NIQUE
FLOWERING FLOWERS

“Hai, it's Angel isn't it? I got this number from another classmate. Hehe. .”

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This Sunday morning thankfully I woke up again, because of the loud singing voice, and not according to the direction of the vocal teacher so that his voice was not good to hear. It is realized that today there is a wedding event my neighbor who is getting faster in volume, even though the housing is opposite from my housing. Very testing the patience of the nearest neighbor, for sure.

I still feel exhausted and run out of so much energy about yesterday, a real nightmare. For a moment I repeated to close my eyes and say in my heart: “kemarin nothing happened” and when I opened my eyes, I exhaled a long breath, yesterday did happen like a roller coaster.

Then I fad to see what time it is now on my screen, why the sun has gone up. It is fitting that the sun is quite illuminating my room, the day has entered at 9 am, hmm it feels like only 1 hour I slept again after finishing the Fajr Prayer.

It was realized that my phone already had several phone calls that were not picked up by me, and the sms that made me quite surprised. “Sorry who is this? Oh yes it is okay, I did not tell many people information about myself.” reply me quickly, after I saw consciously that the text was coming in from Wednesday afternoon.

Lho? If it is my classmate, why not greet me directly and tell me to reply. I feel bad, but. .

“It's Dusk, Flower sorry about me bothering you no?” reply in a minute.

Sorry Dusk, I have run out of pulses, then there is no way I will reply again. Hopefully my classmate, Dusk, doesn't think I'm arrogant. Besides, if you want to approach me, why not take the initiative to buy me a pulse? *ge-erku. What kind of friend is this, haha.

Indeed, after yesterday's events in the crowd, and hearing Zach's name, and hearing his voice directly so clear, heavy impressed very masculine, since then I have also become a frequent messem-mesem. I know that what I'm doing is not called Zach. But I even equate all men, is Zach. May I not compare between people. The form of Zach that I have not managed to meet, is able to make me dampen my initial intentions that really want to compare.

I called Mama for breakfast, and got ready because I had to go to the travel office to buy a plane ticket there. Because Friday’at we have to leave immediately to Yogyakarta.

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Arriving at the travel office, I saw a brochure and about the city of Jakarta - my birthplace. I want to go back and settle in Jakarta, I don't want to be here anymore. I'm so tired of having days here.

Then the travel employee who saw me staring at the old brochures said: “Adek, it's called the city of Jakarta - the capital of Indonesia.” I looked at him sharply and irritatedly, then went to sit right next to Mama.

Mama is curious but just a: “Sini Nak, tomorrow the preparations should be fast yes, because our house is far from the airport.” I replied with a nod and smiled wryly, because it was with the statement of the Mother-father who told me something very informative earlier.

Saturated waiting for the ticket purchase process, I again check there is a notification what goes into my phone. It turned out that Dusk told me that,: “Flower, how are you? You're all right, right? I just sent you the 20 thousand pulses I sent to your number, have you entered yet? Reply yes, Dusk.”

Huh huh? Pulse 20 grand? Struck by lightning did a child graduated from SMP voluntarily buy “ classmates” pulses? Haha even though I myself still have pocket money to buy it, but I am lazy to fill it. I don't want to be around anyone, nothing can make me hate being in love, like Zach did to me.

“I've been working, I keep the cafe. I live alone with my mother, Bunga. I helped my family financially.” I was surprised, it turns out there are hardworking and responsible men but still the same age as me. How about Dusk, I like the one that is much older than me.

“Oh so, by the way thank you very much yes. But my pulse is still there really, you don't have to bother to buy this much for me. I'm sorry, I just rarely play cell phones, and I'm fine. Thanks, yeah.

“Will you be my first female friend, Bunga? I've never had a girl story friend.”

I think that friends and partners have much different priorities, boundaries, and feelings. So I agreed to want Dusk.

I told her that I wanted to go to Yogya, and I was blooming.

“Flower flowers.” sahut Dusk in replying to my message.

Hopefully Dusk does not misunderstand. But I was willing to sacrifice my pulse to buy a frugal package in communicating to smooth communication with Dusk. Especially later this pair of friends will be related remotely. It was only through texting that I learned how smart and ambitious Dusk was in pursuing his dreams. Although Dusk was an only child, and became an orphan since grade 2 Elementary School.

In contrast to me, my life is very sad, to Dusk alone I closed tightly about myself. I cannot seem weak, even in the eyes of my best friend who is tough and has big dreams.

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Every day I was SMSed by Dusk, and I did respond only to friends, because according to Dusk's request.

Jum’at Day has arrived, I finally returned to Yogyakarta. “My idiot, I came” shouted me in the bathroom. Then there is a lawyer from the outside, which turns out my brother who has been queuing since 30 minutes ago and said: “Iya please dong, soul mate, later left this plane! Duh.” I was shocked and could only laugh back out loud, and asked myself: “my fool? Who really? My soul mate is in Jogja? Hahaha.”

“BURUHAN!!” said my brother with unstoppable emotions.

“My soul wants you!” I sang outside the bathroom wearing a long white towel that I was wearing.

“The bath is really long, but it's still acid! Dah hunted there ready, later Abang failed to become UGM child, hihi. Deck carefully at home yes, the spirit continues yes, the strong you. You're great, take good care of yourself. Brother believe in you, do not betray your brother's trust ya.” from the prank so blue haru.

“My soul will be you, Yogyaaa I'm coming!!” flip clothes.

“Aamiin, hopefully later meet someone in Yogya yes. Will you be a child of UGM? Haha, it must be a matter of course, it is your turn from Brother. Spirit yes dear, do not make it difficult Mama.” message my brother.