The Unity Of Love
UOL-65 Flower delivery.

Whusses...

The breeze blew lightly swayed the branches of trees rhythmically act like small birds that were aloof on the branches. A sunny morning brings a new day sheet, the sunshine sparkles in the eastern horizon providing love and warmth in this beautiful morning with the dew that soaks the plants.

A beautiful woman still wearing pajamas with her favorite yellow cartoon in accordance with her favorite color, she walked slowly while opening the scarf and letting the sunlight into her simple room. As usual he would enjoy the morning dew through his bedroom window and every morning there were always flowers perched on the window sills of his room. His favorite flower, the tulip with various colors accompanied by a note in it.

'Hy Baby! Look at these pretty flowers, just like your always pretty face!' The same note every day and Karmila was always astonished by the person who sent the flower, what a person does not have creativity by putting the same writing every day and especially how that person can know his favorite flower, the stalker!

"Who's the sender? Why do you keep the same notes every day? Maybe he's one of those cold people who doesn't have creativity!" He said put the bouquet of pink flowers in a special place that he prepared to collect his favorite flowers.

"Hm!"

The deg!

Hearing the sound of Deheman behind her, Karmila turned her head until she saw the man leaning on the window sill while looking at her from the outside of the room. With a flat face as usual but with such an intoxicating charm, it was indisputable if the man was indeed handsome.

"You again! How many times have I told you! Don't ever see me again! Don't you have ears?" Karmila angrily throws the man with the flower he was about to put. And so easily the man dodged until again and again Karmila threw all the collections of flowers that he had from rare to market. But not a single flower managed to hit the man's face, all of them falling in vain broken on the ground. Karmila who sebalut shut the window loudly without cueing until a loud scream was heard.

"Akhh!! Bloody hands!!" The man did not have time to pull his hand, until his index finger was now sad to be wedged by a window and bleed from his nails which were slightly damaged by strong window clasps, Karmila suddenly felt guilty. His blood poured out heavily but the man just used to look at Karmila who was trying to open the window again and let the man into his room as he took the medicine box in a hurry.

"It's your fault!" Ketus Karmila while plastering the wound and cleaning his blood with alcohol but the man was still silent looking at his face until he felt embarrassed and flushed because it continued to be the center of attention.

"Already! Now get out of my room, and remember not to send flowers anymore, because all the flowers you send are ugly!"

"Please let me stay for a while! I can't drive my car with my hands like this." His words were clear, with his pocket he took the opportunity that was asking Karmila to allow himself to settle down. Karmila who did not have the slightest thought, he could not live with a man in the same house without having any ties. Moreover, the annoying man always bothers him at all times, he can go crazy if all day with the strange man.

"Ti..."

"Awww!!! Sick, how could you let me be in pain! You're a doctor!"

"Ck, you handyman take a chance in narrowness! All right, but after that you have to go and don't come back!"

"Hm!"

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TBCS!

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