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Indra had heard that if someone nearby had just graduated from an institution or been inducted into a certain rank, someone could join in celebrating its success by giving a bouquet of flowers. Indra had already bought a medium-sized bouquet wrapped in silver soft satin cloth with gold mesh ribbon. While choosing a place behind the auditorium so as not to be too flashy, Indra observed the entire series of events and waited patiently. One of the reasons was when he could see the wife who went up on stage to receive the samir and official rank as a foundation educator. All those who will be inducted that day wear formal attire, where the men wear silver suits with gold ornaments, similarly, the women wore simple knee-length dresses with gold ornaments with curled hair. Indra gave a small smile seeing that the dress was a perfect fit for his wife. When the inauguration was finally completed until all the new educators were able to meet their respective relatives who also came carrying a bouquet, Indra actually walked outside the building and towards the quiet side garden. He doesn't like the moment in the crowd. Not forgetting, he called his wife-calling her out.

The footsteps came closer shortly afterwards. When Indra turned his head and showed the bouquet in his hand, the wife suddenly slowed down and looked at the bouquet in disbelief. Indra smiled faintly and handed over the bouquet as the woman stopped before him. "Congratulations on his inauguration, Indri."

"... thank you." Indri clumsily received a bouquet full of lilies and white roses. Her fingers traced the soft petals of the flower. He briefly sniffed and was immediately attacked by a very soothing fragrance. The woman liked him and smiled. "That's lovely. You're the one who asked for this combination?"

"Not really. I don't know what a good combination of flowers is. I'm just asking for that flower stamp to fill up more white lilies and wear silver." Indra raised her shoulders. "Well .. maybe the color is a bit monotonous and too plain."

"No. It's exquisite. Really." Indri again inhaled the smell of the bouquet. This time it went deeper until he sealed the wisdom with a fluffy smile.

Indra's eyes accidentally judge Indri's dress that turns sleeveless and shows the woman's white shoulder. Indra happened to come wearing her dark brown coat. The coat that was being draped in the fold of his elbow was then used to envelop the body of Indri. "Who takes care of your dress? Too open," he grunts.

Indri laughed nervously. "I don't like it very much either, but everyone agrees with this model." His hand pulls the edge of Indra's coat tighter so as not to sag. "thank you. It makes me more comfortable."

Now Indra's attention is also shifted to the white neck and level of Indri exposed. The man did not hesitate to pull off the decoration on the head of Indri until the hair loop of the wife was broken and scattered on the back. "Such a hair model will make more men notice you," he said as he was stared at in shock by Indri. "And I'd rather you growl your hair." The man turned to link their hands. "Let's get lunch."

That was a few months ago. Indra barely forgot because of her turn which was made busy by successive military training and forging. The chance of Indra meeting and spending time with Indri can even be counted with fingers. The man did not like the condition, but he still had to fight so that next, he could be easier in keeping Indri while continuing his childhood desire to join the military. Longing to try to be muted and replaced with the belief that his efforts will get paid. It's working. Indra successfully passed all stages and became the best graduate. Indra was appointed as an army coach. His inauguration along with dozens of other people were also attended by relatives who wanted to welcome their success.

Indra initially did not expect much Indri to come, especially because his wife was also busy to adapt to the environment of the foundation. However, the more often he saw relatives of his friends who came, the more the man hoped. Until after the inauguration was completed, Indra suddenly received a phone call. Indra immediately went to the place he was told, almost even running. Truely so. Under a tree on the edge of the field that became the inauguration place, Indra found the wife in her service clothes as an educator.

"You fit in perfectly with that" Indri told him when he saw Indra in his military uniform. The woman held a bouquet of flowers in her hand and smiled sincerely. "Congratulations on your inauguration, Indra."

Indra was momentarily stunned by the contents of the bouquet which was dominated by the moon orchid and some of the white roses. Indra grabbed it and felt a soft silver satin cloth wrapping around it. Indra breathed in her scent deeply until her eyes closed and her nose sank among the flowers. That's the scent he likes. Indra immediately smiled gently and looked at Indri in the shade. "thank you. This is enough. I like it."

Indri fell silent clumsily because his guess turned out to be true. "Well .. the color is just as monotonous, anyway," he was embarrassed.

"It's okay. I prefer the smell. Just like your body smells."