Chapter 1

Meet Zen, Hes 21, single, working in u.k as a florist and living by himself. He loves his job. He's addicted to it like a glue. Even when a fire happens, he saves the flowers over his friends which are stuck in the shop. His friends thinks hes weird as he doesn't care about people's life. He says he can talk to flowers and know whether they are hurt or not. He understands them like a human being to another human being. Every time when he goes out, he brings a flower along with him. He doesn't talk much as his friends only like to talk about games. He doesn't have a computer, a hand phone or even a house phone. How he communicates? Well he communicates with his flowers. His beloved flowers.

His friends begged him to make friends and talk to them but he just ignored them and continue talking to his flowers. Every one of his friend knows that he has a heart which loves a human being and wants to communicate with them and understand them. Zen himself tried to bring that feeling out by himself but it just gets harder and harder to feel that feeling again like he used to be. Before he came to u.k, he was a chatter-box in school. His teachers always complain that he talked too much. He made many friends that time and some of them followed him to u.k to study in the same course. He like a girl named Erin. She was a pretty girl, sweet and a very kind girl.

She was in the same plane where he was going to u.k. She was also in the same university as he was that time. It was a coincidence when they got into the same university. Zen couldn't resist his temptation towards Erin. He tried approaching her many many times but she keep ignoring or walking away from him. On valentine's itself, he confessed to her. She rejected him right on the spot. Even i myself also dunno why. He fell down on his knee's and started crying which was his first time. He loved that girl very much from deep within his heart. He was very upset when she said 'I am sorry but we were not meant to be together'. Before she left him, she gave him a flower. A flower of hope. A flower full of sincerity. His spirit was lighted from the present he received. He stood up and thought to himself. I should move on. I should as i am a 'man'.