Tanaman Hias Di Kamar Novels & Stories

He sat for a moment, looking at her across the table, at the journal and the Respondent side by side, at the particular quality of her sleep which was immediate and complete and had the settled quality of something overdue. Then he looked at the flowers along the left wall. The light blue ones. The only ones in the room of that colour, a pale, almost luminescent blue that caught the filtered light from the ceiling differently from the others. They were a variety he had cultivated specifically for this room, one of several that did not exist in any ordinary garden catalogue, and their primary effect on anyone who spent an extended period in their presence was a profound and gentle sedation. H

The room was extremely big double the size of my small house, was beautifully decorated with Orchid or tuberose to create a lovey-dovey ambience. Their is a rose pathway to the bed with different colours of tea candle lightning was placed on both the sides of the rose pathway. The sweet aroma of Lavender and Jasmine has a soothing and calming effect. Futher moving there is king size bed with white bedsheet and on that a big two joint-heart was made with the red roses,the joint-heart was bordered with the yellow petals giving a look of Dreamcatcher.

There was a small, seemingly soft bed with white bed sheet laid over it, whereas two candles on an oblong table were the only source of light in the room. Four large pots respectively containing Peonies, Roses, white Lilies and Freesias stood at the four corners of the space, their heady, sweet and floral mingling fragrance that soothed the room with ventilation. A smaller pot of Peony sat on the table alongside potion vials of several-colored potions and a few apothecary Jars. Looking under the table, there were two water-filled ceramics Jars, a wooden mortar-pestle and a long-handle mahogany spoon leaning against the wall beside a portable cauldron.

She was a bit nervous, of course, and so was I. “You did well.” She looked at me. I nodded and then our attention went to the officer. For some time, we kept seeing those officers doing their work. They were carefully checking every single thing in my room when suddenly the woman showed something to that man officer. His brow arched and then the woman showed him the fabric flowers, which were dangling through the ceiling. I always loved flowers but I was too lazy to take care of them. Plants have to be taken care of, but the worst happens when insects get into those plants. That is why I had decorated the room with flowers made of cloth. They look very beautiful hanging from the ceiling.

After taking my shower that morning, Tia entered my room with a cup of coffee. “Tia, I think I want to redecorate my room. I found a cool color on one of the flowers, and I would love to wake up to that sight every morning,” I told her as she gently placed the coffee on my table and then went ahead to open the windows even wider. “For someone who has suddenly fallen in love with nature, you leave your windows awfully closed a lot,” she said.

“Well, also, you assumed incorrectly that this has something to do with Cherry. She is not a person. She’s a kitten that Linux decided to rehabilitate at my home. Without my permission, of course. .” Josey turned to him, “Awe, what happened to it?” Tarrin was about to answer, but then Mr. Gallgnum came in, followed by Mara and his godson. “I see the young lady did remember! Well, Tarrin, as you can see, here, we have several species of plants,” Tarrin looked to the rows the older man pointed. He was there for business, after all, “there are ZZ’s, Clivia, and over here, I have Hoya and Moth Orchid. These here,” the older man continued, “ are Philodendron. Very popular.”

But the familiar, sweet scent of Calista’s room began to calm him, dissolving the tension with every breath. Her room was a vibrant reflection of her personality—a kaleidoscope of colors and memories covering every wall. A soft smile tugged at his lips. Her choice of decor reminded him of how she had brought life and color into his own home once, and just how much he missed it. The curtains, a soft lavender, were half-drawn, letting in a gentle glow. Floral wallpaper adorned the walls, with patterns of roses and lilies intertwining in a tribute to her love of nature. Small potted plants sat on the dresser, and a fresh bouquet of tulips graced the bedside table.

“Isaiah we've run out of space to put them. I'm going to be discharged soon,” “You could open a florist shop with all these flowers,” Sasha said from where she sat beside my bed. I looked around helplessly. She wasn’t wrong. The room looked like a florist’s dream. There were vases filled with roses, tulips, lilies, peonies, daisies, every color imaginable on every flat surface. Even the little table by my bed had two new arrangements from this morning. I loved flowers, he knew I did, but this was too much.

I asked him and he nodded looking at them "They're so beautiful," he smiled at me I stared at those yellow roses even some petals were missing on them, again and they're the most attractive thing here in his luxurious bedroom his balcony was at the size of a normal room, so big it is graced with several rare and expensive show plants around with some beautiful flower plants that I only saw in discovery channel "Thank you again," I can't stop myself and wrapped my arms around him right there, he didn't even take a second before wrapping his arms around me too