FLOWER GIRL DANCER CAKE VENDOR
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After lunch, Hermawan no longer discussed his past, he was immersed in his own thoughts in his work room.
Aditya and Bunga do not want to ask as well, especially Aditya he gave his father time to calm down, after that maybe his father would want to tell more stories later.
Flowers take the phone in her bag, she presses her mother's number dial. The call was connected "Hello Mother" asked Bunga starting his call.
"Yes son, what are you calling mom" said Sonia.
"Mother knows Mr Hermawan?" ask Flowers.
Sonia just kept quiet without answering her son's questions now her mind was everywhere. His heart began to remember his past. Suddenly the Flower broke Sonia's daydream, with a slight cry calling to her mother.
"Mother, hello mother?" ask Bunga again because he did not hear the answer or voice from his mother behind his phone.
"Yes, my mom knows him. Why?" sonia replied while holding back her cries.
Sonia had buried her past deeply, now her biological son was again asking the figure of the man she loved in the past.
"Flower needs a mother's explanation" said Bunga.
"What do you want to know?" ask Sonia back.
"All mothers, all of them" replied Bunga.
"Well, I'll tell you later when you get home. Now the mother wants to rest first" said Sonia while deciding her son's phone call.
Bunga complied with her mother's request, she won't force her mother to tell her on the phone right now. Finished putting the phone back in her bag, Bunga went back into the house, before she went to the porch for a phone call.
Flowers did not find Aditya in the guest room, she ventured to ask the maid to ask where her young master was now.
"Sorry Bi, where is Aditya?" ask Flowers.
"Young master is in her room Miss, and Miss is asked to meet the young master in her room after she finishes calling" explained Auntie.
Why I was told to go to his room everything, muttered Bunga. His mind has gone everywhere.
"Sorry Miss, do I need to drop off" asked Aunt who saw the confused Flower.
"Eh yes, no Bi, just show me the room next door where let me go alone" said Bunga.
"Young Master's room on top of the far right corner itself" Bibi explained as she pointed at Aditya's room.
"Good Aunt thank you" Flowers replied.
Then Bunga went up to look for Aditya's room, easily he could find it, because he had been to Aditya's room before that time. But he asked again, for fear of being wrong in the room. Aditya's house is so big, all the walls and rooms are the same if the person who has never lived in Aditya's house.
Aditya's room door opened slightly, Flowers peeked from the outside, he did not dare to enter fear that Aditya would mess with him later.
"You stand outside constantly" cried Aditya who made Flowers surprised.
"Sit here" pinta Aditya, who had sat on her bedroom sofa first.
Flowers follow Aditya's request, he sits next to Aditya. Flowers noticed Aditya who was sitting on the laptop.
What is he doing. murmured Flowers.
"Wait a minute I finish my work first" explained Aditya without glancing at Bunga, his gaze still focused on his laptop.
He told me to come here, but he was busy working.
Aditya heard the Flower grumble, a faint smile enveloping his face.
"Please wait a minute, I won't be long. If you are bored, you can watch television first" said Aditya.
"No ah, I don't like watching television most gossip shows" Flowers replied.
Flowers also took out a cellphone in her bag, apparently there was a message from Rina. Flowers also read it "Bunga Bak material to make a cake has begun to thin, mbak Flowers can shop when approximately".
"I'll spend the afternoon. You record anything less then send to me" reply message Flowers.
Bunga glanced at Aditya after ending the message with Rina.
"What's wrong?" aditya asked, after seeing a Flower glance that meant something.
"The cake at the store is starting to thin. Can take me shopping later in the afternoon" Pinta Bunga gently.
"Alright" Aditya replied, continuing his work.
For a long time Bunga waited for Aditya to finish the work, drowsiness came he repeatedly yawned and finally he was not able to hold it. Flowers sleep in their sleep.
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