Mohabbat
What's Application?

Daisha smiled towards the new flower shop. Since moving, their store has never been quiet. There are always orders or customers who buy directly to the store.

He was grateful that his life was better now. The goal is to send Laila to college. In order for him to become a real human being, a human being who is valued by all.

You have to succeed, Laila. You must continue your education, I will accompany your journey.

Daisha's little heart murmured, indeed she loved Laila like her own little sister.

"Sister!" Laila hugged Daisha from behind, kissing the soft cheek at a glance before dropping her chin on the big sister's sturdy shoulder.

"Have finished? Hows it? Are they satisfied with our flower arrangements?" daisha asked as she held Laila's hand coiled around her chest.

"Mmm .. They love it, brother. They are satisfied, even they give more money. He said, for the postage" said Laila happily.

"Thank God." Daisha pulls Laila's hand forward and takes her sitting in the front seat of the store.

There was something he wanted to talk about with the teenage girl. Laila's education was interrupted due to cost and removals issues.

"What's up, brother. It seemed like there was something Big Brother wanted to say," asked Laila guessing the look on Daisha's face that seemed to be thinking out loud.

The blind girl sighed, she felt the table separating the two of them. Looking for Laila's hand and holding it.

"Laila, when we get back from Jakarta, you should start school. I heard there's the best school around here. This time, I won't let you refuse. All that for your sake, so that someday you will be appreciated by people and not demeaned again like now," Daisha said gently.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Humans will be appreciated for two things. First, because of the money. Second because of their science. If not both, have one of them. Fools will glorify you because of the treasures you have, but those who are reasonable will glorify you because of the knowledge you have."

Daisha's grip tightened as she felt Laila's hands moist with sweat.

"We are not born from a family of being, to eat alone we have to slam the bones. So, education must be united so that everyone does not look down on us. You have to be human, Laila. A human who knows himself, not just a human being," he concluded with a gentle smile to the teenage girl he raised as a sister.

Laila was filled, for a long time he buried his desire to continue school because of their mediocre circumstances. Not to mention, Daisha must routinely control her trauma problems if she wants to recover. He dashed his dreams and ideals to take care of his brother.

Now, Daisha's words sound like a request she can't refuse. The desires and ideals that he had buried long ago, were now slowly rising. Merely to make the brother happy.

"So, how? Are you ready to go back to school?" daisha asked again with a smile, "do not think too long because time continues to run and spend the opportunities given by God," he continued, moving their hands to convince Laila's heart.

The teenage girl stared fixedly at the two Netra Daisha who were somehow headed to where. Warm and soothing. If only they could see, they would be the most beautiful eyes in the world.

"If it's a request, then I can't refuse it. I promise to be a useful human being and Big Brother should be able to witness it all. Thank you, Brother. Thank you," said Laila, crying full of haru.

He leaves his chair and hugs Daisha. The feeling of happiness and happiness covers both hearts. We are thankful for the life God has given them.

"Your brother is right, education is number one in life. I have seen a great deal of how the uneducated are looked down upon. I agree, you should continue with your school" Dareen said as he approached the two.

He smiled at the love of both of them. They do not have blood relations, but the bond between them is so strong and cannot be broken.

He himself did not remember, did his relationship with his brother feel warm and familiar like the two of them? I want him to remember all his life with Cakra.

Why is it only the part of Brother that I forget? What the hell is it? I wonder what our life was like.

Dareen's heart and mind murmured in agreement, scraping out memories of their togetherness all along. Unfortunately, he did not find it all even just a glance.

Hearing Dareen's voice, Laila took off a hug. He wiped his tears and turned to face the man.

"Old, if you're married, you should make my brother happy. Don't make her cry, especially in pain. Don't ever. Brother should be happy, he's the only one I have in this world. Never hurt Brother," Laila pleaded with all her heart.

Daisha smiled, embracing the body of her sister and embracing her. Destiny brings them together by accident, to complement each other's affection. Daisha needs Laila, and Laila needs her infinite affection.

Dareen smiled, nodding while looking confidently at the two teenage girls' beads.

"I promise you, I'll make her happy. We'll both keep her smiling for the rest of her life." Dareen dropped a glance at the blind girl.

Happiness clearly emanated from his two empty manics. Her lips formed a smile, a smile that Dareen wanted to keep forever.

"You heard, Sha. Your sister blesses us. After meeting my parents, I will marry you soon. We'll live together, wherever you want," Dareen added flowers to Daisha's heart.

Without knowing what fate was waiting in front, Dareen said his sincerity under the newly rising rays of the sun was a piece. The light falls on the ends of their flowers, adding freshness to them.

Daisha nodded in agreement, it was better that way. If destiny wills, it cannot refuse. Perhaps by getting married, the burden it bears will be reduced.

"Alright, I have to go deliver the order again. There are only two more addresses left, after that is done," said Dareen eagerly.

Laila and Daisha smiled happily, both of them did not expect Dareen's presence to bring ease in their lives.

"I'll help Dareen first" he whispered to Daisha.

The blind girl nodded in agreement and remained seated listening to the voices.

"Let me, you stay here with my future wife" Dareen said as Laila was about to deliver the flowers.

"Ready!"

He returns to Daisha's place, waiting for customers to come and buy flowers. Their plan was to exhaust the stock of flowers that day before going to visit Jakarta.