“No, the Blossom Bloom is not for sale!” a husky voice of a man was heard that echoed around the blue-painted office.

“My grandparents are the founders of this business so you need to consider your thought”.

“And your grandparents sold it to us because of negligence that caused the sad devastation of this business”

No any single response came out. The visitor just made a sour grimace and finally turned her back and left the room.

“What is your name?” a four-year old boy holding a toy gun whispered to a girl sitting in front of him.

“My mother is reminding me many times not to tell my name to strangers,” she answered while combing the hair of her Barbie doll.”

“But we’ve been playing husband and wife for a month now,” the disappointed boy replied while looking up the tree house made plainly of woods.

“It is only a play,”

“So let’s get married!”

“Are you crazy” the amazed girl responded, “we are still kids.”

“No problem,”

He carefully groped his front pocket while holding the left hand of his playmate. An artificial ring crafted of wires appeared in his hand and slowly placed it in the middle finger of his playfellow.

            “When we grow old, return that to me and I will replace that with real one,” he teasingly mentioned while smilingly looking straight to the girl’s young eyes.

            “When we grow old and you’ve finally learned my name. I will agree to get married with you for real,” the little girl giggled.

Victor exhaled softly as he followed with his eyes his visitor leaving his office. The latter was offering a big sum of money to buy a share of the chain of flower business but he rejected it. He, together with his parents made a lot of perspiration to rebuild the business that demised forty years ago.

All of a sudden, a familiar object caught his sight from the well-cleaned gray carpet in front of his brown table. He stared at it thoroughly and he discovered a ring crafted from wires that trembled his astound eyes. “It’s been more than twenty years,” he told to himself while a sweet smile emerged in his face. “Glad to see you again, Miss Melody Armstrong.

Without his consciousness, he found his fingers dialing a number in his mobile phones.

Melody abandoned the Blossom Bloom with heavy feet. She felt that her heart almost shrank of pain as she remembered how she was disdainfully defeated.

            “Bastard…” She silently exclaimed as her teary eyes underscored the lonesomeness that dwelt in her at that moment. She really needed to get back the Blossom Bloom to her family.

            She had learned that her mother was the one who burned down the beautiful garden that resulted to the drainage of their family’s wealth and heartache of her Aunt Angelique.

            At that time, Her Aunt was weakening because of her age. The old woman always mentioned that the only thing that would give her sufficed happiness was to visit that garden before she would reach her end.

            Then suddenly, her mobile phone rang loudly that made her chest almost jumped of unexplainable nervousness that tickled every single cell of her body.