Tanaman Hias Di Kamar Novels & Stories

Roman looked around, and for the first time, really saw the space she had carved for herself. The narrow gallery outside her room was transformed—lined with mismatched pots, cracked clay vases filled with blooms, little wooden crates reused as stands. There were tiny chalk signs stuck into the soil with plant names scribbled in her delicate handwriting. Some flowers were in full bloom. Others were struggling. All of them were alive. He had never noticed this place before. Never bothered to come here during the day. The only time he entered her room was at night, and even then, he didn’t linger.

There were enormous light lamps that were upbringing the beauty of the chamber and then my sight noticed the decoration. The whole chamber was decorated with flowers of sunflowers, mogra, tulip, and whatnot. There was a huge pot of water in front on which flower petals were placed and light lamps were swimming on the surface. Both the chandeliers were lighting so beautifully and the whole chamber had a different kind of brightness. Moving forward my sight fell on the bed, it was covered with curtains and I pulled the ropes to part the curtains aside. My sight fell on the decorated bed. It has lots of flower petals and it had so mesmerizing smell.

In the bathroom section, I found fluffy white towels, a bamboo bath mat, and a set of glass apothecary jars for cotton balls and Q-tips. By the time I made it to the plants section, my cart was overflowing. But I couldn’t resist—a couple of potted succulents for the windowsill, a trailing pothos for the living room, and a snake plant for the bedroom because they were basically indestructible. At checkout, the total made me wince, but I swiped my card anyway. Back home, I unloaded everything and got to work.

“I thought you might like these, too. They’re just for decoration, not to eat. Brighten up the place, that kind of thing.” “Oh, thank you!” I cry. “They’re perfect.” Axel smiles at my appreciation, watching me take a sniff of each different one. I pull a ceramic vase from the cupboard over the sink and fill it with water before plunking in the orange, yellow and white blossoms. Then I just stand there, not sure what to do with it. Axel takes it gently and sets it on the kitchen table, which I see immediately is the right place. They look right at home and make the room even prettier.

Standing in the garden with the gardeners, Xiahou Jiaxin was trimming the potted plants while humbly asking for advice. "Miss Xia Hou, you really don't look like those rich young ladies. Girls who do business like this don't like to do it. After all, it's very boring." "Uncle Hu, you watched me grow up with you, and you also know that I always like to be quiet. Besides, isn't it said that trimmed potted plants can help you cultivate your character? Anyway, it's boring to stay in the room."

"Then, there's no reason to be afraid of roaming this house alone." I shook my head in disbelief. Amerie seemed to always know how to answer me. "Is this the lavender from the shop?" I changed the topic. In the middle of the dining table, there was a vase filled with familiar lavender, which wasn't there in the morning or at lunch. "Yes. It's pretty, isn't it?" I nodded both in agreement and lack of knowledge about flowers. All the flowers looked pretty to me. "I put the rest of it in our room. It will help you to get proper sleep at night."

“Sorry, I brought you something.” She places a plant next to my bed. The smell is strong. “Oh what is it?” I ask trying to not breath it too much. “It’s Jasmine and a Peace Lily sharing a pot,” Maryanna smiles. “Interesting,” I say yawing. “That is very different.” “My mentor gave me the idea. I take a class to destress. A lot of us do. With the cyber attacks and everything, most of us needed a safe place. We found it at a greenhouse that taught us how to use plants to destress,” Maryanna leans forward and speaks into my ear. “I made this plant to help you sleep.”

The cabin, usually cozy and warm, has been transformed into something magical. Candles are everywhere—on the mantel, the coffee table, the windowsills—casting a golden glow that dances across the room. The soft light reflects off the wood-paneled walls, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. But what really takes my breath away are the flowers. White tulips, my absolute favorite, are arranged in elegant vases all around the room. Their delicate petals are tinged with the softest hint of pink, and they fill the air with a subtle, sweet fragrance that mingles with the scent of the candles.

She remembered putting it hurriedly on the console table before they made the trip to Rocky’s house. “Gemma, where did you put all the flowers?” She asked the house manager, who told her. Then, she instructed how to handle the flowers. “Let the potted ones remain in the garden, then distribute the baskets to our neighbors and make an arrangement for each room. Please put daffodils and Ecuadorian roses in my room as well. Then, she picked the two stems from the console and pressed them to her chest while climbing the stairs. When she reached her room, she gently placed the two stems on her vanity table before going to the bathroom.

He didn't even notice when I slipped out of there and went back to the hotel room. I explored our fancy room after changing into comfortable clothes. He would have brought Catherine here tonight if not for the pathetic me. He is the ladies' man and finding a spot to fuck shouldn't be a problem for him. It was not even 7 PM. What do I do now? The size of the bathroom was incredible. I put all the servants to use today. "Prepare my bath with some flowers and scented oils." "Turn all gas lamps off and add more candles." "There are too many carnations everywhere. Change out some to roses. Add more vases and bring a few indoor plants too."