. Because if it is true him, Azka would prefer to give the flower directly. Her husband had never given her flowers again. The last time Mayra remembered, Azka gave her flowers during her wedding anniversary that coincided with Anggun who was seven months in the womb.

Eventually Mayra's guess fell on one name, though,

"Basic boy!"

***

"Yank, you bought flowers?"

That day Azka came home late again. Lately, many patients come to the hospital to consult with him. He arrived home at 9 p.m.

"No, Yank. Which flower?" Mayra replied while tidying up the messy seprey because she had just played with Graceful. Her little daughter was asleep on the small bed next to their main bed.

"The white rose in that middle chamber vase. I thought you bought it. Tumbens." Azka took off her shirt. He put down his tired body.

"Oh, that flower. Somebody sent it, Yank." Mayra answered casually while sitting next to her husband.

"Who?" Azka.

"Either. No name of sender."

Mayra's lying. He deliberately covered Rendra's name. He wanted to know where the man would continue his game. For that Mayra also hopes her husband never knows. Mayra thinks Rendra just wants to play. Because indeed, which single men are willing to like one-child women especially still married, if not for fun?

Although Rendra does not seem to know who Mayra really is, but Mayra is sure the man already knows. There must have been a co-worker who told me about him. For that Mayra promised, he will end everything if the game is finished.

"Just throw the Yank flowers away. Must be the guy who sent it?" Azka was getting jealous.

"According to auntie, Yank. Who sent the man."

"Yes, just throw it away. I don't like flowers from other men in this house."

"Hehe. I'm sorry, my dear." Mayra clung to her husband's body. "I threw away the flowers first."

Cup.

One kiss landed on Azka's cheek.

But without Mayra knowing, from the darkness across the street, a pair of flower-giver eyes watched her while clucking in annoyance.

***

Today Mayra did not find Rendra in Griya. Lina said, the man did not enter for two days.

"Two days? What about the fate of the client?" mayra protest.

"That's it, today and tomorrow we're free. Mostly make plans for Saturday Sunday. That's a smart kid too."

Mayra mangosteen. He could already guess the reason the little boy didn't come today.

The short-haired woman who that day wore plain black dres as her knees searched for incoming messages on her WhatsApp app. He stopped at a message with the sender of an unknown number that had recently sent him a message. Mayra typed in the column below.

📨 'After sending flowers, now you run away? Fear also seems.'

Clik.

The message has been sent. Check two, sign sent. Mayra just waited for Rendra to read it.

Not waiting long, tick the two is now blue. Mayra stare at her phone screen. There Rendra was typing ...

📩 'I didn't run away. I'm looking for the right time.'

Mayra smiled cynically. He immediately replied to Rendra's message.

📨 'Exactly for what?'

📩 'Wait just.'

📨 'You know who I am?'

Mayra deliberately asked that to convince.

📩 'Know.'

📨 'NO! You obviously don't know. If you had known, you would have run away.'

📩 'If you already love how?'

Mayra. But this time the message was not answered. He is busy with his own mind. Apparently, Rendra already knew that he was married and had a daughter. What then?

"Ah stupid. He is friends with my Facebook. He automatically knows. Or, has he been shunned by another employee?" Mayra.

Although Mayra's Facebook profile photo was only a picture of her alone running on the beach almost forming a silhouette, but her photos with Anggun and Azka many he uploaded on other albums. Rendra must have looked through his album.

"It's a boy too, yeah." Mayra is in again.

But the recklessness of Rendrlah which even makes women who are even sweeter if wearing the glasses, also curious to continue to follow the game made by the 'bocah'.

The unknown number on Mayra's phone finally has a name. He kept the number with the name 'Bokah'.