What I think about life.

The flower story

She walks through the big beautiful hall for her orientation week. The hall has a certain air to it. She can't put her finger on it. The luxurious hall feels as intimidating as it was before. The hall that many occasions and examinations are held. Holly wear her favorite blue 'baju kurung' and white hijab for the occasion. As a postgraduate student, she is only required to attend the first day of orientation. She look at the excited faces of the freshmen and this reminds her of her first day as a freshman.

She rushed to go to her first class and ran 3 flights of stairs in her long beige dress with her leather backpack on her first day of class. As she rushed to go into the lecture theater, she fell flat on her face in front of her lecturer and the entire class. She had to go see a doctor for her sprained ankle and has to walked with a limp for a week. Everyone in class called her Cinderella since then because she was wearing a long dress when that happened. Unfortunately for her, there was no fairy godmother or a Prince Charming at that time.

After a few speeches, prayers and important videos, they finally adjourned and Holly immediately go to her professors to discuss her schedule situation. She is excited and nervous at the thought of doing two things simultaneously. Her stomach is tied in knots and she feels a bit nauseous. She walk through the professors' private offices and search for her professors' name for that semester. The hallway is really cold and feels a little bit gloomy. She look around and the hallway is certainly lack colors and decoration. Maybe one day she could be a professor herself and spruce up the hallway. She chuckle at the thought of this. After a few searches, she finally found one of her professor's office. She knock on the door and take a deep breath.

***

That was nerve wrecking. Although it's only been two years she last being a student, everything seems brand new to her. The college, the students, the professors, the libraries, the thick books, everything. She just met with all her professors to discuss her situation and everything run smoothly. She is so grateful for that. She thought her postgraduate career going to end up with drama.

She walk out of the main office and to the beautiful garden surrounded the faculty. There are her favorite pink roses blooming and rest beautifully under the sun. She wants to pick a rose and then suddenly a lady in red pass by her. She mutter something under her breath and give Holly an angry look. Realizing that she might do something wrong, she ask the lady if it's okay to take one rose and with a look of disdain claim that she has no authorization to answer that question. She finds the lady peculiar and watch her walk away from the garden. Holly still admiring the beautiful flowers around the garden and sit on a bench.

She sit on the bench for a good five minutes and go to the florist to buy a pink rose. Because she really wanted one.

***

It's 7 pm and Cat just arrived home from the wedding. She takes off her pink shawl and lay on the living room sofa. The room smells like heaven with the air diffuser switched on in the corner of the room. She just lay there and close her eyes for a few minutes after a long tiring day. She scans the room. She can see fake and real flowers decorated around the house. Her mother is a big fan of flowers. She can see dried eucalyptus and a bouquet of fresh baby breath, daisies, little roses with different kind of leaves around it each in a vase across the room. To her right is a beautiful side table with a vase full of white carnations on it.

She carefully takes a few of the carnations and daisies without making the vases of flowers look empty. She head to her room and greet her beloved cat, Hope. After a busy Sunday, she almost forgot about Hope. She was running here and there most of the time making sure the event went as smoothly as possible. She put down her handpicked beautiful flowers on her vanity and pick up Hope. They cuddle and talk for awhile on her bed. It's nice to talk to her again. She even played for a while before Hope drifted into a deep sleep.

Cat go to the shower immediately after and forget all about her flowers.