Bunga Lamaran Novels & Stories

Nina Morrison sniffs and looks at Sunny confusingly. It is the engagement of Lucien Gray and Jasmine Harris, how could it become the proposal ceremony for her? Seeing the confusion look of Nina Morrison, Sunny knows that she doesn't understand. She points to the champagne roses and hyacinth in the hall, "Nina, do you know what the flower language of champagne roses and hyacinth are?" "What are they?" Nina Morrison doesn't know about these things.

I don’t dare to tease him in case he doesn’t want to show me this tender side of him again. We are standing on the threshold of the doors leading to the back gardens, "This is it, here, take your bouquet.” Lilliane hands me a beautiful bridal bouquet of white and purple Calla Lily. It’s simple yet elegant for a night wedding ceremony. “Thank you, darling.” I peck a kiss on her cheek and start walking down the improvised aisle to meet my groom.

The look on his face was calm and steady. I held the bunch of flowers closer to my heart, Gideon ripped them away and said with scorn, “ There are 5 flowers of romance here: Rose, for deep affection; Tulip, to declare your love and affection; Orchid, to show how beautiful you think she is; Lily, to signify innocence; and Carnation for admittance.” My heart dropped, I wasn't breathing. I stared keenly at Charles, waiting for his response. He laughed, and he said, “ Brother, are you scared?”

"White Lilac means innocence, blue Hydrangea means apology, Chamomile is a symbol of rest and relaxation, Blue pansy represents trust in love and..." “Wait a minute,” the man chuckled, which interrupted her. Even the way he laughs was so gentle. “I get it, I get it. I believe that you are knowledgeable about flowers.” “Then, does it mean that I am qualified for the job?” carefully she asked. Taking a deep breath, the man looked at her with a sweet smile. "What is your name?" "Jane Cameron," she introduced. "Jane Cameron," he repeated. Once again, he dusted his hand before he offered his right hand to her for a handshake. “I am Lance Theodore. Nice to meet you.”

She stepped out of the opening elevator and hurried toward the receptionist’s desk. “Where’s the bouquet?” Bintang asked the moment she arrived. “Here, Ma’am.” The receptionist retrieved the bouquet from behind the desk and handed it to her. Bintang immediately reached for the small card tucked between the flowers and read what was written inside. ‘A single flower could never compare to the beauty that shines from thousands of stars in the sky.’ ~Langit~ The corners of Bintang’s lips lifted instantly. She didn’t know what Langit meant by that message, but it certainly made her happy and warm inside.

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

Everything had been just a play, and today he brought Sea Blossoms, a remarkable provocation. Luther said, "The Third Prince mentioned that the flower represents a worthy beauty. He unintentionally bothered the young ladies today, so he borrowed this flower as an offering and an apology. The first flower is the Peony, the second is the Trumpet Flower, the third is the Chinese Bellflower, the fourth is the Reedmace, and the fifth is—" Observing Emma's expression, Luther fell silent.

And in that moment, as the bathroom door clicked shut behind them, they surrendered to the unknown, ready to explore the depths of their connection and discover the truths that lay hidden within. Liam's heart raced with anticipation as he held the flower bouquet in his hands. The delicate petals of the roses intertwined with the vibrant colors of daisies and lilies, creating a captivating sight. He had carefully chosen each bloom, ensuring that they conveyed his feelings for her. With a deep breath, Liam approached her, who was standing near the dresser, gently toweling her damp hair.

Sarah and Lara sighed in unison; Dana rolled her eyes wanting to defend but everyone’s attention had moved on to the next picture. In this, Dana was standing close to Ben with her hand frozen in mid-air as she raised her head to look at Ben with a bashful smile while Ben’s eyes were amorous with his lips curled up in a teasing smile. She had a rose tucked into her knot. “Where did you get a rose from?” Sarah looked wishfully at the pretty deep red rose in Dana’s hair. “That’s not a rose.” Dana smiled and looked at Ben for explanation. “That’s Begonia Elatior to be precise. It was one of our clues. Pretty clever I must say.” Ben smiled.

Its flower language was waiting for love. She had gifted him such a cologne before only to receive a frown that spoke of his distaste. “Lavender means to wait for love, Angeline. Your Jaybie doesn’t like that. His love is more of a ‘gather ye rosebuds while ye may’ type of love, instead of waiting until it’s too late. Your Jaybie loves in the moment with no regrets.”