Among the Million Love
Chapter 29 ~Rose Flowers Again

At the dinner table,

“Papa, yesterday Dysa got a new position as chief of staff part.”

Let's hope Papa's happy, huh?

“Wah, cool! Continue, Nak.” Papa stroked my head. Yes, Papa's response is according to my forecast.

Unlike Mama, Mama even discussed other things in the middle of our conversation.

“Dys, Son. Looky.. Here.”

“What's up, Ma?”

“Cap it here!” Mama's orders were sitting on the sofa not far from the dining room.

“Nih, look. Handsome no?” Giving a photo from the screen of his smartphone, a man as the object of his photo. He's in a white uniform, whether he's a pilot or a security guard who cares.

Again Mama showed the child of her friends. For what, you know? Hahaha.

“Please no?”

I sniffed my shoulders, pouting in shame.

“Lumayan..”.

“Ya, Mama will come here huh?”

Jem! Start deh. Mama always decides her will as she pleases.

“For what, Ma? Don't propose to Ma? Dysa doesn't want to go on.” Slowly and weakly, I hope Mama understands my sadness when she sets me up like this.

“Iya-iya, take it easy. Already, there depart!”

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Walking into the building, where hundreds of bodies rest, one of the places where medics dedicate and devote themselves. Attach one of the fingers of the right hand to the finger print to fill the presence of presence. I took the elevator to the second floor, where I stayed.

In front of the door of my room, the room was in a special design with a sophisticated door lock, Mifare. Not yet fully attached to the sensor, my eyes have turned on a small package located on the bench waiting in front of my room. Paper bag is pink.

“Whose it is?” Not touching it, just asking. Maybe this little bag belongs to the little boy left behind. Not caring about it, I just went inside my room.

“Bu doctor Dysa? Sorry to interrupt.” A man came out of the door that I did not close.

“Oh, yes Mas. Why?”

“Bu doctor asked to see Mr. Danu in his room.” The kebon mas I know we call him Mas Akhmad.

“Oh yes, I will be there. Thanks for the information.”

Not long after I went out to see doctor Danu, senior doctor and deputy director of this hospital. This is what makes me tremble, as the head of the department then I will be faced with leaders of his level.

Knocked on the door of the room. In fact, for the first time I was welcome into this room. Magnificent, luxurious, fragrant, and neat. It's a lot different than my beehive-like room.

“Please sit down, doctor Dysa.” I sat on the couch in the room.

“Thank you, how can I help sir?”

“Hem, look. I ask for your availability to participate in the seminar held by the hospital.”

The seminar?

“Sorry, if you may know what seminar and in what event yes, sir?”

“Health seminar, yes as one of the events in the inauguration of this branch of Miranila hospital. I'll sharelock.” Nodding off.

After the meeting, I returned. I still found the parcel in the same place. Seeing something that wasn't there, made the seat unsightly. Just glancing around, find out what's inside.

“Rose flower?”

My heart was moved to further explore the contents.

A fresh rose; a;

A hello kitty doll;

Colorful hairpin;

Chocolate strawberry.

I'm sure that the owner must be a boy of Adelia's age. Put it back into the previous shape. However, a piece of paper suddenly fell to the floor and was indecently stepped on by my shoes.

The small white paper folded into four parts

...'To Dysa's doctor, good luck always.'...

As soon as he wrote, handwriting was neat, and the same as the type of writing on the brown box yesterday. Unfortunately the writing I threw away yesterday in the trash. Scratching the garbage container, in fact the paper is no longer there.

“So, this is for me? But, who is the sender?” wondered. It's impossible if this is just a gift for the promotion I got yesterday. Do I need to send gifts to me every day?

But my heart dodged, maybe this was from a different person.

At home, the atmosphere is so quiet even though it is still afternoon. Bi Darti, I asked where Mama and Papa were, she said Mama was away having some business outside. Meanwhile, Papa still hasn't come home from his official visit last night. Really, my parents were busy.

The living room table, I saw a red rose there.

Roses again?

“Bi, whose flowers are this for?”

“It, Non. There was a courier who sent the flower, he said to non Dysa.” Answer my house assistant.

There was no return address there, just a greeting card written neatly using a printing machine.

...‘For you, from me’...

Someone who gives this rose is not responsible. He wrapped a set of rose plants with their roots. Maybe the goal is for me to plant it back and not let it wither away. Alright, I ordered Bi Darti to plant it in a flower pot, it's possible that it will grow up.

“Oh yes Bi, if anyone sends something to Dysa, ask who the sender is Bi.”

“Iya, Non. Why?”

“No, just in case. Dysa is afraid that the person has the wrong address.”

“Good, Non.” Aunt nodded in understanding.

Inside the room, the sound of the phone along with its vibration distracted me. Mama called

“Halo, Ma?”

“Hello, Dysa. You ready, huh? There will be guests.”

“Who, Ma?”

“Mama's friends, get ready quickly. Tell Aunt to prepare food and drink.”

“Ya, Ma.”

Half an hour has passed, Mama's message has been sent to Auntie. As for me, I still lay my tired body on my beloved bed.

“Dysa? The boy? Open the door.” The sound of mama and the door bang woke me up who started sleeping in the imaginary realm.

Waving the barrow closer to my bedroom door, turning the door lock.

“Why, Ma?” Rubbing my eyes that must have been reddened so drowsiness.

“Hust! Mom told me to prepare. We have a guest, you are getting ready for bed.”

“Who is Ma? These nights are welcome.” Still sleepy.

“Night, your sirah was bald? Still at seven in the afternoon you said night?” Mama cursed me.

“Quick wear decent clothes. Comb your hair so it doesn't look like a lion.” Said Mama. Mama ransacked my closet, though,

“Which dating theme Mama kok Dysa bothered? Just tell me I'm sleeping or overtime kek.” Still can't accept my disturbed sleep.

Mama looked at me.

“Dysa, quickly clean yourself up. Change clothes or Mama hit!” Threatened him.

“Iya-iya. Puncture-hit, bulk-hit. Mama thought Dysa was samsak?”

Kirain bolsters what? Good body gini only for the target of the blow Mama.

“Nih, wear.” Knee-length, short-sleeved, black polka-dot dress.

Like a leopard. Serah Mama. Look at the fabric.

According to her, the hair that was left half scattered and the thin polish of powder and lipstick of light color belonged to Mama coloring my face. If I think this is too menor tub ondel-ondel Taman Mini, for Mama it's natural and stunning makeup.

When Mama is negligent, I steal the opportunity to remove the color lipstick and as shadow that is so contrasting on my face. Mama didn't realize it, I just kept quiet and closed my eyes when mama put on makeup. Don't know if in between my grasp there's a tissue as the savior of my face.

“Already, let's go down.”

Downstairs, a pile of humans were there. Fully fill the entire living room.

“That's who put the flower pot there?” Mom whispered as she went down the stairs.

“Tadi Dysa who told Aunt to make her rose.”

I swear, I don't know if Aunt put that rose pot in the middle of the living room.

Sit down, bud, and duck. Like the lady who will be enchanted to be made a sintren, so I feel.

“Nak, this is the son of Mama's best friend. His name is Baihaqi, try greeting each other first.”

I sting and scratch my back hair.

My mom would have to betroth me again. Ah ah, hand over.

I looked at this man in front of me.

Oh, so he's the one in the picture.

“Hai..." Lifting to my five right fingers. I'm so stiff, Dysa!

“Hai, I'm Baihaqi.” He stretched out his right hand.

“Dysa.”Reply with the same.

“Suitable Jeng?”

“Yes, actually bettt by now. We can besananan, nih.” Mom was acting silly.

“Dysa, Mas Bai is a pilot.”

Dysa did not ask Ma. I said in my heart with an ordinary expression. I don't know who else Mama's putting up for me. I hope the tragedy with Edwin does not repeat itself.

“Eh... Come on Jeng, eat the snacks. Come, come! Mas Bai, yok mas eaten. Sorry it's sober, let's go deck, Neng.” My Mom's.

Looking to the right side, a rose plant hangs there. In fact, who sent the flower has not been able to figure out who it is.