Bunga Warna Ungu Novels & Stories

' He asked interestedly. 'Rose is a symbol of love, because of the beauty that makes everyone loves it, yet the thrones are it is bestowed with thrones to protect it from those who want to pluck it. It's just like us who often ignore our surroundings and showing our beauty to our surroundings though paradoxically we only care about our dearest ones. To put it simply, the rose is like me who always ignore everyone and love you only.' Bunga explained. 'Then, what about the color?' Alfi asked.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Pulling off the hood of his hoodie, he stepped into the store and instead of the big bowl of ice cream, something else caught his eye. By a corner on the counter in the store, were flags. Flags having the color of rainbow and from his years old research, he immediately knew they were pride flags. He was suddenly reminded of the risk he promised himself to take if he got into the college of his dreams. He returned the hood of his hoodie to its original position and walked up to the counter. With his head hung low, he pointed towards the flags and coughed to clear his throat and call the attention of the girl at the counter.