The Flowers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sa hanay ng mga rosas, nabasa niya ang red, white, cream, lavender, peach, orange, pink, salmon pink at yellow. "Kaya kung iniisip mong bibigyan ako ng flowers ay huwag na lang. Kasi sigurado akong mas maganda pa ang mga bulaklak dito kaysa mga nabibili sa flower shop. At kung flower arrangement lang din ang pag-uusapan, hindi rin naman mahuhuli ang kakayanan ko," pagbibiro ni Daniella sa namamangha pa ring lalaki.

Paalam nito tsaka umalis. "Oy may pa-flowers. Kanino nanggaling 'yan?" Biglang dumating si Teacher Beth at umupo sa tabi ko. "Hindi ko alam. Hindi sinabi eh," sagot ko tsaka inilagay sa lamesa ang flowers. Malaking bouquet ito at puro red roses ang nakalagay. At ito 'yong favorite flower ko.

Parang napaka-positibo ng ibig sabihin ng mga bulaklak na ito at hindi ko maiwasang hindi mahalina dito ng tuluyan. The smell of these fresh flowers reminds me of the flower garden of my Mom in Greece. The late Arabella Montreal really loved flowers in different colors and forms. From Tulips, Peonies, Roses, and Lavender. Until now, those are blooming vibrantly because the caretaker is taking good care of it properly. "It seems that you really like flowers," untag niya sa akin. The amusement in his eyes was obvious. Masaya akong tumango. Dinala ko ang mga bulaklak sa mesa at nilapag pansamantala doon. Kumuha ako ng isang bakanteng glass vase sa isang coffee table at nilagyan iyon ng tubig.

Galit na turo nito sa unahan. My jaw dropped when my gaze landed on an array of beautiful flowers. Fresh and in all kinds of blacks. From Ecuadorian roses, tulips, lilies, and peonies to hellebores–it's all laid perfectly on the table. Kinusot ko ang mga mata. The scent that attacked my nose and then filled my senses to the brim tells me this is all but true. Holy!

HumaIik siya kay tita at sunod ay sakin. Hinila na ako ni tita papunta sa garden at pinakita niya sakin yung bulaklak. I don’t know anong klaseng bulaklak yun pero malaki siya. “Do you know what flower is this, Rida?” “Hindi po tita.” “This is Rose Mallow. They believe that this flower symbolizes of delicate beauty and great beginnings.” Na-amaze ako sa sinabi niya. Habang matagal ko siyang nakakasama, napapatanong ako sa sarili ko kung ano siya noon.

Sa ngayon ay bukod sa mga responsibilidad niya bilang ina ay may isa pa siyang mahalagang bagay na nagbibigay saysay sa kanya. Ang kaniyang flower shop. Pagdating niya sa EZ Bloomz na ngalan ng kaniyang flower shop ay agad siyang sinalubong ng maliliit na kampanilyang nakakabit sa pintuan hudyat na may bagong dumating. Mabangong halimuyak ng rosas, lilies, at jasmine ang sumalubong sa kanya. Agad na parang lumuwag ang kanyang dibdib. Palaging ganito ang epekto ng shop sa kanya, para bang ito ang lugar kung saan nakakahanap siya ng katahimikan.

There is also someone who is playing with the violin in the corner. He pulled a chair for me, and I smiled because of it. "Thank you," My lips parted when he handed me a bouquet of flowers. It was a sunflower bouquet that has fairy lights on it. Did he forget that I am allergic to flowers? "I knew you're allergic to flowers. . ." he uttered as if he just read what was in my mind. "These are made with foam. You can even water them if you want." he stated. My lips parted in awe.

She also made special baked macaroni. She was almost done when there was someone knocked in front of her door and rang the doorbell. Sinilip iyon ni Devi sa malaking high tech monitor niya na nasa sala. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Hugo with a bouquet of simple Gypsophila Paniculata commonly called Baby's Breath flowers. Hugo beautifully holds it in his arm. Baby's Breath often represents sincerity, purity, and love in many forms. Also, that flower is a symbol of everlasting love.

Or is keeping her by my side be the worst decision I would ever come to? Pagkalabas ko sa banyo ay nakadamit na ako. I don't want to sexually assault her again. I disgust myself. I peeked at her and saw her eating the chocolates while she threw the reversible octopus on the floor and beside the octopus was the small bouquet of daisies. Mukhang inapak-apakan n'ya 'to. She likes daisies more than roses. So this is how much she hates me... To the point of trashing the things important to her just to scorn me.

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.