Bahasa Bunga Novels & Stories

I saw martha on my way to the gate, she's watering the garden and picking some flowers but when she saw me going all alone, she insited int giving me sone accompany. "Ypu should not go outside alone, miss. It is safe to bring someone or some guards with you." He said and handed me a flower. It was a white flower but I do not know its name. "That is the Carie's buds. That is known for its beauty and color. As you can see, white symbolizes peace and good well being for those who receives it.", I put the flower close to my nose and take a little sweet sniff of it. "Awh, thank you Martha. This is lovely."

She just wanted a plain and simple life, even if it wasn’t worth cherishing, the loss wouldn’t be intolerable either. Their awkwardness lasted till Ben spotted a wild shrub with Begonias on his right. “That’s clever. Wonder how many in the group are good with flower names.” Ben smirked. “Why?” “That’s a Begonia. Not native to this forest. But it starts with our alphabet B. If they were to place flowers starting with the corresponding alphabet, wouldn’t it be hard to figure if you are not familiar with plants?” He stopped and dismounted. There was a trunk behind the shrub. Dana pressed the buzzer as Ben kneeled to open it.

In the Imperial Palace, there used to be numerous Sea Blossoms planted. At that time, Emma believed that the fresh and beautiful Sea Blossoms symbolized the protection and affection Alpha Jeffn had for her. Later, she learned that the Sea Blossom was known by another name: the Disruption Flower. It was associated with bad omens; in reality, Alpha Jeffn detested this type of flower. Everything had been just a play, and today he brought Sea Blossoms, a remarkable provocation.

"I like it when you do that. Those little touches. They're really nice. Very... moreish. It's like you always know just what I need, and just when I need it. I'm so glad I met you." "I rather thought you would like them. Um... Sue? Can I ask you something? It's probably stupidly obvious, but I can't work it out." "So be curious." "What is the meaning behind that little pink flower you always send me? The one in our messages?" "Oh, that? It's nothing complicated or secret. Call it... a nod to my heritage. It seemed appropriate to use with you." "Oh. Really?" "Yes. It's Mugunghwa - a hibiscus. Very important to my mum's culture."

replied Lexy, successfully making Alice delighted. *** Now, Lexy and Alice are at the Rawa Belong Flower Market. In this market, various types of flowers are offered, including chrysanthemums, asters, orchids, peacock flowers, snapdragons, and gerberas. Then there's baby's breath, jasmine, lilies, lotus flowers, gladioli, cockscomb flowers, Casablanca lilies, up to tulips, and many other types of flowers. There are also types of roses imported from Malang and Bandung. Not only red roses, but there are also white, pink, orange, yellow, even blue, and rainbow-colored roses.

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....

That's right, just like in Asia there should be blooming sakura tree's because this East that was mentioned is just like Asia. "What's that? -- ah you mean, those blooded trees?" Blooded Trees is the name given to the tree that the author came up with, not just because the tree is just like a sakura tree but the petals it bloom is made of blooded colors. Yubin looked awkward for asking that, she didn't realize the name must be different (it's just a based after all) Yubin suddenly chuckled, laughing at her misunderstanding.

Hanz had already asked her about it before, and so she unconsciously always counted the roses in the bouquet sent to her. “Nineteen.” Hanz nodded. “Nineteen means ‘I will wait for you’…”