Gift Bunga Novels & Stories

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.

"What are these and why would someone have left them here?" Lucky took the bouquet and looked it over closely. Her face was pinched in concentration as she turned it over in her hands. "They're balloon flowers," she said. "These look fresh. They aren't native around here, but they can be invasive. It wouldn't really surprise me if there were some growing nearby." "What do they mean, darling?" I asked softly. She glanced at me and smiled apologetically. "It depends. They mean different things to different cultures, but usually when given as a gift they're a sign of friendship, love, and honesty."

After much coaxing, Becca finally acknowledged Blossom's presence. "See, she's seen you. You can go now." I said defensively. Blossom shook her head, "Not so fast, I've got a present for her. It's a very special and expensive present so I want to give it to her personally." Blossom opened the gift bag and brought out a limited-edition Barbie doll. "Barbie's her favorite doll right? It took me a lot of time to get this doll and a lot of money." She announced in a loud voice, attracting attention to herself.

Mum isn't the only one who gifted me, though hers was most appreciated. James gave me a wrapped lubricant gel with the caption..... 'for a smooth ride into your new age' James is a pupa. Rose bought me a bouquet as she does every year but with a caption other than 'happy birthday.' This time, she wrote 'may your new age attract more beautiful things than this flower.' She is grown.

She accepted the bag from Marina. "Thanks." Marina stood up to walk them out. As they passed the flower section, she stopped for a moment, chose two bouquets, and handed one to each of them. One was baby's breath. The other was a flower Sharon didn't recognize. She gave the baby's breath to Jamie and the unknown bouquet to Sharon. "Since this is your first time here, consider these a small welcome gift. And if any of your clients need flowers in the future, don't forget to recommend my shop."

Recall the story of blessing because I’m lazy at explaining the history. “I understand it, but why did you give me a priceless gift, Your Grace?” I picked strands of her curly hair and smelled them. It has a faint smell of jasmine—a flower that suits her. “Who knows, maybe it would become handy in the future? Be thankful because many women would kneel to receive my special gift.” Honestly, you’re the first woman to whom I have given my blessing. I can’t understand why I am drawn to you letting other people hurt me. I hope I did not make the wrong decision.

Children were enjoying their school break going around houses in hopes of receiving some gifts from their owners. Tessa's parents came to visit her with their own gifts. As soon as they had entered her apartment her mother’s eyes landed on all the boxes lined in the hallway. “Where did they come from, Tessa?” she asked. “They're donations from people, most of them from the States, mom.” “Are they for Rosemarie? How are you going to transport them?” Tessa was still sealing the last of the boxes, and then said, “That's the least to worry about, mom.”

Fortunately, he was good-natured enough to let her go to bed without argument. He returned to the lounge to clean up a little after showering. That was when he noticed the book Gabriella had recorded the gifts in. She'd stopped halfway, and he found the bangle after rummaging through the things. It looked like it was worth at least six million dollars. Regular clients wouldn't give something so expensive, and gifts from family wouldn't be included in this pile. This meant the bangle was from someone special. Xavier realized Gabriella had probably been thinking of Brody while looking at the bangle—it had upset her, so how could she be in the mood for sex with him?

“They’re absolutely gorgeous. So I want you to stop selling them to the bastard who keeps giving them to me.” “Oh!” Surprise rounded his mouth before he lowered his eyebrows with sympathy. “I’m sorry. Did you guys not make up this time?” “Make up?” Gabby shook her head, not understanding. “This time? What the fuck are you talking about? There was no making up, because we’ve never been together.” Jabbing her finger toward the roses, she explained. “These aren’t apology flowers, doofus, they’re a bundle full of I-want-you, guilt-trip flowers from a guy who won’t take no for an answer.”

I say to her and she smiles at me and nods, getting to work. “You’re new here. I’ve seen you walking your fur-baby. So who is the bouquet for?” she asks and I smile gently at her. “It’s for a friend, so I need a bouquet that represents friendship and thanks.” I tell her and she adds different yellow flowers. Once she is done, I hand her the money and leave the shop.