Khadija
His mother... Not Mother.

...5.5. His mother... Not My Mother....

Bluest.

“You're the oldest son, Bi! You deserve what your Papa has. If not you who hold the company of your Papa, there are children of Dusk ease! They can get everything, while you?! How good is it to open a photo studio? Unusable!” murmur Mama Jihan when she heard about the business that she will start.

The initial intention came to visit and inform him that the studio would officially open tomorrow. As well as bringing a bouquet of his favorite tulips for the sake of longing due to his busyness lately, it is now gone.

Mama Jihan remained in her stance, Want Blue to replace Papa's position in the company. Mama always thought that he was Papa's sole heir regardless of Barid and Barsha.

“Or is this not an idea from Dusk?! Yes Bi, really? Let her children control all your Papa's possessions?”

Blue sigh heavy “Not, Ma... It really wants Blue. Papa Sama Mama Dusk also initially disagreed, I force.” his rebuttal.

Mama Jihan shook her head, the way she smoked a cigarette in a quick rhythm explained her frustration. “Stupid you, Bi... Changing the future is equally an obscure endeavor! I want to see what your life will be!”

The wall clock keeps rolling until it shows the number of midnight. The apartment was deserted after the departure of Mama Jihan with her friends earlier. Unaware of age, old but behaving like a young man. Every day that is done is just a party, a walk, a socialite or whatever it is called.

Blue glanced at the bouquet of flowers that were brought still neatly laid in place of the place he laid earlier. A wry smile was painted on his lips. Just touch it no!

Then he grabbed his motorbike key and left the uninhabited apartment. Had thought of wanting to go home, but it would definitely be a question by Mama Dusk who knew herself to go home to Mama Jihan's place. Blue finally decided to go back to the studio. At least there is a tremble there that can accompany.

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Khadija.

Mashed. The girl that Kha knew because she had wanted to take her belongings some time ago, now she brought them to work at the flower shop. According to the story from Dipaya, since the age of 10 years, he and his sister Fateh who was 7 years old was left behind by his parents because of a hit-and-run. Since then Dipa and Fateh lived together in the old man's house. They relied on only a dozen or so people to survive, after which neither the mother nor her father's family wanted to care for them.

After graduating from elementary school. Dipa was invited by his neighbors to be a junkyard, looking for and collecting cardboard and plastic bottles to be sold. Dipa who did not want her sister to suffer bad luck as she was finally working day and night to send Fateh to school.

From the story, Kha felt touched and invited Dipa to work at her flower shop.

“This one is folded like this, next to it is also the same. In the pas-in do not get the width of the left right side is different.” said Kha who was teaching Dipa how to arrange a bouquet of flowers. “Well if the base is already, just put the tied Bungan earlier on it, continue to be wrapped like gini.”

“This centipede?” ask Dipa.

Kha tidied the flowers that have been wrapped neatly between various kinds of paper. “The make the end. Let it look neat and beautiful.”

“Ta-daa.” Kha waving her bouquet of homemade flowers.

Dipa breathed heavily. “It looks easy, but it's a hard try!” lamented Dipa.

Kha stroked Dipa's back slowly. “Ngak what. Slowly learn it.”

Maybe because Kha has not done a lot of promotion and not yet known to many people. The flower shop is still empty. He therefore used his time to teach Dipa about all kinds of flowers and their meanings. So that Dipa is not in trouble when later there are customers asking to recommend flowers that are suitable for their needs. Also teach how to arrange hand bouquets, table flowers, to standing flowers. For the need to make a flower board, Kha deliberately asked her cousin Adskhan to help.

Kha stopped his activities and approached Barid. “Waalaikumsalaam Mas Barid. Can I help you?”

Barid just commented a smile and then stepped inside the store, the man went around looking at the ornamental flowers displayed as examples.

“If you want to give a gift of flowers to people, what kind of flowers?”

“To celebrate something or just a gift, Mas?” ask Kha enthusiastically.

Barid sits in an iron chair in front of the cashier's desk, “As of a gift to Mama.”

Kha stepped towards the stacking rack. Show some examples of flowers to Barid. “Actually depends on each taste. But roses or Lilac flowers are good to give to Mom.”. “Can also orchids, carnations... Or want a tulip? Just like what Mas Biru ordered for your Mother yesterday?”

From the talk at that time, Kha guessed that Barid and Blue were brothers. Getting to know during the lunch box division event yesterday, because Kha also had time to get acquainted with a woman named Dusk. The woman who claimed to be the mother of Blue and Barid. Kha therefore thought that Blue ordered flowers for Dusk.

“She ordered for her mother. Not my mother.” Barid replied briefly but sounded sarcastic.Kha just frowned without answering Barid's words.

“So what flowers do you want?”

Instead of answering his question, Barid actually again threw the same question “According to Kha. What kind of flowers?”

Kha thought for a moment, then suggested a rose. He will combine red and pink roses, then make it into a bloombox bouquet of roses.

Barid was still sitting in front of him as he was preparing his order flowers. Every now and then the man threw a smile without distracting the item for a moment, making himself feel a little uncomfortable.

“Beautiful yes..” said Barid staring satisfied at his artificial flowers. “My mom would love to. The flowers are beautiful, like this flower... Also kayak who make.”.

“Still, Mas.”

At the same time. Aming, a white-haired cat with a slight milk-brown pattern entered the store and approached Kha. “Aming...” call Kha.

The cute little cat wags its tail and circles itself. Occasionally play the ends of his game. Because Kha likes cats, maybe Aming can feel it, therefore this little cat likes to approach himself just to wrestle spoiled or fall on his lap.

But his expression suddenly changed in shock as Barid forcefully pulled Aming from his lap without any excuse. “You're... Just like your master. Like to disturb people's pleasure.” said Barid who can't know what he means.

“Kha, how many flowers?”

“Em-four hundred thousand, Mas..”.

Then Barid took out the red and blue notes and put them on the table. “This is Yes Kha. Thank you, the flowers are good.” he said as he exited the store. He was still hearing when Barid spoke to Aming. “Come home! Basic naughty cats.”

To be continued.

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