Semua Bab FLOWER OF LOVE: Bab 121 - Bab 129

It was already past nine in the evening, yet Flora Amor was still fast asleep. Nancy paced restlessly inside the house, while outside, Dixal remained kneeling in the same place he had been ordered to stay. Devon was there too—night had fallen, but the child was still absorbed in reading the stack of books his Pappy had bought for him. Neither father nor son noticed the time, both too engrossed in Devon’s books. What troubled Nancy was the sky. Heavy clouds loomed above. If rain poured down on the two outside, illness would surely follow. She made up her mind. She rushed out and crouched in front of the child. “You’re a good actor, my baby… aren’t you?” she whispered. “Why, Mama?” Devon asked innocently. “I’m fine here, Ma,” Dixal tried to say. “Stay quiet,” she cut him off. “Your mother will kill me if something happens to you.” Then she turned back to her grandson. “Cry loudly, baby. Wake your Mommy so you and Daddy can finally come inside.” Devon nodded. “Please take my bo

Nancy’s stomach knotted even before she stepped inside the restaurant where she was supposed to meet her siblings. What they didn’t know—what they would never expect—was that the original land titles were in her possession. So was their father’s last will and testament. Everything belonged to her. It had always belonged to her.She could still remember the night her father gave her those documents—the very night before their grand house burned to the ground.“Eliza, come here, my child,” her father had called softly.He sat behind his worktable in the small library, turning slowly in his swivel chair. Beside him stood Paul, still a young man then—Anton’s father—already serving as his bodyguard at twenty. Paul was only five years older than her. She herself was barely fifteen.She approached and climbed onto her father’s lap.“Papa, why do you look so sad?” she had asked.He glanced at Paul and motioned toward the envelope on the table. Paul obeyed, removed the documents inside, and ha

Dixal changed his mind. Instead of going to the detention center to speak with his grandfather, he chose to accompany Flora Amor to Devon’s school to pick up their son. “Dixal… Christmas is almost here,” she said, breaking the silence as they waited in the school’s parking area, watching the door where Devon’s classroom was located. “Aren’t you really going to talk to your grandfather?” He kept his gaze fixed on the windshield. “What reason do I have to see him?” His voice carried quiet bitterness. “What I learned today only deepened my resentment. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even belong to him—like he isn’t truly my father’s father. Honestly, I’d probably feel relieved if my mother told me he wasn’t Papa’s father at all.” She reached for his arm, her touch gentle but firm. “Learn to forgive, even when it’s difficult—especially when it involves family. What matters is that he’s already in prison and can’t hurt anyone anymore.” He turned to her, studying her face. “Am

She helped Devon onto a cushioned settee. The moment the boy felt how soft it was, he stretched out as if it were a bed, turning a nearby pillow into his makeshift cushion. She adjusted his position carefully so he wouldn’t fall, then turned to the AirAsia guard and staff standing nearby. “Thank you so much,” she said, offering them a grateful smile. “You’re welcome, Ma’am,” the staff replied warmly. “We’ll come back once it’s time for you to leave.” The two exited the room, closing the door behind them. Only then did her strength finally give way. She sank onto the sofa at the foot of her son’s resting place, her body sagging with exhaustion. She had been holding back tears since earlier, forcing herself to stay strong—for Devon, for the child growing inside her. But now, the resolve she clung to so desperately began to crumble. Her chest tightened, her breath hitching as the ache swelled inside her. She had grown used to having Dixal beside her—his constant care, his habit of

It was a romantic wedding theme. The space in front of the bridal chopper had been transformed into an altar, crowned with a grand arch lavishly adorned with flowers of varying colors and shapes. Peach and light blue defined the motif—soft, elegant, and dreamlike. From the shuttle bus stretched a long peach carpet, its edges lined with fresh light-blue flowers all the way to the altar. Rows upon rows of chairs filled the venue, each one accented with peach ribbons tied neatly along the sides, from the first row to the very last near the shuttle bus. MOMENTS OF LOVE song drifted through the air, wrapping the entire place in sentiment. Guests hurried to take their seats, excitement buzzing among them. The procession began with the Best Man, Lemuel, followed by Dixal and his mother, Madam Adele. Then came the sponsors—godfathers and godmothers—among them Director Diaz, Anton’s father. Next down the aisle were the ring bearer, Devon, and the adorable flower girls scattering smil