I glanced at a piece of rose that Jr. gave me a week ago and to this day is still placed in the glass. It is so withered that if you touch it, almost its leaf or petal will fall off because it is too dry. I just gasped because of what happened. This is the first time there has been a lasting flower in my room that hasn’t tasted my wrath. And take note it's coming from a man.
I don’t know but this time I’m sure I have weird feelings for Jr. A feelings that I have never experienced but I often read. Those feelings are often written in the stories I write. I don’t even know how I can write a thrill, Clichy, and clingy scene when I haven’t experienced the thrill yet. Everything I write that thrills reaction is based solely on what I read and watch.
Jr. is handsome and strong. I will admit that I have a crush on him. Unfortunately, he already has a girlfriend. This is the literal saying that is just crush but brokenhearted. It's not that I'm relying on him but it's sad to feel that you'll like the man you know has been taken.
It's been a week since Jr. became my friend. Nothing has changed between Jr. and me since we talked. If there is, we smile when we meet on the road or when I see him talking to mama. But other than that there is nothing else. Even if I have an on crush him, I don't tend to pay attention to the man especially since already have a girlfriend. I just secretly peek at him when he's at home.
I got up and looked out the window. I saw mama in her garden while tending to the plants and flowers. When he saw me he immediately waved at me so I opened the window.
"Why?" I ask.
"Come down here and I'll take you." My forehead furrowed and I wanted to protest when she shouted again. "I can't take Janel because she's busy with the exam," he added.
I quickly closed the window and immediately put on a black dress. I have no choice because I'm sure she get mad if I will not come. I don't need to put on make-up because I'm just a simple person. When I thought I was fine I then went down. I passed Janel in the living room scratching her head and just about to cut up the papers that were scattered in front of her.
‘Study hard young girl.’
When I got out, mama was ready to take things.
"You're taking too long," she complained. TSS! Where does she will go and does she want me to come?
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"For Mila, we will deliver these roses to her." Then look at me while shaking. I knew she didn't like what I was wearing so she just shook his head. Is it my fault that I really love dresses without a design, if there is one, it's really simple.
"Who is that Mila?"
"Jr.'s mother, the one who saved you."
I suddenly felt excited and I didn’t know why. I feel like I want to go back upstairs and change my clothes and wear fashionable jewelry. I also like to put lip tint and powder. I want to organize myself to be pleasing in the sight of all.
But maybe what else will mama think and tempt me when I do that. I honestly don’t really know why my feelings are weird when I hear Jr.’s name. It's like I'm getting gossipy or restless when it's mentioned about him. I’m always looking forward to the next story about him. I feel like I'm being tickled and I want to smile. I like to bark and ask questions.
"Hey! You are stunned there.” Mama calls me.
"Let's hurry so we can get home right away." Then I went out first pretending that I wanted to go back. But the truth is I’m excited to see Jr. and find out where he lives.
"Take it." At once he handed me a vase.
Mama and I walked with a bouquet of roses full of flowers. He always told me stories about plants but I didn't understand even one. Other than that I’m not interested in plants because I’m more eager to see Jr. If I could just run to get to them right away, I would have done it. I was especially annoyed with mama because apart from the talk that I didn't understand, it was the slow walk.
"Why do you bring this there and take me?"
“Mila will replace those roses with dahlias. Then so that we can walk, especially you. You look like Dracula in pale, do you still have blood?”
I ignored mama because I think more about how Jr looked when we meet. So I walked faster.
"Hurry up and I want to get home,"
Until we get to a big blue house next to the gymnasium.
It is surrounded by plants and just like the house it also has a mini garden. We immediately spotted an aged woman standing in front of the plants.
So I can see mama's soul in the garden while her body is with me. The lady was very fond of talking to plants, especially flowers. She even dances as if comforting the plants.
Mama and her really act the same way, because that's how mama acts when facing the flowers. It's like crazy dancing and singing or talking to flowers. They're think those really answer? They seem to be more childish towards their plants.
"Mila!" mama called the lady who immediately turned around and when she saw us she quickly let go of what she was holding and then came out.
"Hello to you," she formally greeted us then opened the gate. "Come in." She turned out to be Jr.'s mother. He is a bit older than mama. I actually think she was older than mama by about ten people or more. But her face was clear and she obviously took care of his body and face.
I rolled my eyes around the entire household. The surroundings of the house are nice and clean as well. Although there were many plants and a few trees, the dry leaves did not spread. Maybe it's better inside because we in their house obviously have something to throw out.
"Are these flowers?" she asked. I smiled as I reached for the vase on her. “The thick of the fruit. I'm just like you when it comes to taking care of plants, Myrna,” Mama smiled at her.
"Yes, my hand is really light on plants and flowers."
"Obviously," then she looked at me. "Are you Mia?" she asked me.
"Yes," I replied then simply looked around.
‘Where is Jr?’
"How are you, Hija?" she asked again.
"I'm ok," I replied. "Why do you want roses while you already have so many flowers?" I asked then looked around.
She has a variety of flowers. She also has a white rose so what to do with those flowers.
“That's not for me. That's for Jr. to give to Adeline.” Ouch, it really hurts really. Is she sick and needs to bring flowers? She seems to be too important.
"Ah!" I nodded pretending not to be affected.