THE CLIMBER
DAMASCUS ROSE

An elegant-looking violinist with a handsome face began to put the violin on his shoulder and perform a classic song for them.

Not to mention the other special treatment that was given, they were truly honored guests at the restaurant at this time.

"Do you want to buy some flowers sir..? this is a beautiful damascus rose from Turkey, a little expensive as possible, but everything is worth it for you. You deserve to give this flower to your beautiful lover here..?" said the beautiful girl from across the country while carefully pushing the cart from table to table.

As the bunga scent moves it follows. Visitors around the restaurant room were immediately attracted by the color and aroma of the rose.

"This is a damascus rose, one of the most famous roses in the world, can you buy one for me, baby..?" said a visitor girl to her lover.

When a very romantic rose draws her heart the girl asks her lover. He was so bewitched by the flower that he could not take his eyes off her.

"All right, alright..!? I will buy anything as long as you like it." replied the young man, wiggling a golden grooji on his wrist. Then take a bouquet of roses from a cart containing thirty stalks of damascus roses that give off a very fragrant aroma.

"How much is this..?" the young man asked arrogantly.

"Thank you sir..? You are very smart, this flower is perfect for your beautiful lover" said the seller with a smile as sweet as the flowers he sold.

"Hmmmm, alright then, how much does it cost..?" said the young man while taking out his wallet with confidence.

The young man felt elated and proud when he saw everyone in the restaurant looking at him with envy and respect.

"There are thirty stalks in this bouquet, so it's all just one thousand and eighty dollars" said the flower girl.

"What..?"

The young man's hand shook slightly and his eyes opened wide, his wallet fell on the floor.

He had heard a lot about roses for three hundred or four hundred dollars but he had only heard of roses for more than a thousand dollars for the first time.

The young man was really shocked..!!.

"What's wrong with you, baby..? Rich people order this flower specifically for the wives of the officials and leaders of the country..?! These rose petals are very soft and delicate, professionally cultivated before picking. If treated properly and appropriately these flowers can live for more than three months without withering, so I believe they are worth thirty-six to forty dollars per stalk," said the young man's lover when he saw his lover dumbfounded to hear the price.

"My master knows from the first sight of your lover, he must be a connoisseur of flowers, he knows that these flowers are very, very, very precious..! do you want to pay with a credit card or with cash sir..?" said flower girl.

"What..? I didn't want any more, I remembered ordering another bouquet of flowers to give to her." replied the young man and hurriedly placed a bouquet of damascus roses on the wagon.

The young lover looks disappointed and embarrassed when many restaurant visitors gawk awkwardly and laugh at them.

Meanwhile, Arya was watching Elya who looked very enthusiastic and interested in the damascus rose.

"Well, do you also want that damascus rose..?" arya asked her beloved sister.

Then Arya plucked her finger and stuffed the flower girl to come to him.

The flower girl at that moment looked towards Arya. When her service required the flower-seller girl smiled and excitedly pushed the cart over to Arya.

"How many roses..?" asked Arya when the girl penlual bungga was in front of her.

"Sir, are you asking about the number of roses in my cart..?" asked the beautiful girl in surprise and doubt.

"Hmmm, yes there are how many damascus roses you carry." replied Arya.

"Tottal there's a thousand and one damascus roses sir..?" replied the flower girl with confidence.

"That's about right Miss, sir may I ask..? what are you going to do with that many roses..?" said the seller girl, while looking at Arya with a funny face.

"I will give it to my sweetest sister, as a pending birthday present," Arya replied steadily and unblinkingly.

"Sister this is overdoing it too much big brother..?" elya said a little spoiled.

"Give me some bouquets for Devi and the girl who wanted those flowers, if it was for you most" Arya said casually.

"It's up to the big brother..?" said Elya still with the mode.

"My lady will take everything, and I will pay for it with this" Arya said, then gave her elegant black debit card.

"All right, sir..? wait a minute." said the bungga seller girl while receiving the card and swiped it on the transaction tool he brought.

"DING"

The sound of card transactions on successful machines was heard, leaving everyone who heard the gawking in disbelief.

A young man with ordinary appearance spent US$ 36,000.00 money without blinking a bit. how much is the amount in his party..? that's all that's on everyone's mind. But for Arya the amount of money is only zero difference behind it.

"Thank you, sir, I asked for your address, sir..? I'll send him to you, and you'll plant some damascus roses as a sign of our gratitude" said the damascus flower girl.

Arya wrote down her address on the paper and gave it to the flower girl. Then take a bouquet of roses and give it to Devi.

"Take this for my greeting and Elya's introduction with you" said Arya while giving a bouquet of damascus roses.

"Oh yes, please give another bouquet to the lady there, say this damascus rose from non Elya" said Arya.

Just a nod and without a word the flower-seller girl left Arya's place, there was satisfaction and pleasure implied on her face.

"Sir Arya thank you, this is amazing. Thanks again." That's all Devi can say.

"Have you..? it's just a coincidence, don't think too much about it, a Damascus Rose is not worth the two internal black cards of nature lovers you gave us" Arya said.

While they were chatting across there a girl was very happy to receive a bouquet of damascus roses given by the flower girl.

"Sorry my lady told Miss Elya who was sitting there to give me this damascus rose" said the flower girl pointing at Elya.

The girl was so happy to receive the damascus rose that she had washed it so much that she wanted the damascus rose.

"PLAQUE"

It was as if a loud slap had struck the young man in the face, looking at the incident. His face was reddened with embarrassment.

Arya, Elya and Devi had finished their meal, they started to stand up and were about to leave the place. Suddenly though..

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