The Marriage Of The Game
Extra part - Tulip Flowers

Two years later

The ringing of bells rang out in the ears, it appeared that a man had entered the flower shop. The man spread his gaze around the contents of the shop–selecting the flowers he would buy for a woman he had never met for a long time.

"Good afternoon. Do you want me, help!" said the flower shop owner as he approached the man while smiling.

"Hmm ..." the man thought for a moment while scratching his non-itchy nape and smiling shyly.

Seeing the gurgle, then the store owner's, understand. He picked up one of the bouquets of peach-colored roses plus a few stalks of daisy later, shown to the man.

A moment the man gawked unblinkingly, before the shopkeeper reprimanded him politely. "What about this?" ask the shop owner while smiling at his hospitality.

"I love it, it's so pretty." The answer was spontaneous while asking the owner to immediately wrap the flower.

"Alright, then I'll wrap it up!" before walking towards the table.

Very carefully he wrapped the flower with wrapping paper complete with colored ribbons in line with roses. For a moment the owner watched the bouquet of flowers that had been ready to be given to the man.

"I miss." Both of his beads looked teary, remembering someone he so longed for.

"It's over, hasn't it?" asked the man, when he approached and saw the owner of the store was daydreaming.

"ah! sorry," jerked. "Here, your flowers are done." Give her a bouquet of flowers after the man pays for it.

"Thank you" said the man before walking away.

The shopkeeper looked at the man's back and disappeared from view with a happy smile. Remembering the first time, he intended to open a flower shop for a reason.

To him, flowers were a medicine that could release his yearning on someone. For two years, he occupied himself with caring for the flowers he planted himself. That way, he could slightly forget the sadness and loss in someone who until that moment, was still in his heart.

There have been many men who approached him but, always rejected by saying that he was married. Had not believed, but clearly he showed a wedding ring that was still coiled on his ring finger.

He no longer wants to open his feelings to any man, because his love is still attached to a man who is still expected to come back to see him, even though it is impossible for him.

Since the tragedy two years ago, he has never heard from the man he loved again. Although trying to find out its existence, but the results are always nil. His residence house was empty uninhabited, even his company was held by someone else.

One that made him wonder, why there was no news about the man. In newspapers and electronic media, no one heard about the events that happened to her lover.

"Aleta!" reprimand mother Azra when she saw him pensively alone staring towards the entrance.

Aleta turned her head after waking up from her daydream, then she smiled knot and returned the call of Azra's mother. "Mother, what's wrong?" ask Aleta while disguising the look of her own face.

"Mother wants to replace your duties, to keep this shop," he replied immediately stepping towards the cashier's desk.

"It's okay, Mother! I'll keep this shop till tonight." Aleta refused not to bother her mother, because Azra's mother had helped her a lot.

"Mother is tired of being in the Village office all day," he lamented by singing a little of his lips.

"Then you can just sit down! let me serve the customers" Aleta advised unyieldingly.

"Once in a while Mother will serve customers. You can take a walk in the front garden, just for a breath of fresh air, this afternoon!" her door encouraged Aleta's body not to stand in front of the cashier's desk.

Aleta sighed. It's hard to refuse if you want something. He said goodbye before stepping out of the store and Azra's mother replied with a sumringah, like having the meaning of the image of her face.

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His footsteps crept slightly slowly as he passed through the vast expanse of the park, with a view of the lake in front of him. Aleta sat down on one of the garden chairs and leaned there.

His eyes were fixed towards the lake– saw a couple of lovers who were riding a duck boat. Somehow, seeing that Aleta just shed tears. He was reminded of Damar.

It is difficult to throw away his love for Damar, although hundreds of times he tried to forget, however, the feeling is always inherent in the heart. There are things that constantly make him remember the memories with Damar.

He suddenly flinched when someone touched his shoulder from behind. Soon she wiped the tears on both of her cheeks and looked back. Looking at the little man who smiled at her while giving her a red tulip flower.

"Forku?" aleta asked confusedly.

The little man instead of saying Aleta, he immediately ran and left there as soon as Aleta called him back to just say thank you.

Not wanting to take a headache, Aleta put the tulip beside her and came back dumbstruck. However, again his shoulder was patted by two little girls who brought four red tulip stalks, just like before.

Aleta again asked, but still always did not get the authorization of the two little girls. His forehead shriveled when he was confused with the little ones, who without cause gave him flowers.

He put together a stalk of tulip that the little man had given him with the four sprigs of tulips he had just received. He held the flowers and sat back down.

This time he again got the same shoulder clap, inevitably making Aleta look again. However, he was surprised when he saw someone bring a bouquet of flowers large enough to cover his face from Aleta's view.

"I'm sorry, I can't take it." Aleta refused firmly. He does not want to take it for granted without an unclear purpose, after all he does not intend to open his heart to anyone.

The person did not answer and continued to extend his hand holding the bouquet of flowers to receive Aleta immediately. Seemed someone was impatient, seen he wiggled the bouquet of tulips.

Bravely someone thrust a bouquet of flowers right in front of Aleta's chest, so that Aleta spontaneously held the bouquet of flowers while grumbling.

"Hey!" aleta reprimanded that someone was considered disrespectful, after he rejected her many times.

"I told you, I'm ti-" Aleta said cut off.

Aleta's two beads were perfectly rounded and the bouquet accidentally slipped out of her grasp, as she looked at a man standing before her with a big smile.

"You don't miss me" said Damar, stretching out both hands, hoping to get a hug from Aleta.

Aleta stepped slowly closer to him and stood right in front of Damar. Looking closely at her face, to ensure that Aleta is not dreaming or imagining the shadow of Damar.

"I'm not dreaming!" let Aleta shine to herself.

"Am I only a shadow to you" he licked as he pursed his lips.

The tears now crumbled as Aleta's hand stretched out to touch Damar's cheeks. He rubbed gently using his thumb. Damar felt the tremors of Aleta's hand along with her cries.

Aleta scattered her body into the arms of Damar who had stretched out both hands. Replying to Damar's embrace by wrapping both hands on Damar's back and crying there.

Let go of his longing and happiness, for the Lord has granted his prayers to reunite himself with Damar. For two years he threw away his negative thoughts– denied that Damar had been in a different world with him.

Damar unceasingly kissed Aleta's hair buds. He also let his woman cry in his warmest embrace.

Aleta let go of her embrace suddenly and stared intently at Damar with an angry expression. "You have heart!" his scolding while banging the chest of Damar field is strong enough, to make the owner complain of pain.

"For two years, you've let me wait for you like I'm out of my mind. Makes me look around for your whereabouts and second-guess yourself about your condition, you evil bastard!" aleta was upset.

His mouth continued to blabber endlessly, letting out all the grunts he felt during those two years. Desiring to explain however, Damar was not given a chance to speak.

Until finally Damar devoured Aleta's lips and made Aleta silent for a moment, no longer making a sound. Only his eyes opened wide in surprise to find Damar's sudden reaction to kiss his lips without excuse.

Damar released a kiss on Aleta's lips and fused her forehead with Aleta's forehead. "I'm waiting for your answer!" damar said on the sidelines of his second breath.

"I will answer it" retorted Aleta who suddenly scooped Damar's lips aggressively.

The two kissed affectionately under the beautiful-looking twilight sky. Both pairs of their eyes closed, feeling the pleasure of the love they gave each other. Long enough they kissed, making Aleta's hands coiled around Damar's neck, while Damar pulled the woman's slender waist to get more attached to him.

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During those two years, apparently Damar run a series of healing processes on his body in Mayo clinic, United States. The largest and number one hospital in the world, Erick deliberately chosen to treat his boss was until really healthy.

Erick also deliberately asked all bodyguards and all workers at the Damar residence not to say anything to Aleta, even asking Azra's mother to keep it a secret to Aleta.

Paying all the media to shut up and not to broadcast anything about Damar's news. Even falsifying Damar's corporate identity, telling people there that the company doesn't belong to Damar anymore.

The crazy idea was opposed to Damar but, firmly Erick said all that he did for the good of both. He wants his boss to recover completely without thinking about other things.

Damar also did not allow Erick to use a mobile phone. He is obliged to focus on the healing process and that is why Damar is motivated to return to health, in order to meet Aleta soon.

The two years he spent consistently, although previously the doctor predicted Damar's recovery would return to normal take three more years however, once done the entire examination of the condition of Damar's body has really improved 99 percent.

All the doctors who handled his health alone to give a second thumbs up and clapped, seeing the spirit of Damar who never despair. All because of the power of his love, for the sake of meeting Aleta.

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..."I Miss you and I love you!"...

...❤️❤️❤️...

**Alhamdulillah finally finished my first work, thanks to the readers of MOTG who always support this work, until the end. Sorry if my writing is not neat, there are still many errors in the placement of marks, typo or pUEBI that are not appropriate and sorry also, if this work does not get a feel in your heart*

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