White tulip

"Let's go!" Drenver called. He is looking fresh, wearing a simple black overshirt and cargo shorts.

My heart is beating fast. This is the first time we met. I feel butterflies in my stomach. This is the guy I love so much. Even though he has changed, I still love him. As we walked together, I couldn't help but wonder if he could sense my unease. I knew that keeping secrets from him was not the foundation of a healthy relationship, but I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him.

 

"Why are you so handsome? Can't we not leave?" I was joking with him.

 

He smiled and laughed softly. I like seeing him like this. He is not mad at me anymore. Our arrangement seems to be dating like before.

 

"Let's go, Babe.” Louie is waiting, he said while getting the key.

 

"Should we stay? I'll message him, I said jokingly.

 

“Oh, Babe, we can't do that. You also have a meeting with the producer, right?" I stood up and followed him. Carry the bag to go out.

 

We got into the car. "Do you think I'll get that project?" I asked.

 

I worked hard to get this project done. I wrote the plot and story for several months. Several nights without proper sleep and food.

 

"You will get it, Babe; don't worry." He kissed my forehead before he started the car.

 

Drenver, a freelance photographer, has a job later. I mean, we are both freelancers. I have a job at a writing company, but it's not enough to save up for our dream house. We are not engaged, but our love for each other is enough for me to think about our future.

 

Flashback

 

"I love you, Babe," he said, giving me a peck on my lips. I responded with a sweet smile on my face, but I immediately remembered that we were at the school. It is not allowed to do PDA.

 

"You can't do that! We are at the school, Babe. I slightly pushed her forehead away from my face.

 

"No one is watching, and we're not doing something wrong," he insisted. He brought his face closer, but I stopped his face with my palm.

 

"Oh, come on, Babe. Stop it!" I said while laughing.

 

We are in the cafeteria. Our professor did not attend our class, so we are just passing the time. Only a few students were hanging around because it was still class hours. Drenver is still trying to tease me, even though I'm pushing him weakly. I would tell him again when I saw the person I hated all over campus. It is approaching our table. He bent down and stared seriously at his feet. His hair never changed; Moises must have pulled it out.

 

Drenver let go of my hand. He stood up quickly when he noticed someone standing in front of us.

 

"I told you, didn't I? Why are you in front of us again? I thought you were smart; didn't you understand what I told you last time?" He poked the man's head. It was stunned but still standing and holding a flower.

 

Drenver is tall, but the man in front of us is taller. You won't notice because its back is always bent like a turtle carrying its house.

 

"Missy, flowers for you." He spread the flower in front of us while fixing his big glasses that were falling on his nose. The flower is extremely beautiful a pure, clean white tulip, one of my favorites. I was about to take the flower when Drenver suddenly put it aside. The clean flower fell to the floor.

 

"Stop it, okay. I don't want to see your face anymore." Drenver is already irritated already, and with the presence of a few students observing our antics and causing a commotion in this area, I am embarrassed.

 

I held his hand and said, "Babe, let's go; just leave him alone." I stood next to Drenver. He shook the man's shoulder hard before we left the cafeteria.

 

"Thank you, babe." I kissed him on the lips before I opened the door. I saw Louie near the window; he was drinking some tea.

 

"I love you," he said.

 

I couldn't answer because I was already downstairs, and I immediately closed the door. I immediately went straight inside the coffee shop and quickly approached Louie. I immediately sat in front of him.

 

"Louie, thank you very much," I said.

 

"And also, I'll make the most of it; can you drive me?"

 

"You haven't told a story yet, Friah. Tell me first. Why did you lie to Drenver?" He asked while sipping his tea.

 

"I'm just going to do something; it's important, Louie. Just trust me, okay?"

 

"Trust me, trust your face. Later on, you will be the one who will be trusted," he joked, but with a serious face.

 

"Oh, I remember you already did," he sarcastically laughed.

 

I slapped him on the forehead and laughed softly. "Yes, I'm the stupid girl... Just take me, please. It's the last time." I chuckled at Louie's joke, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. "I promise, I'll explain everything once it's done," I assured him. "But for now, I really need your help." Louie nodded, understanding the urgency in my voice.

 

"Where are you going?" he asked.

 

"At Hownston Pent." I make my lips into a thin line and avoid the stare of a demon.

 

"What? Can you repeat where you are going?" The man couldn't believe it.

 

"Hownston Pent,” I repeated, but I received a poke in the forehead.

 

"Really, why are you going back to the place of the rapist, huh?"

 

"Just give me a ride or lend me your car." I didn't answer his question.

 

I know that I'm doing the right thing. I don't want Louie to feel more sorry for my stupidity. I'll get the bag; I hope he just leaves my bag at the reception so that we won't meet.

 

Louie didn't do anything but drop me off; my overprotective best friend was activated. I was quiet the whole time we were going to the place where my bad luck came from.

 

"Don’t you fall for the trap of that rapist Friah Marviz again; I'm telling you, I'll report you to Drenver myself,” he said seriously while driving.

 

"I'll just wait here; hurry up,” he said.

 

I got out of the car. I don't know if I'm afraid or nervous about what will happen to me next. I fixed my hair before heading to the front desk.

 

"Hi, I just wanted to ask, did anyone leave a bag here for Friah Marviz?" I asked.

 

"Let me just check, ma'am; wait a second." She was looking at his computer, and while waiting, I looked around before she finished finding the list.

 

“Yes, ma'am. They left a bag for Friah Marviz. I won't ask you for ID because the note from the person who left it said not to ask you anymore." She first handed over a form. Before he reached for my bag.

 

"Fill it up first, then you can take it, she said.” While I was writing, I noticed that the woman was taking something else, a beautiful flower.

 

The purest tulip I have seen in my life.