Cupid & Psyche

Cupid & Psyche: Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

This is the part where I committed suicide. Don’t mind me. That was a crooked metaphor. I am very alive. In fact, I am looking at Cupid’s mom in all scream faces. She was not the kind of lady I was expecting. When I thought she was all these glamorous like the mothers I knew in movies, she’s just this woman of utter uniqueness. And what I meant by “utter uniqueness” I meant that she doesn’t care what she looks like in front of other people as long as she knows her passion. When other mothers would prefer to wear dresses and jewelries, Cupid’s mom had none even the slightest make-up. I didn’t even recognize the woman I met at dinner when I was here. Her face was covered in paint, her hair was all messed up in a bun and she was wearing jumpers and sneakers. It was really cute.

“Oh, hi, sweet heart! How are you?” she smiled in obvious delight to see me. I leaned close to kiss her cheek. I am just glad I didn’t wear a dress.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess, sweet heart.” She apologized at her looks. “I’ve been painting.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Confiar. I really don’t mind.” I laughed nervously and Cupid snickered silently beside me. If it wasn’t for his mother standing in front of us, I might have elbowed him.

She smiled and she waved a hand. “Come inside. Feel at home, okay?”

She ushered me inside the house and I was like an all-star.

“So I guess I’ll be leaving you girls to bond with each other.” Cupid excused himself with obvious sarcasm written all over his face.

 “Well go on with your mischief, Cupid.” His mom told him and he runs upstairs before I could argue a don’t-leave-me-here thing.

“Do you want to have tea, sweet heart?” his mom asked.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Confiar.” I said with another nervous smile.

“Just call me Venus, sweet heart.” She taps my shoulder. “Since you’re not up for tea, do you mind if I show you my studio?”

I nodded immediately and she led me to a room in the first floor.

I have always been a liker for art stuffs since I grew up paying a lot of time and attention to it. While both of my sisters pay more attention to jewelries and hand bags I like to just draw under the shade of our willow tree or sometimes go out and write—otherwise take pictures. And Venus’ studio is like a dream come true of being in the St. Peter’s Basilica. It gives you the fun and exciting feeling than being in a museum.

“Do you like it so far?” she asked as she wiped her hands with a towel and settled down on her work.

I look around more. “This is really marvelous.” I said dreamily as I looked up the ceiling painted with rainbows and other doodles.

She laughed. “Wow, I never heard anyone saying ‘marvelous’ to this place.”

I looked at her unbelievably. “Really? But this place is awesome.”

“I know, right. My husband has never failed giving me a room for my hobby.”

“He’s really nice to give you such a place.” I said.

She nodded. Then I looked at her unfinished work.

She seemed to have noticed me watching. “Do you know what this is?” she asked.

I shrugged as I decided to sit beside her on the floor. “What is it?”

She laughed crazily and I felt ashamed of myself that I don’t know what she is painting.