When Married?
KM Part 18's
One week ago Bunga submitted his resignation letter at the supermarket and today is his last day working there. His friends say goodbye, especially Nana and Deni because they have been together for almost three years.
"Flowers don't forget us huh hyks hyks." Nana sniffles.
"Where could I possibly forget you my codom?"
"What is a kodomo?" nana asked, wiping her tears.
"Kodomo is my best friend" said Bunga while glazed.
"Bungaaaa..why at a time like this are you kidding." Nana is even sobbing. They hugged and Deni joined them.
"If you come back here you have to promise we will play together again" said Nana while wiping her snot that was getting broken along with her tears.
"Of course, I'll miss you guys." Flowers are sobbing.
"Don't forget to keep sending messages to each other, yes" said Deni and Nana simultaneously. Flowers nodded while crying and they hugged back.
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Early in the morning the flowers were getting ready. He no longer works at the supermarket today. Bunga is preparing the application file that will be submitted to Literature. Bunga called her number because yesterday they had agreed to have breakfast together outside.
"Hello, good morning my pretty girl." Literature picked up the phone.
"Morning too's. As I'm ready, where are we going to meet?"
"Sorry, it seems about our promise of breakfast together I can't." The voice of Literature sounded hoarse like never before.
"Why is your voice so hoarse?" ask the concerned flower.
"I'm not feeling well and have a little fever. So I can't keep my promise, if I can just deliver your files to my apartment" he said.
"All right, I'll be there on the bump."
"I'm worried that you're on a ride, let me tell the driver in my office to pick you up. You wait a minute and there is no buts," the Literature quinta half-reigns.
"Alright authoritarian master," Grumbled the Flower. Literature chuckles at the cursing of her girl.
"I'll just wait at the stop so that your driver can pick me up more easily, if he gets into this little street later he'll have trouble finding my address" the girl suggested to Sastra.
"Yes it's up to you. I'll get my driver to pick you up soon."
Bunga immediately walked towards the stop, before long a black luxury sedan car stopped and a middle-aged man the age of his father Bunga came down from the car approaching him.
"With Miss Flower?"
'Yes sir." Flowers nodded their head.
"Include me, the driver, Mr. Sastra, call me Pendi." Mr. Pendi bowed politely.
Pendi opened the car door for Bunga. Before going inside, Bunga advised the driver to stop by the congee shop and also to the place where the seller of fruits and vegetables. Not to forget he also asked to stop by the pharmacy to buy medicine.
*****
Flowers have arrived at the door of the Literature apartment. He entered the key code on the door while shaking his head. Bunga was inexhaustible when last week her lover told her that her door code was 1111.
The reason is because he often forgets the code where he lives because he used to live abroad more, so he decided the number as the door lock code to be easy to remember.
Door opens. Flowers stepped inside and placed the file and the groceries on the living room table and knocked on the door of the Literature room.
"Sas, it's me. May in?"
"Come in, the door's not in the lock." Literature's voice came from inside.
When the door opened there was Literature lying down and rolling herself with a blanket. The flower came closer to the bed and sat on its edge and placed its hand on Literature's forehead.
Literature instantly unrolled her blanket and placed her head on the lap of the Flower facing her stomach then hugged the girl's waist.
"Darling, I'm sick of missing you too much" he whined.
"Sweet basic spoiled! Looks like you're not really sick because you're still strong at combing." The hand of the Flower moved stroking the head of Literature.
"I'm not lying, I'm really sick! Lately I haven't had a good night's sleep because no one's hugging me like a roll, so you're responsible." Then Literature tightened her embrace.
Bugh.., the flower hit the man's arm. "Don't mode! Now let go of your embrace, you should have breakfast and take your medicine immediately to get the fever down."
"No way!" Literature even more mendusel in the lap of Flowers.
"Don't be stubborn, let go of your arms." Flower pinches belly Literature.
"Awww awww sick!" shouted Literature who then released his embrace.
"Darling you are evil!" say Literature with a pouting face. Flowers just shook his shoulders and immediately got out of bed.
The girl went to the kitchen to pour the porridge she bought earlier then peeled the apple and prepared a large glass of warm water. Put all the food on the tray and take it to the Literature room.
Flowers put a tray on the nightstand near the bed and then arrange a pillow for Literature so that it can sit and lean comfortably. Flowers take a bowl of porridge that is still steaming and then give it to Literature.
"Sas, you eat porridge first. When you have a fever you should eat soft foods to be easily digested."
"I don't like porridge! Unless you want to bribe me," she asked stubbornly.
Oh my God why he got so spoiled like this anyway, if his employees knew that his CEO whining when sick must have gone viral in his office
Flowers giggled amusedly in his heart. "Yes I've been bribing. Now aaaaa.. open your mouth, "pinta Bunga.
"Call me baby." Literature sulked and Flowers began to get upset.
Big stubborn baby.
"Alright, Iaaaaang.. aaaa. eat the porridge quickly," said Flower growled with glaring eyes.
Literature opened her mouth then chewed on her porridge with a satisfied smile towards the Flower. The girl fed him so painstakingly that all the food in the tray was gone. Then Sastra took her medicine and leaned back on the bed.
"You're happy to have bullied me?" The flower squinted his eyes and cut his lips.
Literature chuckled then grabbed the Flower's hand and kissed it gently.
"thank you. Today I am very happy because it turns out my boyfriend is very attentive. Looks like I'll be cured soon," she said
"Hurry to heal so as not to trouble me anymore" said Bunga with a beautiful smile.
Then the Flower furrowed both of her eyebrows and stared at Literature.
"Don't your pain be just an excuse?" Flowers cast a reproachful look at Literature.
"I'm really sick. Even last night I really couldn't sleep because my head hurt so much." Literature is back.
"Well, I believe you, so your head hurts?"
Literature nodded as she swept her lips. It turns out that when he was sick he was adorable too.
"Come here, I'll massage your head."
Flowers patted her thighs and of course with literary pleasure immediately put her head on the lap of Flowers. Flowers massaged her gently and Literature smiled happily then closed her eyes.
Shortly after thirty minutes passed Literature fell asleep, probably due to the effect of medicine and massage Flowers were very comfortable in his head he immediately fell asleep soundly.