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One year passed. One week before Aslam's 31st birthday.

After meeting her in the hospital that time - The mysterious patient girl - Aslam calls it, making her want to go home soon. For Aslam the meeting was the first also the last for them.

Aslam now lives his life normally. Although Eugene's mother feels Aslam is still unconscious and abnormal, but Eugene's mother is very grateful because Aslam wants to live his life after the events that happened to him last year. Long enough for Aslam to adapt himself to his current personality. He also had therapy sessions and counseling with psychologists because mother Eugene worried Aslam experienced ongoing trauma. And that's quite helpful because the psychiatrist is a friend from Junior High to High School. This allowed Aslam to consult him like a casual chat. Although not entirely open Aslam because until now he still feels the things that are always entrenched in his heart.

Aslam who is now a work holic person. He who used to be a brand and just a joke, is now a reliable and great architect and businessman in the past year. Quite fast indeed, his capable abilities deserve in his current career. The rubble of rupiah and dollars in his savings fattened in an instant. Sometimes he used it to go to nightclubs and spent time sipping drinks there. He did it just to let go of the fatigue in him.

About women? Ever since Erina left, it was hard for Aslam to be able to 'rise'. In fact, the women who initially wanted to have it, slowly went away just thought it was abnormal. What the hell's going on? What's with that flagship 'weapon? It made Aslam not care at all.

Do not be asked how the feeling of papa Alex who has been giving Aslam support to continue his business. Of course he was proud. Aslam who is actually an overseas S3 graduate with above average brains was finally able to pursue the business he likes seriously. Aslam remembered what he wanted first about his career. He wanted to be a great architect like his father. Evidently at the moment he is really great in his business role.

In early childhood, Aslam wanted to become an architect so that he could make a palace for his father and mother, as well as for the princess of course. Thankfully, my dad supported it.

However, in reality the father who had made a magnificent palace for them. He said the palace that father Alex built was made for Aslam and his princess to live, and where in it will be crowded by the laughter of his grandchildren later.

It's just that after today, because of the foreign environment, Aslam was carried away by free association. Until he meets Erina, he is blinded by love. His brain is blocked.

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Aslam Pov's

"Son, where are you going so early in the morning?" Mom screams from the kitchen.

I woke up early this morning. Because I came home drunk last night, I forgot to work on a project that was supposed to be completed this afternoon.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked again. This time he approached me who was drinking a glass of water.

"I have a job, Ma." Put an empty glass on the dining table. "This one has a meeting with a client." I said later.

"Breakfast first, son," pinta mama.

"Later on. I'm late," I refused to act cold.

One more thing that changed from me was to never taste my mama's cooking again. Breakfast, lunch or dinner. I rarely eat. Lucky I have a strong body - I think.

"OKAY. Don't forget to have breakfast at the office." Mama stiffened herself. I know my mom is sad. Sorry Aslam yes, Ma...

I nodded in response to Mom's words. Then hurry to leave.

"Oh yeah, don't forget to stop by and grab a mama flower order!" Shouted my mother when my steps were almost at the doorstep.

Actually I'm upset. I don't think Mom told me to do it today. The new person is not just me. But, Mama!

Look, for almost a year, the house has been like a flower garden!

Without being able to resist also grumbling I did as mom told me to. And it seems to have become my habit. More precisely three months after I could arrange myself, mama began to collect types of plants and flowers. Every morning, as it became a mandatory routine, my initially reluctant and lazy body had to stop by the flower shop in the end I still set foot here.

The flower and cake shop was named : "Lilyana's Flower n' Cake". This store has been a subscription for mama for approximately nine months. In fact, people in this store have memorized if every morning I will take flowers order mama. Sometimes it's noon or afternoon if I have time, mama tells me to take her cake order. The blueberry cheese cake here is delicious. I tried it a few times and it made my mood better. I even smiled after eating it.

I went into the store, there was no one in it. And it turns out that the flowers of the mama order are also not on display in the place I usually take. I circled my gaze and glimpsed the time on the cake-shaped sticky wall clock and the flowers in each number. There was still enough time before I could finish my work.

The main priority now is to fulfill your mother's wishes. That's what's important to me now.

"Mas, you wanna take the flower order, okay?" Someone asked me to disperse the clumsy feeling that had been confused how because no one was in the store when I entered. I turned my eyes to her. This familiar voice sounded. "Mas coming parts, the flowers are ready bells. Want to wait, no? Or..."

"Quick finish I don't have time," without wanting to see her linger, I cut her words tightly.

"Huh?" He looked confused, was I too sniffy on him?

"Oh, yeah. Wait a minute, Mom." The girl left after digesting my unfriendly words and expressions.

However, that 'Mas' call why make my heart rumble?

I waited 15 minutes. The flower girl still did not show her nose. Pissed off? Yeah, of course you are. I was angry because he didn't come. As if something was missing, I felt out of control. It feels like to immediately follow and search for his whereabouts. But, this feeling I thought was because I was in a hurry to have to finish my work.

Regarding the flower girl, come to think of it the first time I saw her clearly. Usually I immediately take flowers or cake order mama without replying to the advice or greeting the girl first. I don't even want to bother looking at his face. I just came and paid straight away, without even bothering to bother waiting for the change of money I had to take.

"Bey! Be careful!" My daydream was distracted when someone suddenly shouted. "Where the hell, you. Where is Yuni with Faith?" I saw a man running anxiously. He took over the flower pot that was in the tent and carried the girl. And that guy, I seem to know him well.

"Thank you, Bang." The girl you just called, Bey? it's smiling. "Bak Yuni he's allowed to come a little afternoon, the rose is sick. Trus Kak Iman, yesterday said before he came here he would immediately anterin order bu Tari not to go back and forth," replied the girl gently.

The man turned around and immediately stood looking at me and frowned. "Lame? What's going on here?" tanyakanya.

"His mom's our regular subscription, Bang. She's Eugene's mother's son who orders flowers every day" the girl explained.

"Oh...apparently elo a regular customer who always takes flowers every morning? I guess which Eugene's mother is.." asked Rio - as soon as I called him. He's my best friend from Junior High who is still in his right mind among others.

"Gosh, I didn't think I was!" Pekiknya girang later.

"What are you doing here?" I was cold, but actually curious.

"Every morning I always stop by here" Rio replied.

"Well..."

"Auntie Lily?" I frowned.

Ah.yeah. This shop is called Lilyana's Flower. I never thought this store belonged to the Mario family. Maybe we cross each other every morning so we never meet. And it just so happened that today was too early I came to take my mother's order. "Here, take the change." Without going to talk any longer, I immediately took out five hundred thousand bills. And as usual, just leave without taking the change. Cih, even to ask all the price is not.

I picked up the flower order mama Rio had placed on the table, then rushed away from there. Earlier, I threw my car keys at Rio and took him to the office immediately.

From a distance I heard Rio grumbling. But I know, actually he was very happy because he could drive my favorite Bugatti LVN.

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"Now!" Unabashedly, Mario thrust something at me. He sat in the driver's seat and installed his seatbelt.

"What's this?"

"Eitherway. It's the loving Cibey" Rio replied.

I frowned. Then open the envelope. "Wet tissue?" Rio just sniffed his shoulder then drove forward his car. I stared at the package of wet tissue sachet with the baby. My brain picked up a signal right away if this wasn't good. My chest rumbles. I lowered the car's sun visor and stared fixedly at my face on the glass. I glanced at Mario. W***! Body's shaking!

"DAHAHA!!" Finally Rio's laughter broke out. Besides my best friend, he's my worst working partner!

Yeah, that's why I said he's the saneest of the rest. Because no friend is as brave as he expresses his expression to me. Others are more likely to feel bad about me and hold back. "How often don't you actually shower, anyway? Especially last night you mabok." Still with his laugh.

"Damn lo!" I took out a wet tissue and rubbed it on my face. The vow! I'm so ashamed!

"Good thing you're handsome."

"Huh?"

"Say Cibey, good thing you're handsome!" I don't know what Rio said. But I feel happy. Like an abege boy who gets greetings from his little girl.

"Badjay! I forgot to wash my face." Mario still belom can stop laughing. I hit it with the file map in front of me. Instantly he was silent. But he laughed again soon.

For chrissakes! I don't know why I want to laugh too.

"He...young brother?" I started the conversation.

"No. But he thinks I'm his own brother." There was a sad look from Rio's conversation.

"Lo, do you like girls?" Mario nodded. I don't know why I don't like his honesty.

"So because he's against Cindy?" Mario nodded again. Cindy was a friend during our Junior High, and she admired Mario for a long time. "But now Cindy has become a good psychologist, she is."

"Yes, and you're one of the patients."

"Damn, lo!"

Rio laughing. And I just grinned because her words were true.

"What's his name?" Again, I don't know why I'm so happy to talk about that wet tissue girl? Haha. and I don't know how many nicknames I have for that girl.

"Who? The cibey?" As if interested Mario to look at me.

"Ehm. W-who else.." I was nervous to take my eyes off.

"Eh, btw really tumben, you talk a lot today."

Yeah, Mario's right. After all this time, I'm a little chatty today. This time our casual chat was quite a long time and I usually just talk as necessary after the accident that time.

"Yes.gue only. Don't answer also gakpapa. Focal drive!" Suddenly I feel the bete.

"Lha, why are you the bete? You freak! Good thing you're good." Mario throbbing annoyed.

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EPILOGUES

Pov

I stared fixedly at the face of Mas Ganteng his son Mother Eugene - a regular subscription to our shop. Was he in such a hurry that he didn't have time to take a shower? Even washing your face does not feel like.

Very dirty, iwyuhhh...Fortunately it was handsome. Xixis... 🤭

I left a tissue on Bang Rio, hoping that the handsome Mas would not be offended.

"Why so?" Mbak Yuni approached me who was summing up the rest of the change that Mas Ganteng never took.

"Custom, Ma'am," I replied.

"Not taken again? Wahh for wong sugih money that much not how much. Go, take it."

I smiled in response to Yuni's words. "But I'm going to go back, ma'am. It's not our right."

A considerable number of nominations I collected during approximately nine months. I stuffed the rest of the change today into a sizable can of piggy banks and closed my calculation notebook.

Thankful that you are well until now. Do you remember? We used to talk together, on a hospital park bench...

TB