Diandra Dilemma
Second meeting
The day felt warmer this morning, after the rain that fell the last few days in Bandung . And since Sunday is the day that there are no classes for me, usually helping Aunt Ira at her flower shop is my routine, no exception today. Although it is only freelance but the job at the florist is my favorite, in addition to meeting beautiful and fragrant flowers, delivering flower orders to customers is also a fun activity. But of course, this afternoon I had to rush back to the cafe yesterday to make sure that my diary was safe and hope that no one would read it . Jeez, imagining it made me shudder in fear that someone would read it and laugh at the contents of my diary. Arghhhh .... !
"Th .... The diandra!" The sound of Aunt Ira's cry shocked me.
"Eh, i-yeah! What's the matter tan," my heart feels like it's going to take off my god !
"You are why, early in the morning, I was daydreaming! Not good to know the virgin child daydreaming.Later to catch hayoloh!" Now the speech dialect is a little centil with its characteristic teasing me .
"Eh, a .. nu, no Tan, I'm not daydreaming.What's the tan?" ask me to divert
"This, there is an order please deliver yes!As usual, the address is already Aunty catet, if there is no one to call Aunty aja yes!" said Aunt Ira while giving me a piece of paper with her address.
"Ready!"
"Eh, don't forget to ask for your receipt!"
"Yes, my beautiful Aunt Ira!"
"Good girl ." He said while giving a thumbs up for me with his style that is a little coquettish but funny.
Aunt Ira is the sister of my boarding mother who happens to own a flower shop, and only has two permanent employees.And I'm a freelance employee who only works special on Sundays, and I'm a freelance employee, because usually the second Sunday of his employee Aunt Ira is given a holiday . Although her character is centile, cheerful and sometimes chatty, but Aunt Ira is a strong and tough woman. The proof is that she was able to raise her two sons alone after her late husband died just when her second child was 2 years old. And now her two children have grown up, Andi , her eldest child who is now 17 years old, and Aji , her second child who is 10 years old.
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I also run a motorcycle and carry a frame of fresh white roses that are very beautiful. The person who received it must be very lucky !
The streets this morning are quite quiet, not as crowded usually make me freely around the streets of Bandung. Well, my hometown is indeed quite busy every weekday because of one of the active and productive cities. But this is what makes me comfortable living here even though I have to be away from Father and Mother who live in Lembang .
It does not feel like my motorcycle has entered the residential complex area . According to the address given by Aunt Ira.
Housing with luxury homes lined up neatly and cleanly.
Some security gatekeepers questioned me first before giving me permission to enter, the guard is quite tight considering the owner of this residential complex is not an arbitrary person.
After passing through several lines of the house I finally found the address of the house that matches the address given by Aunt Ira.
Luxury house with classic design surrounded by a fence that is quite high. After finding the bell, I tried to squeeze it. Soon a part-time mother came out and asked me my purpose and purpose. Hose no how long appeared a beautiful young woman who gracefully came over while asking , and when he found out that the delivery of flowers that came he looked so happy that he ran up to me to immediately take the flowers I was holding.
"Well, gorgeous! Still a little bit faster! Thanks yeah!" she said softly when she received the Flower from me .
After completing the signature of the recipient I immediately rushed home turning my motorcycle.
Just now I put the helmet back on, there was a heavy voice of a man who was like a stranger in my ear. Like I was asking, faintly heard by me, like I was asking about the flowers I just sent . Out of curiosity I also tried to dare to look back for a while, and .. boom! That face with that shady smile?!
I almost went crazy for it! How not? almost every time I like to continue to be met with him, but not allowed to just meet with greetings, and make a memory of regret for not having had time to meet him at that time. If only I knew his name!
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After returning and parking the motorcycle in his place, I rushed in . But, like there was a familiar voice I heard when I was about to enter the flower shop Aunt Ira, Well of course the voice of my best friend, Dena. The girl who had accompanied him to tears all night had now returned to being a cheerful girl again, especially she was very connected once while chatting with Aunt Ira who was quite fond of Dena who incidentally humble .
"Then are you here, Den?" ask me while putting the helmet on the table .
I'm actually not too fat, it's just that the cheeks are a little brash and make anyone want to pinch it, especially Dena!
"Ish, sick Den!" I said throw his hand
"Yauda, rather than fighting helping Auntie here flower arrangement!" Bring Aunt Ira
"Males ah, I don't like the smell of flowers!" decak Dena as it passes . Dena did not like the smell of flowers, especially when her mother left without saying goodbye .
Because I am an officer, well of course I don't want to have to help Auntie ira, after all I like the fragrance of flowers especially those that are still fresh .
Amidst my activities picking thorns on a flower stalk, I also remembered having to look for my diary that missed yesterday.
After asking Aunt Ira's permission to leave for a while, I rushed to the cafe yesterday with Dena, of course.
And, sure enough, my diary was left behind and it was fortunate that the cafe waiter was very responsible and kept my diary private. Safe and intact!
But, it was unexpected that one of the cafe waiters was my old high school friend.
Andrian Shiam or what I know by the name of Iamm, one of my favorite friends who does have a personal kind and friendly, also one of the friends who always help when I need. I never thought we would meet again after so long. Not much has changed from him, still just as handsome and calm. After doing enough and I had to go back to work, I rushed back to the Aunt Ira flower shop .
Just now my body turned around, suddenly my face hit someone and made my head hurt from a collision which was quite shocking.
"Eh, ma. You gapapa? Is there a wound?" Ask the hitter to worry .
Well, lucky my head's okay, just a little sick and shocked .
"L-yes, what a gap!" reply while massaging the painful part of the head.
'Eh, but the sound is not foreign!' I murmured in my heart
"Let me treat the wound first, yes!" Tramp
I feel the wound is not much, maybe even no wound, just a little pain due to the button hit his jacket is quite thick and hard.
"That's right, I .. "I said hanging with a gawking expression looking at the familiar face before me now.
"You ... "
"Yes?" her question was astonished to see my face gawking at her.
'God! For whatever sake I ended up meeting that shady-looking man, oh God!'.
Long enough we were silent, until I finally realized that the soul mate is not going anywhere, babe!
Can you imagine how happy I am?!
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