Bunga Di Pot Novels & Stories

slowly I stood up from the bed, cautiously moving to the door. As I opened it, all I saw was the thin air and the sight of the grass. There was nobody in sight. Confusion filled me fast. Who had knocked? And why did someone come here initially when I looked down the confusion came with surprise. On the doorstep of the house, a potted pot was filled with yellow flowers. Chrysanthemums, I recognized. Crouching down I took it in my hands, holding the small pot up. The pot was small enough and as I looked at the flowers, there was nothing inside. It was purely a set of flowers.

"Okay, my classmate said there's a botanical garden nearby. There are many varieties of roses there. I want to take a look." "No problem. The roses I picked for you yesterday were from there. There are many varieties of precious flowers. If you like any, I'll give them to you." "Flowers should be free. They prefer to be planted in the soil and bathed in the wind and sunshine. It's too unfair to put them in a flower pot. I just want to have a look." Matthew didn't argue with me and followed whatever I said, listening to me. We walked onto the path. When I turned the corner of the apartment, I looked back inadvertently. Felix was still standing in front of the apartment. His head was slightly

She stops in front of a row of flower pots with colourful flowers sticking out from them. "This is nice." I tell her still not knowing what's going on. "Look." She says pointing to a pot with her name on it. There is a little green stem that's growing. Her pot is the only one that doesn't have flowers. I frown and look at her. "No. It's nothing to be sad about. Mr. Mikkel told us to make our own compost to see if we can actually grow something from it. I failed many times but this formula actually worked and now my flower is growing!" She says happily and I smile at her.

Robert said flatly. Yu Cangcang bent her waist slightly and sized up the row of succulents on the shelf. Her fingers lightly touched the hands of one pot of Thousand Buddhas, and then she turned to the shop assistant and said, "I want these two pots. Pack them up for me."

Her expression froze, her eyes empty, fingers tightening around her teacup until it nearly cracked. By late afternoon, the impromptu gathering wrapped up. Everyone went home smiling, carrying a gift, a beautiful potted ornamental plant, a rare species grown only with special care by the relatives of Mr. Mahesa. Aurelia and Gian brought home a small pot with thick leaves and deep maroon petals. Mrs. Lestari took it the moment they arrived, placing it carefully on the glass table in the living room. But fate had other plans. That night, while Gian was changing clothes upstairs, Aurelia had just set a used glass on a tray when her knee lightly bumped the edge of the table. A tiny movement, comp

what flower could that be? Lavender? I mean they literally sway where sunlight peeks. I'll just check the lavender pot to confirm. I walked to the lavender pot and searched it for anything possible. My hand touched a small polythene wraps and I picked it up. Since it was clear, I was able to see what was inside. There were seeds inside sure enough but they weren't lavender seeds. I carefully opened the pack and inspected the seeds. Rose seeds. They were rose seeds. I placed the seeds back in the pack and drew out a paper sticking out. It read:

Still nothing. I study her and add. “If you love nice-smelling fresh flowers, I want to get you at least two hundred stems of Gardenia. I know they smell so good.” When she speaks, her voice is flat and monotonous. “I’ll prefer a Belladonna.” I frown. “Belladonna is a poisonous flower, Bethany.” She flashes me a mean glare that has me quickly apologizing. “Sorry, but it’s a poisonous plant that can cause madness.”

It was not loud or dramatic, but enough to show that the woman was genuinely comfortable. Gia did not want to ruin that moment. Without making a sound, she walked toward the front of the shop and lifted a large flower pot filled with hydrangeas and white lilies, one that had only been arranged that morning. With casual movements, as though merely adjusting the décor, she moved it closer to the glass door. The placement was perfect, large enough to block the view from outside toward the area where Auri sat. Gia patted the side of the pot lightly, making sure the angle was right, then cast a quick glance outside.

the man said and when I nodded, he shoved a vase full of flowers at me and then turned around and walked off. I went inside, shutting the door behind me and placed them on the end table by the couch grabbing the card. These were my favorite flowers. Firepot Dahlia. They were this bright orange flower that I just found beautiful, and there was only one person in the world who knew this. I grabbed the card and opened it up. All it said was good luck tonight. I knew exactly where these came from, and if he thinks that this is going to change a damn thing, he is sorely wrong. It changes nothing. It's too late. Four years too late.

The only plant that grew in the pot is an ancient plant species that could handle up to 0 degrees. It grew all over the steel door that stood between me and the room behind it. The plant had blue leaves that were razor-sharp and stiff. From it came the most enchanting white flower that looked like a cross between a rose and a carnation. Petals were as smooth as silk, untouched for years.