The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
Floral

Nothing special all day. Salma was quite peaceful because his rival Wenda was not in school. The clock shows the time to go home. Salma and Zafir led their bikes to the gate.

"The shop is far?" ask Salma.

Zafir. "It's only ten minutes from here. Through shortcut means. If you go through the main road at least five dozen minutes," he replied.

Salma nodded in understanding. "You have to lead the way."

Zafir and Salma got on their bikes and pedaled. The longer their backs stay away from the school gates.

According to estimates, Zafir and Salma arrived after 10 minutes of cycling through a shortcut. Salma stared in admiration at the building in front of her. Honestly, I just found out there's a flower shop around here.

"Lo, why is that?" asked Zafir who realized Salma was not budging from his place.

Zafir's voice was able to awaken Salma from his admiration. "Ga exists. Just surprised to be this good. Usually the flower shop is not as luxurious as this," he replied.

Zafir smiled in response. "Keep why are you still here? Come on in," he asked.

Salma nodded small. They set their feet in the shop together. At the same time, the bell placed above the door sounded.

"Welcome to Nirankara Flower Shop. Can I help you?" said an officer.

"I want to meet the manager of this store can mba?" ask Zafir.

"could. Are there any complaints about our products?" tanyakanya.

Zafir. "No. I just want to meet my mom. It's important to me."

The officer glared at hearing it. "You're Sherin's son, right? I will call you for a moment. Sorry for the inconvenience" he said.

Zafir nodded while Salma looked at the lazy Zafir. "Living said to meet your mother is very difficult. Pake all the managers an," said Salma. Zafir chuckled at Salma's scorn.

Shortly after, a young-looking woman came along with the employee. "Old old?" tanyakanya.

Zafir shook his head and rushed to kiss his mother's hand. "Just a bun" he answered.

"Tumben you're here. Any need?" ask Sherin who still does not know the purpose of her son.

"Zafir just wants to nganterin temen bun. He needs work for school, he said," Zafir replied as he glanced at Salma. Although not all of them are true.

Sherin looked at Salma. "Do you really want to work, son?" tanyakanya.

Salma nodded. "Yes mom. I need to pay SPP" he replied. Zafir turned towards Salma. He thought Salma was only working to be able to keep pocket money.

Sherina seemed to think. "What do you want for a job? coincidentally, you need a flower and florist."

"Emm what mom. Two of them can also. Later on see which one needs my energy more," replied Salma.

"What is your salary per week or per day?" ask Sherina.

"Just a day ma'am. Can I work every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday? You see besides that day I have a private tutoring schedule," said Salma a little begging.

"This is not the right decision. But maybe he only works temporarily and not permanently. After all he's a student there must be a lot of work" Sherin said in her heart.

Sherin agreed. "agree. For a salary per day it is usually fifty to a hundred thousand depending on the number of orders."

Salma nodded steadily. "I agree too."

"Alright then take your uniform. Indira, take her to the locker room" Sherin called the officer named Indira.

"Yes ma'am" Indira answered while guiding Salma to a change of clothes.

After the departure of both of them. Sherin and Zafir are seen chatting casually.

"Why are you here again? Don't want to go home?" ask Sherin.

Zafir shook his head. "Ngga wants to bun, Zafir wants to help Salma. He must have been a full-time sapper at school. But don't reduce Salma's salary yes bun," he replied.

Sherin smiled at Zafir's request. His son is just there. But he was happy because his upbringing to help each other fellow humans still Zafir practice.

At the same time Indira and Salma also talked to each other. It just so happened that Salma had changed into her work uniform.

"Have you known Zafir for a long time?" ask Indira.

Salma nodded then shook her head. "It wasn't long ago, at least a week ago in Turkey" he replied.

"Thank you very much. Mas Zafir looked like a good person and cared deeply about each other. Moreover, it has a handsome face hehe," said Indira while grinning.

Salma laughed a little. "That's true but do not forget his behavior that mba," he replied.

"Hehe. Yaudah let's go out. Ntar kesorean finished," Indira invited. Salma nodded as well. Then they both came out of the dressing room.

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Sherina is seen commanding her employees. Before long he saw Salma coming out of the dressing room. "Salma you anterin flowers first yes. Can you ride a bike?" tanyakanya.

Salma nodded as well. "Mom, you can" he answered.

Zafir who heard that was amazed but mocked simultaneously. "Choose sure you can? Ntar fell down crying," he sneered. Salma seemed to hold back her frustration with a smile. The deadly smile meant.

Sherina smiled at the manner of the two. "Udah don't fight. Afternoon hunt, the Salma. If you want, help there. Than here there is no work," he asked.

Zafir paid his respects to his mother. While Salma was seen rolling her eyes lazy. If his new boss isn't there. Maybe he has hit Zafir this time.

After a long debate, Salma and Zafir finally delivered flowers together. But with a different motor, of course. They began to scatter towards the address listed by each.

Now Zafir has finished delivering the flowers. He rode his motorcycle back to the flower shop. But halfway through the road he met Salma. The woman is now checking her motorcycle.

"Woyy why? It's not falling, is it?" asked Zafir who actually looks mocking in Salma's eyes.

"Diem was lo Zulkipli. I'll check the tires again. I think it's leaking, but hopefully it's just less wind" Salma replied.

Zafir shook his shoulders indifferently. "Yes, just take it to the workshop," he said.

"The problem is there is still one flower that I have not anted. Help dong bring it to the workshop. I don't think anything is too far, '" Salma pinta.

"Have brought it yourself. Just leaked not until strike," said Zafir.

Salma finally gave up and chose to give up. He went back on his bike to find a workshop. Zafir also followed Salma from behind. After a short search they finally found a workshop.

"Assalamualaik."

A middle-aged man came over. "Vaalaikumsalam. Why is it the same bike?"

"Boor sir is like. Mr. patch first yes, I want to continue anterin flowers. Twenty minutes later I returned" answered Salma. The father nodded.

After that Salma approached Zafir who was sitting on a motorcycle. "Let's help me anter this flower. There's only one," he said.

"Yaudah come. Where's the address flower?"

Salma was seen examining the flower. Then he shook his head. "Ga has an address. How about, back to the store?"

Zafir smile. "No, that's a flower for you.