Chapter 1

The life that Carissa currently feels may be in the eyes of others very difficult, how not to become an orphan in the end. More accurately, carissa does not know whether or not both parents are dead.

Because ever since she was a child carissa has been in a 'mother love' orphanage. The girl who grows into a woman today, through her life with drops of sweat. When children were his age, he could feel the love and education he deserved.

But carissa doesn't, she has to work her way to survive, and since graduating carissa high school, she's been out of the home. He wanted to pursue his dream as a teacher.

But as such, Carissa, who was studying on the scholarship, had to accept the condition that she still had to find a more earning job. What's more, Carissa still has to finance her younger brother in an orphanage.

"Good morning" said carissa.

"Carissa. Good morning," replied mother Iren, she is the caretaker of the orphanage,

"Mother Caca misses you," she said. Mother iren hugged carissa right away the woman believed carissa was in trouble. Because if carissa was in such a bad mood... mother iren would've understood.

"What's the matter," asked mother iren. Carissa could only breathe her savage breath. There's no way she's telling the story about what he's going through right now.

"Nothing Mom, Caca's just missing mommy."

Mother iren nodded her head, if carissa hadn't told her she wouldn't have insisted. Both went to the playground where a lot of young kids were.

Carissa sat in the garden, gazing at the rest of the home, tears welled up in her eyes to imagine what would happen to them. Two weeks ago carissa overheard a conversation mother Iren had with the house owner.

These people sold this house, because mother iren can no longer pay the rent, whereas if the place was sold where would they all go. Carissa didn't want that to happen, but neither did she know what to do.

"My Sister," calls someone.

Carissa immediately turned, there was Ambar. A child of only four at the time, Iren's mother found an Ambar in one of the garbage boxes. The little newborn baby, who had been thrown away with it.

Ambar got close, he sat next to carissa. The girl with the ponytail could always make carissa smile.

"Ambar, why doesn't she sleep at night," said carissa.

"Want to play with Sist caca," she replied.

While the two women of different ages sat there, carissa listened to all the nonsense presented by ambar. Until the evening sky, carissa must return to his boarding house.

When carissa arrived in kosan, she went to her phone and checked her cellphone, Carissa's forehead wrinkled as she saw 10 missed calls from an unknown number.

"Who the hell," he said, annoyed.

Carissa wasn't the type to take calls from an unknown number, because to her it didn't matter. If the person wanted to contact him, he would have sent a message.

When Carissa is tired, she goes to sleep. The 4 hours between kosan and the home, carissa wanted to rest.

In the morning carissa was ready to go to the flower shop where she worked. Besides working there, Carissa works elsewhere in the afternoon.

"Good morning," said carissa politely.

But the men he spoke to, he only mumbled softly. Carissa could only breathe, his colleague was like this. Too stiff, too slow to talk.

"Caca is here," the others say hello.

Carissa only smiled, as if they knew by Monday that Carissa would be in her afternoon since she went to the orphanage.

"I didn't spend the night at the orphanage yesterday. So it could come in the morning," he said.

"Next time anyone wants to order bouquet roses we're going to get a sister today," says Inka.

"What time?" said Carissa.

"About 11 p.m., the Inca can't tell. He he he, you see who received the call. You know how it is," it's tough.

Carissa only smiled, and continued to arrange the roses to be taken today.

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The door of the shop opened, and it already featured two very nice couples. The two quickly approached the counter.

"Good afternoon I am Inca, and there is no help," said Inka.

"I'm Della, the one who called yesterday, going to pick up the bouquet of roses," she said.

The Incas smiled, and she quickly found Carissa sitting in the corner of the enclosed room.

"Sister Caca, the flower is here," she says.

Carissa quickly left, carrying a bouquet of roses. I can help.

"Good afternoon, ma 'am, here are the flowers," Carissa says.

The two turned to carissa, the man silently while gazing at her. The woman's lips gave a big smile.

"Caca?" She was surprised to see Carissa there.

"Ella," Carissa countered, equally surprised.

The two fell into each other's arms, then Della blazers with carissa briefly missed each other. Carissa had not seen her friend for nearly 10 years.

Della and carissa were close friends who lived in the same orphanage, except even Della's parents actually died. So Della di was left there, after graduating from Della high school because he was married.

"I didn't expect to see you again," said Della.

"Yes, we haven't seen each other in a long time," Carissa replied.

"Bian, it's my husband" it's Della.

Carissa's heart beats faster, carissa listens well. In order for him to hear correctly, the name Della had just been mentioned.

"Ca, you remember Mr. Bian, right? Senior, we were in high school. He was my husband, this is Carissa, my best friend at the orphanage," Della explains.

Bian just smiled slightly, the man with the same cool demeanor.

"You're done? We go home, mommy and daddy are waiting for us," he says.

"Yes, Sir, I'll leave you at home. Anyway," said Della.

Carissa just nodded her head, the sign she agreed to what Della said. But when carissa and bian met her, carissa's heart felt like slipping away.

'He's your best friend's husband, forget him,' Carissa mumbled in his heart.

The woman immediately resumed her work, but carissa did not realize that Alan had been watching all the movements that carissa had made.

At another place Della was busy telling the husband everything, about him and carissa being friends. It's all Della stuff.

"I'm so happy to see you again," he says.

He just smiled, clutching his wife's hand.

It didn't take long for the two of them to reach bian's parents. There's a lot of families together, more like Della bian's husband's.

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