Gift Bunga Novels & Stories

He pulls something out. A flower. A single, freshly cut grape blossom. Small, delicate, pale green with a hint of cream. Not extravagant. Not dramatic. Just… sincere. He offers it to me. “I saw this earlier,” he says, tone gentler now, “and it reminded me of you. Simple, understated… but stronger than people realize.” My breath catches. Gabriel used to bring me flowers — expensive ones, rare ones, wrapped in silk or glass. But this? This feels different.

I am now standing in front of the delivery guy as he hands me a huge colorful bouquet of Calla Lilies. “Thank you so much, do you know who they are from?” “I don’t know that detail Miss, all I know is there’s a card so maybe the sender is on there.” He starts to leave and as he gets to the door he turns around and looks at me. “Have a good day Miss.”

Bella gestured to the gift bags she was holding. "On our way in, we bumped into a delivery guy who said all these items were for you. We signed and accepted them so here they are. Happy birthday Gabby, you know I love you so much." Sera explained and pulled Gabby into a half hug, careful not to ruin her beautiful roses. "Thank you, Sera and thank you too, Bella. I love you guys." "Does that mean these are all from your Lover Guy?" Bella smirked. Gabriella's cheek turned red as she looked elsewhere except into her best friends eyes.

the man said. Bianca's head began to speculate as quickly as possible, but to no avail, because the flower delivery man interrupted again. "So, your name is Bianca?" "Yes that's me." Then the delivery man who was wearing a black jacket stretched out three sunflower stalks tied together with a green ribbon of betel leaf measuring about five centimeters. Among the flower petals which are a dozen centimeters in diameter, the sender's greeting card pops out. Bianca accepted the flower hesitantly. "May I know who sent it, sir? Name? Address?" Bianca asked hopefully.

I said “Fine but accept these black roses from mothers garden at least. We can keep it where …here and where did you take the bunny to? That’s the first time you had a pet” said my nosy sister dropping the black roses on the spot where Nina’s bunny use to be “I have it back to Nina as a Christmas gift” I said without processing my words “I thought you guys were over ? And I thought you don’t do Christmas?” Said Scarlett with a teasing look “What is the occasion for the flower ? It doesn’t look like a Christmas themed decoration” I said

I ask, eyeing him curiously. My gaze falls on the bright and colorful bouquet in his hands—pink and white tulips, wrapped together in pastel pink paper. I stare at it, stunned by its beauty, and he stretches it toward me with a nervous smile. "These are for you?" "What?" "You're being acknowledged today, aren't you? I just wanted to congratulate you in some way," he smiles, almost too innocently. I'm speechless, taken aback by his thoughtful gift that smells heavenly. When I finally find the words, they feel inadequate. I've neglected him in my quest to figure out what I am and fix things with Artemis, yet he remains a cherished friend.

The arrangement of the flowers, the pleasant scent of them, made her eyes widened with surprise. She remembered that she once showed Theo the same bouquet while they were passing by a flower shop. All the flowers in that bouquet are rarely found and she likes them all. He wanted to buy her the bouquet then, but the florist apologized saying that this bouquet was specifically made for a bride and that was not for sale. Nina's eyes became excited and she rushed towards the bouquet and tentatively touched it with love and affection. She found the small card nestled in the bouquet. She picked it up and when she read the words, a gasp left her lips.

Our warriors got us snacks and Emma a bunch of girl stuff. "We owe her a push gift," Jack says as he eats a beef stick. "What the fuck is that?",I look at him as I eat gummy bears. "Most men gift their wives push gifts after birth. That is why it is called a push gift. It is for pushing out pups or to humans their babies. C section babies are included because she risked herself more for that. So we need to get her a gift or many gifts. Emma loves to read, "he adds, and I yank out my cell.

Gift number four: a bottle of incredibly expensive champagne. Gift number five: a small, framed piece of abstract art that somehow resonated with my own aesthetic. Gift number six: a gift certificate to a luxury spa. Gift number seven: a single, perfect white orchid in a delicate pot. They were thoughtful. Unique. Perfectly chosen. “Kai,” I whispered, a sense of wonder washing over me. “Kai?” Sophia’s eyebrows shot up. “The Bangkok guy? He did all this?” Throughout the day, the gifts kept arriving. A delivery every hour, it seemed.

On the inner side of the rose's wrapping paper, two golden words read, "Go forward." What was Marcelo up to? Was he celebrating her birthday? Renee found her assumption a bit absurd. He didn’t care about her to that extent, right? Then, at intervals, as she walked, people of varying ages gifted her different flowers. Roses of all kinds and even eucalyptus leaves and a baby's breath. The flower-bearers extended their congratulations. "Miss Hudson, happy birthday!" "Beautiful lady, happy birthday!" "Miss, happy birthday to you!"