OLEANDER'S OBSESSION
Can't Bloom Again

..."Sorry, it's free. Plucked flowers will never bloom perfectly again." - Joey...

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The rays of twilight were infinitely wide in the sky, entering through the curtains that were dancing was exposed to the gusts of cold wind and gently stroking strands after strands of long black hair the young girl who was hugging her knees on the living room sofa.

At that time, a sad feeling of pain, enveloped his entire body that was in despair. His gaze was focused on the Nictoria Nevret paper bag that was on the living room glass table. It had been four days that the paper bag was there and was not removed, the official clothes bought by Rain, it seemed he would never wear, let alone wear, touch it, he did not want.

Frustration and depression that mingled up tickled his body, again making him reminisce about a warm night that had made him lulled and beguiled at the sweet words and promises of the man who saved his life.

..."My heart was paralyzed and I couldn't see anyone but you and I promised I'd never turn away from you."...

Joey smiled bitterly as the sweet and venomous sentence crossed his mind again. A speech full of can that numbs his heart to the extent that he is complacent with it.

It had been four days since Rain had left her. To this day, the man never showed his nose again. Let alone back, just asking the news through a short message, not done by the man. Is the obsession really gone? As the saying goes, sweet run out, discarded.

"Hahhhh!"

Joey breathed out harshly. She grabbed her black hair that covered her face from the wind. The girl looked around. In a dark room illuminated by orange rays from the cracks of the balcony door curtain, his heart suddenly melted as he realized that he was back alone in the large luxurious room.

Remembering that, the angel was with him for only four days. But why, those four days felt so happy and full of color? In fact, four days is a fairly short time for someone to fall in love so deeply. Is it possible that she has been in love with him since childhood? The girl again argued with her own thoughts. Her heart said Rain was her first love since she first opened her eyes in the hospital as a child, while his mind said that it was just a feeling of admiration and gratitude for the services of the man so far.

"Sorry, it's free. Plucked flowers will never bloom perfectly again" Joey murmured, wiping away tears from the corner of his eye.

TONG TING!

Bell rings. With a heavy step, Joey got up from his seat while wiping away the tears that had soaked his cheek. The girl walked across the darkness of the room with an orange light that began to disappear. He opened the door with an empty look.

"Joey, aren't the lights on?" ask Harry and enter the apartment.

The private secretary held some food in his hands. He rushed to the dining table to put the package of food, then the man turned on the lamp by pressing the switch on the wall not far from the dining table.

"Eat. Mr. Rain has not been able to come here, he is still busy with some business," said Harry while taking a remote AC in the TV cabinet and turning on the central air conditioner.

"Busy with her fiance?" chirps Joey flat. The girl walked towards the dining table and sat down on the dining table chair.

Harry fell silent and breathed. The man walked to the balcony door, then closed the balcony door until the curtain that had been swerving because of the touch of the wind, now became calm.

"I've enrolled you on campus-"

"Om Harry ..." cut Joey. "I want to study in Australia, whatever campus I'm on, as long as I leave Indonesia."

True, until now he still has not fully found the meaning of his feelings, is it love or admiration? But still, he stuck with the man's expression of love, then gave away his precious object. Which girl will not be disappointed and hurt? Although not love, still he felt disappointed because the man did not hold his words and promises. In his eyes at this moment, those words and promises were just bait so that he was consumed by bait and became a meal from the man's obsession.

"I asked Mr. Rain first" Harry said.

"Tell him, if he doesn't permit me, I will still go out of this country no matter how!" threaten Joey's.

"All right, I'll tell you. That's the case, I say goodbye" Harry said as he walked to the door and hurried to leave Joey alone in the apartment.

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In a large room, where many files and odners are neatly arranged in the filling cabinet, it is equipped with a sofa and a glass table in front of an elegant wooden workbench. Rain is seen sitting leaning on a chair while turning his back to his desk facing a vast expanse of sky decorated with views of the city from the 57th floor. There were many lights adorning the darkness of the night, all visible behind the transparent glass walls.

"What is he doing?" murmured Rain gloomy.

The man's face looks tangled with a tie he's loosened and two shirt buttons that open. Nestapa's longing gaze was clearly drawn in his eyes.

Tok tok!

After a few seconds of knocking, Harry entered the room.

"Where?" rain asked without turning his chair to Harry. The man was still busy looking at the hustle and bustle of the metropolitan city with his back to Harry.

"His face is sad. He's completely ruined."

Rain sighed heavily hearing Harry's words.

"He wants to study in Australia. Outside of Indonesia. And if not followed, he will go from this country no matter how," explained Harry while allowing his glasses.

Rain immediately turned his chair to face Harry against the glass wall with a frenzied view of the metropolis. The man looked at Harry with a troubled look.

"Australian?" reset Rain. The man frowned.

"Yes, sir."

"You don't obey, he'll go anywhere? Ck. So reckless. Is life outside easy? The cost of living is harder out there than in Indonesia."

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SERIATE...