Flower in my house: A Flower of One Million Inspiration.

The morning sun was so bright, shining on the leaves and flowers. Beautiful butterflies make love between the rows of flowers. The beikau birds are beautiful, perched briefly and then flew again. I breathe fresh air while looking at the pile of flowers that are in bloom.

Mentari pagi begitu cerah, menyinari dedaunan dan bunga-bunga. Kupu-kupu cantik memadu kasih diantara deretan bunga. Burung-burung beicau indah, hinggap sebentar lalu terbang lagi. Ku hirup udara segar sambil memandang tumpukan bunga yang sedang mekar.

These flowers grow so fertile and beautiful. Treating a bit of longing for my son and my wife far away. The smell of flowers in the wind blow, the more bring me into the realm of fantasy. Fancy about people who plant flowers.

Bunga-bunga ini tumbuh begitu subur dan indah. Mengobati sedikit kerinduan terhadap anakku dan isteriku yang jauh di sana. Aroma bunga yang di hembus angin, semakin membawa ku ke alam hayalan. Menghayal tentang orang yang menanam bunga.

Still I remember your lenny finger cutting off the leaf buds. Play a water pipe to give freshness to the flower. You are so nimble in doing all that.

Masih ku ingat jari lentikmu memotong tunas daun. Memainkan pipa air untuk memberikan kesegaran untuk sang bunga. Engkau begitu cekatan dalam melakukan semua itu.

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![image]()Paper flower in my yard

Looking at the flowers in bloom is so much fun. Million inspirations and delusions adorn the mind and awaken the subconscious to old memories. Peace is felt. Momentarily made me forget the loneliness and solitude.

Memandang bunga-bunga yang sedang mekar begitu menyenangkan. Berjuta inspirasi dan khayalan menghiasi pikiran dan membangkitkan alam bawah sadar terhadap kenangan lama. Kedamaian begitu terasa. Sesaat membuatku lupa akan kesepian dan kesunyian.

Dewdrops of the morning have begun to dry on the leaves. Mentari morning has started climbing up the sky. The warmth of the light had begun to feel on my skin. The flowers continue to bloom, trying to pull the beetle to suck his honey. When the pollen falls over the stigma head, his beauty fan wilt disappears. A sacrifice for the next generation. Sacrifice is not in vain.

Tetesan embun pagi sudah mulai mengering di atas dedaunan. Mentari pagi sudah mulai menanjak memanjat angkasa. Kehangatan sinarnya sudah mulai terasa di atas kulitku. Bunga-bunga terus bermekaran, mencoba menarik sang kumbang untuk mengisap madunya. Ketika serbuk sari jatuh di atas kepala putik, diapun layu fan kecantikannya pun menghilang. Sebuah pengorbanan demi generasi penerus. Pengorbanan yang tidak sia-sia.

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![image]()Photo location in my home

The flowers have awakened me to the meaning of a sacrifice. Flowers have inspired to keep rising. I have to keep my spirit. Sacrifice my feelings for the future. The future of family and children.

Bunga-bunga telah menyadarkan ku akan arti sebuah pengorbanan. Bunga telah menginspirasi untuk terus bangkit. Aku harus tetap semangat. Mengorbankan sedikit perasaanku demi masa depan. Masa depan keluarga dan anak-anak.

Being far apart is not a vital issue. Distance is the key to longing. Distance also makes us to feel how the meaning of loss. Be patient and have to be patient until the time specified. As the flowers begin to blossom again, the longing is lost in the swallow of affection and togetherness.

Berjauhan bukanlah masalah vital. Jarak memang kunci kerinduan. Jarak juga membuat kami untuk bisa merasakan bagaimana arti kehilangan. Sabar dan harus bersabar sampai waktu yang di tentukan. Ketika bunga mulai bersemi lagi, kerinduan pun hilang di telan kemesraan dan kebersamaan.

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