Anne drove her car at high speed towards the flower shop located not far from her apartment. She was very happy today because the shop owner had contacted her first before selling it to someone else. Anne was already in love with the flower shop. For some reason, from the first time she came to the flower shop to buy some white roses to put in her room, she immediately fell in love with the little shop.

According to the appointed time, Anne finally arrived at the flower shop. The owner, Mr. August, was seen standing outside with his walking stick. He seemed to be waiting for Anne, and seeing what the old man was doing made her feel bad. She couldn’t bear to see the man, who had to use a cane, standing outside waiting for her to come. After parking her car, Anne immediately got out and approached Mr. August with a smile. ​​

“Why are you waiting outside, Sir?” asked Anne, worried, when she arrived in front of Mr. August.

“For a man my age, it feels so boring to sit continuously, Miss, so it’s not a problem to do a little outdoor exercise like this,” Mr. August replied with a friendly smile.

“Ah, that’s a good excuse, Sir, let’s go inside. We’ll continue our conversation,” said Anne softly.

Mr. August nodded his head slowly in response to Anne’s words. Slowly Anne led Mr. August into the flower shop, where Mrs. August was already waiting. After Anne sat on a small chair in the shop, Mr. August immediately stated his intention that he wanted to sell the flower shop because he felt he could no longer take care of it. The reason was that so far only himself and his wife had managed the flower shop because of their love for flowers since childhood, while their children had chosen to work in fields of their respective choices.

Because Mr. and Mrs. August didn’t set a high price, Anne finally agreed to buy it. They finally made another appointment to meet for the signatory of the shop sale in front of the notary. Anne also needed time to take out the money from her savings, because the amount of money needed was not small for her. Even though the flower shop that she bought was much smaller than her coffee shop in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, Anne understood that building prices in London were much more expensive than where she used to live. But Anne was still lucky because she still had some money left from the sale of her apartment and coffee shop in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne after buying the flower shop. So she still had many advantages that kept her calm. She planned to use her remaining money to redecorate her flower shop as she pleased tomorrow. When she finished the purchase process with Mr. August, Anne finally said goodbye to Mr. August and his wife, because it was already noon and she hadn’t had lunch.

“I’m hungry,” said Anne quietly as she opened the refrigerator in her apartment.

Without changing her clothes, Anne went straight to the kitchen. She decided to heat the leftover sandwich that she brought to campus in the microwave this morning, because she had no time to make any more food. The worms in her stomach really couldn’t cooperate anymore, after two minutes of heating the sandwich, Anne finally ate her sandwich for lunch.

“Thank you, Grandma, because the money that you gave me can continue my life well in this country,” said Anne quietly, staring at the photo of Mrs. Chaterine, which she put up near the television table.

It was the first and only photo she had when she took a photo with Mrs. Chaterine, because all the photos of her were burned by Leon exactly one day after they got married. A photo was taken when Anne was still working as a painting curator at the museum, where Mrs. Chaterine often visited, until Mrs. Chaterine matched Anne with Leon.

When Anne was about to go up to her room on the second floor, suddenly her cell phone in the kitchen rang/ Anne lazily walked into the kitchen to see who was calling her. Her smile immediately grew wide when she saw the message that appeared on her cell phone screen. Linda had sent her a message that said:

“Silly girl, I don’t know what luck has befallen you this time. Mrs. Martha didn’t come to campus today, so our assignments will only be collected the day after tomorrow. Re-create your assignment, I’ve sent you the provisions through email.”

Reading the message, Anne jumped up and down with joy like a child. She quickly grabbed her bag which she placed carelessly on the sofa. She then took out her drawing paper and some drawing tools along with her laptop, while reading the email sent by Linda.

To be continued.