Wisya_Kiehl

Hendra is Asya's fiancé. They are a couple who just got engaged last year. This Monday, their fiancé day will be their first anniversary. Early in the morning Hendra came to Asya's house, intending to give her a surprise.

Unfortunately, the surprise Hendra gave him was a bouquet of purple aster which Asya didn't like. In fact, according to Hendra, purple aster flowers are very special and have meaning. But for Asya, that's not the case. She prefers red roses because they more clearly symbolize love and affection.

Hendra could only surrender, and was sure that one day Asya would understand the meaning of the purple aster flowers he gave to her. 

Asya and Hendra's relationship is not going well. They always have different opinions and tastes. Starting from the taste of jam, to the choice of favorite places for dating. Of course, this makes Asya and Hendra often fight.

But if Asya and Hendra don't meet, they will miss each other. The spark of love and compassion between them is greater than their differences.

Of course, this is what makes Asya unable to leave Hendra. Likewise, Hendra couldn't possibly cheat on Asya with another woman. So that the romantic relationship between them can last a long time.

Will Asya and Hendra's relationship last until they walk down the aisle? Or is there a best way for them to resolve the conflict that occurs between their romance? Try reading the continuation of the story here.

Aster Flowers

Suddenly Hendra stopped his car. I was shocked to death. When I realized that Hendra had taken his hands off the wheel. I dared to look into his eyes. The look in his eyes pierced my heart. 


“What do you mean by those words?” said Hendra, his question really hit my heart. 


I can't deny that Hendra's voice that I heard right now sounded firm. I can't deny that anger was clearly visible on his face. I was speechless, unable to give even the slightest answer. 


“What did you say, Sya. Why is it not clear to my ears,” said Hendra, continuing his speech. 


“I'm just saying that no one in my family likes strawberry jam. There's no point in bringing toast with that filling,” I said, explaining the meaning of my words. 


“It's useless? Are you saying that my efforts are in vain,” said Hendra, further clarifying what had offended him. 


Trembling, I shook my head. I didn't mean to upset Hendra. But what I said was true. Neither mom nor dad liked the taste of strawberry jam. 


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