Present Flowers Novels & Stories

Another call came in to Lucian's phone from an unknown number, but he ignored it. He strolled up to the florist and picked out some blooms for Georgina. The florist has her favourite gerberas and peonies. Soft pink peonies and multicoloured gerberas would perk up this dreary winter day.

Pagpasok ni Weston, sumalubong sa kanya ang bango ng mga bulaklak. "Magandang hapon po, Sir. Ano pong kailangan nila?" tanong ng florist. Inikot niya ang tingin sa mga bulaklak, naghahanap ng bouquet na may malalim na kahulugan. Sa pagkakataong ito, nilagpasan niya ang mga pulang rosas na madalas niyang bilhin. "Gusto ko ng kakaibang bouquet para sa fiancé ko. She’s in the fragile, early weeks of her pregnancy. I need something that feels celebratory, but distinct from standard red roses."

The flower shop smelled like spring. The sweet fragrance lingered in the air, mixing with the soft instrumental music playing from hidden speakers overhead. Dapat nakaka-relax kapag ganiyan diba? Kasi peaceful at nakakagaan ng mental health pero hindi ganon ang nangyari kay Adrian. Adrian had spent the last fifteen minutes standing in front of a display of flowers, completely overthinking every bouquet in sight. The elderly florist watching him from behind the counter was probably wondering why a grown man looked more nervous buying flowers than attending a business meeting.

And here I am, planning to give the woman whom I hated and cursed before. "Yes, sige po sir. Pasok po kayo sa loob." Anito kaya tumungo ako kaagad. There were lots of different flowers inside pero natuon ang mga mata ko sa mga pulang Rosas. Bigla ko lang naalala ang mga labi ni Amari sa tuwing pula ang lipstick na ginagamit niyon. Mga labing nakakatuksong halikan. "Best seller po sa amin ang bouquet ng red Roses sir. Fresh na fresh po ang mga ito, kakadeliver lang kaninang hapon." Pahayag nito kaya di na ako nagdalawang isip pa.

’ Pinipigilan ng florist ang sarili niyang hindi matawa sa amin. “Kung ganyan ang trip mo…sa akin pink peonies,” sabi ni Hubert, lasing na lasing sa feelings kay Isla. Nakakatawa talaga kami. “Purple hyacinths sa akin,” sabi ni John. “May Korean boyband siyang ganyan ang theme.” “Sa akin, pink alstroemerias at lisianthus,” dagdag ni Lucas na may proud na ngiti. Tiningnan namin siya na parang may sinolve siyang napaka-komplikadong math problem.

As I took the carnation from Korina's hands, I smiled at my maid and friend's thoughtful gesture. I brought the flower to my nose, inhaling its sweet scent. The fragrance was subtle yet inviting. Looking at the carnation, I admired its delicate petals, a soft pink hue with intricate details. I felt a sense of gratitude for the simple joy the flower brought. I'm captivated by its delicate yet resilient beauty. Unfold like delicate brush strokes, gently ruffled and layered with intricate detail. Gazing at the carnation, I feel a sense of nostalgia and simplicity wash over me. The flower's gentle beauty evokes memories of love, warmth, and long-lasting bonds. The delicate petals seem to whisper

huling wika nito, bago naglakad patungo sa gilid, kasabay nang dahan-dahang pagbukas ng pintuan ng simbahan. Nang tuluyang bumukas nang malawak ang pintuan, unang napansin ni Zhai ang magandang arrangement nang simbahan. Kitang kita nya ang maayos na arrangement nang Peonies flowers sa gilid nang aisle na lalakaran nya. She can't stop herself from admiring the elegant view infront of her. Zhairiyah slowly walked to enter the church, and everyone looks awed by her gown. Hawak nya din ang isang bouquet ng Hellebores flower, na talagang napakaganda.

This place imports preserved Ecuadorian roses and rare blooms from Europe. Pagpasok ko, bumungad agad sa akin ang amoy ng fresh flowers at soft instrumental music. Lumapit ang florist. “Good evening po.” Ngumiti ako. “I need something special. For a man.” Bahagya siyang napangiti. “We love that.” “Yes,” sabi ko. “Hindi lang babae ang dapat binibigyan ng flowers.” Pinili ko ang arrangement na deep burgundy roses mixed with dark blue delphiniums at konting black wrapping with gold accents. Masculine, elegant, at powerful ang atake nito.

They are very near, but we can't have them anymore. Nang sa wakas ay nakita na niya ang puntod nito ay tuluyan na siyang nanghina. Her knees fell on the ground. Gamit ang nanginginig na kamay ay hinaplos niya ang lapida. Pagkatapos ay maayos niyang inilapag ang tatlong bouquet ng bulaklak sa tuktok nito. A pink carnation for gratitude, a white for remembrance, and a peony flower that symbolizes healing. "Thank you. God knows how thankful I am that I had you. Your love, kindness, patience, everything... they will never be forgotten." Mapait siyang ngumiti kasabay ng pagtulo ng luha niya.

Those are the things that she'd been praying before, now they are real and within reach. Dumiretso si Blythe sa loob, patungo sa kaniyang kama nang malingunan niya mula roon ang tatlong pamilyar na mga bulaklak na naka-latag. It's the Camelia flowers again which came in different colors; one in white color, one in pink color and one in red color. Just like the usual, they look lovely in her eyes, she picked them up only to look at them closer.