Bunga Di Pot Novels & Stories

I started walking toward the balcony, needing some air. But before I even got close, something caught my eye. On the small table by the glass door sat a large pot. It stood out against the pale surface, and curiosity made me stop before I took a few steps closer, squinting a little under the soft light. “What’s this? Orchids?” I murmured under my breath as I came to a stop in front of it. The plant was pretty, one tall slender stem rising gracefully from the dark soil, crowned with delicate purple blossoms. The velvety petals looked thick and firm.

Her old eyes were glued to the small white pot as she asked, "How much is it? It looks pretty... and expensive." Hearing the somber tone of her favorite voice, Indira hurriedly shook her head and explained, "The stall was almost closed when I stopped by, so one small pot was only ten thousand rupiah. It was cheap and I deliberately chose the freshest-looking ones." A wide smile then bloomed on the grandmother's wrinkled face. After she placed the plate on the table, Grandma grabbed the tiny pot and joyfully walked towards the balcony saying, "Very nice. Do you remember the story about how Grandma used to grow beautiful roses in her greenhouse?"

"They're set on killing us both. You can't die, Belle." I spotted a flowerpot in the corner of the yard. The plants inside were frozen and lifeless, leaving only the stiff branches standing. I emptied the soil and used the pot to shield my head from the snow and wind. Inside the villa, just a wall away, they were discussing what food I might be able to bring back.

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."

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.