5. BLOOM FLORIST

"Brash! You snake! Argh! Why is it so hard like this, anyway?! That's my ring! Mine! Why bother just to take it back?" grumbled Estelle, her body tightly wrapped in a brick-red coat and scarf wrapped around the neck.

The purpose of wearing warm clothes so that she would not be cold in the middle of the snow, but it felt useless because it seemed that even without those clothes, Estelle's body could stay warm and even hot because the embers of anger in her heart were increasing. 

Perhaps more than fifteen times the woman with a height of 164 centimeters exhaled to relieve her anger. However, the anger in his heart did not subside... and all because of Julia's actions. 

Today, Estelle comes to see Julia to ask for her ring back, and refuses a request telling her to find information about Dave, but all to no avail. Julia doesn't want to return her belongings until she gives her information about the man of her dreams. In fact, Estelle has said that Dave is a crazy psychopath. However, Julia didn't care. The woman even threatened to destroy her ring if she didn't bring news about Dave in a month.

Getting such a threat, how can she not be annoyed to death? The woman was really happy to play tricks on her. Julia is really cunning. Actually, she could have accused Julia of stealing and then played a drama as his colleague often did. However, unfortunately there is CCTV near the door that leads to the sink. Only with that, of course she will be proven if she has forgotten his precious object and Julia who found it becomes innocent.

Hah! It feels like it wants to destroy anything. Seeking information from the crazy man is tantamount to digging one's own grave. She always shudders in horror when she remembers how Dave strangled her neck a few hours ago. A sharp gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate and scramble his soul. Plus, the pain was like wanting to kill her that slowly... Really, she no longer wants to feel.

How could Dave do that to someone he just met, let alone a woman. Is it because of being drunk?

"Haah...." Estelle shook her head softly and then exhaled, at this time she stopped her feet not far from a flower shop with a Bloom Florist signboard printed hanging above. Her fingers squeezed the edges of her black scarf slightly. Her eyes looked straight at the tall man with fine outline decorations on the face. There was a hint of sad gleam in the two beautiful eyes. 

Again, the woman with flowing hair exhaled. "Okay, it's enough to get here thinking about all that," she murmured, then lips without lipstick polish also pulled each other.

"Padre!" exclaimed Estelle, her feet stepping loudly into the flower shop. The shop is designed with a transparent glass display for the front, making passers-by can peek at the beauty inside.

The fragrance of various flowers greeted Estelle's cheerful face. The middle-aged man who was arranging hyacinth flowers also turned his head. 

"Finally, the daughter I've been waiting for came too," replied Noel Evandro, Estelle's father. A warm smile was beautifully imprinted on his old face.

"Ah ... muy divertido cuando hay un apuesto viudo esperando mi llegada," Estelle teased in Spanish as she placed a scarf on the shoulder of a wooden chair.

"Sweetheart, don't tease me in front of visitors," Noel gushed as he gave the buyer a flower arrangement. His stomach was tingled when he heard his daughter say that.

Feel happy when a handsome widower waits for him? It's so adorable, isn't it, that daughter ... And what was that? Handsome? Sure enough, this age that has exceeded fifty can be called handsome. His first child often showered himself with temptation, the longer he heard those sweet words, he became unable to bear and ashamed of himself. Estelle has always spoiled himself and he also knows why his two children are like that.

The sound of laughter sounded, not from the daughter and father there, but from the beautiful woman hugging the hyacinth flower. "Elle teased the Padre again, this time, what did your daughter say, hm?"

"Is Miss so curious?" asked Estelle as she approached.

"Miss? Geez, Noel, your daughter can really make others happy, huh?" the forty-six-year-old woman asked back. Noel could only respond with laughter.

"Thank you, Miss Merry." Estelle wrapped her hands around Noel's waist, and then leaned the side of her head against the shoulders of the man who still looked dashing. Smiling warmly at the woman who has been a loyal customer since her mother was alive.

The warm conversation continued to decorate the room full of flower knick-knacks there. Talking about the past where Noel's wife is still alive.

A family that has always looked harmonious, although now there is a hole in it. The passing of one member made Noel and his two children feel a sense of loss that could never be covered. All changed ... Noel, who has only been able to sane himself for a year, always blames himself for the misfortune that befell his two children.

After the departure of his woman, Noel became depressed. The man lost his job and lived like a doll in love with alcohol and drugs. Noel will break things if he is not given the items he wants. Only with that stuff Noel didn't feel any pain. In fact, he can meet his woman even though it is just an illusion of the eyes. So deep was his love for his wife, that he forgot the two children he had to take care of.

Estelle Clarice, the first child who never tires of bringing Noel to his sanity. Do various ways to make money to heal her father's mentality. Now, Estelle can breathe a sigh of relief with Noel's condition getting better day by day, although she is also sad to have to let go of the house that holds many memories of her mother. Now, the only thing left is the flower shop. The shadow of the soft woman again, strong and excited, still felt clearly there.

"Excuse me," the bass voice interrupted the three people in the Bloom Florist store. Seeing that there were visitors coming, Merry said goodbye to leave. 

Estelle, who was still leaning spoiled on Noel, immediately stood up straight returning the smile of the man who looked familiar, but she also didn't know who the man was.

"Welcome, there is--"

"Elle, don't you know me?" interrupted the man, bringing the foot that just wanted to step closer to a halt.

"Hm?" Estelle was silent as she looked fixedly at the face of the man in front of her. "Excuse me, is ... Have we met?" she asked doubtfully, sorting out the memory in her head, looking for a similar image of the man in front of him.

"Ah, this is my real hair. I dyed it last night," explained the man, his right index finger pointing towards the hair, giving Estelle a clue to easily remember. "The blonde," he added.

Just wanting to open her mouth, Estelle's head turned to the left first when she felt her right shoulder being gently touched by Noel.

"Wouldn't it be faster if you wanted to say a name instead of playing guessing like this?" he said. 

To be honest, Noel didn't like the man in front of him. He could think that this meeting was their second meeting, but the man already looked very comfortable around his daughter. Sucks!

Continued ....