Sunday morning

Sunday morning, after weeding and tidying the plants
creepers, I went to kambojanya. It is clear that
the buds get bigger and will soon expand, maybe
two or three more days. There is a sense of impatience that appears and enlarges,
wants to quickly calculate the number of petals. Unaware if ego
beautiful has come and filled the heart. Hiks.
Monday morning the bud has not been open yet. Patient. Monday afternoon,
when watered, the bud was not yet open. Be patient again, yes,
De. Emang is not yet time. If the time has not come, it will not
will come, even if asked to be accelerated. When the time has come,
will surely come too, even if it asks to be slowed.
Tuesday morning, when I no longer wanted a quick look
expands it, the bud has actually expanded with
perfect. The crown is five in red.
The flowers look fresh, strong and charming. Awesome ... amazing ...
extraordinary ... Subhanallah. Gratitude is harsh. Happy is
enveloped whole heartedly. A smile is present and filling. That flower too
look happy and smile, while continuing to exalt on
The Creator.