Bahasa Bunga Novels & Stories

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....

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’…”

Derived from the Vermount flower, this is the flower that people often use to put together expensive perfume bottles, a pleasant scent, and makes their souls soar in the wind. Celica went out step by step, Mrs. Ferty, seeing her approach, stopped blaming Tybur and began to put a warm smile on her wrinkled face, to greet Celica warmly. She lowered her voice as much as she could to drown out her angry voice, and graciously asked Celica: "Are you going home Celica? I hasn't finished cooking the kelp soup yet, wait until the rain stops and then come back, kelp soup is my forte, don't blame me!"

Augustus is curious, normally in love, they will like symbolic flowers such as roses, wisteria, . Sharmaine looked up at the sky, she smiled slightly: "That person told me, bamboo is a strange plant, it only blooms once in a lifetime, when it blooms, it dies." She didn't understand why that friend loved bamboo but later on Sharmaine understood, each bamboo tree represents a person, the blooming flower represents love, in life each person will only need one love. This love will follow them until death. Augustus hugged her, he kissed Sharmaine's shoulder: "I love nothing, I love you, Sharmaine."

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

"It's getting creepy." "I wasn't doing anything," I try to defend myself but Luca rolls his eyes. "Okay sure," Luca says and just shakes his head. Translations: Fiore- flower Bella- beautiful Tesoro- darling Ciambelle- donut

"What kind of flower is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before..." Hearing this, Hesper was a little surprised, but she explained with a smile, "These are Campanulas, also known as bellflowers or balloon flowers back in Halwanest. They’re also known as oriental Eustomas, which is the name of our studio, but they belong to a completely different order and genus. It’s used as a kind of traditional Halwanese medicine, and it also symbolizes eternal love; it’s just that it has a slightly sadder floriography in comparison.”

The woman looked down at the flowers in her arms. “I’m sorry…” said Hazel ashamedly. “Mmm.” The woman walked straight out of the flower shop. After parking his car, Joshua walked into the shop and saw Hazel still selecting flowers. She walked up to him and said helplessly, “I don’t know what to buy, what kind of flowers does father like?” “Just buy this kind.” Joshua looked at the flowers in front of him. “Casa Blanca?” Hazel was surprised. “Mmm,” Joshua asked in surprise, “So you know it? It’s a kind of unusual lily, and a lot of people just think of it as a normal lily.”

' Alfi asked. 'This one.' Bunga said showing the red one. 'is the symbol of love.' She explained. 'And this one.' Bunga said showing the yellow one. 'is the symbol of sadness.' She explained. 'What kind of sadness?' Alfi asked. 'Heartache, anxiety, worries, something like that.' She said. Alfi remained silent. 'Alfi, if I were a rose, I would turn into yellow every time I see you get hurt. I am sad because I am afraid. I am afraid of losing you.' Bunga sobbed.

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.