"Why should I believe you?"
"Because you are my everything. My darling, my baby, my lover boy."
An Asian Man, Black Woman Story.
A Poetic Love at First Sight/High-school Lovers Dialogue.
Mature Content.
Contains: Mild-Language, Sexual Actions, and T...
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Women are the most important people in the world.
They create life, hospitality, and love for their boys and girls.
The Mother of All Creation.
The Mother to My Lover.
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Jungkook rang the doorbell, holding three dozens of roses at the doorstep. He wore a white t, dark blue jeans, and some Timberlands boots. He fiddle with his soulmate ring as he waited for the person to open the door.
Suddenly, the door opened. Revealing your mother, with light pink night gown, her light pink slippers, and she had light pink curls in her hair. She looked at Jungkook with surprise, confused at the same time.
"You know my daughter left, right?" She said, pointing at your room.
"I know, I-I came for you." Jungkook said, bowing slightly; also flustered by her beauty.
"Oh...I'm married and I like older men." She said, crossing her arms as she looked at the roses.
"N-No! I am not here to date you. I-I am here to help you." He stuttered by the assumption and from his English.
"Oh. Okay, come in baby." She opened the door more, letting Jungkook walk in and take off his shoes by the door. Once he was done, he walked into the dining room where your mother was; slowly making a seat at the table. "So, why are you here?"
"To gift you t-these." He handed her the roses, making her eyes widened and smiled. "Kenya said you l-like roses."
"And you have my favorite colors~ Oh, hijo...gracias." She hummed, getting up and hugging your boyfriend. She smelled the orange, pink, and red roses with a smile.
Your mother walked to the nearby empty vase and put all thirty-six inside. "I'll put water in it later."
"Umm, also..." Jungkook cleared his throat before speaking, making her turn around to look at him.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"U-Umm...I wanted to help you. With house work and stuff..."
"What?"
"Kenya said she was really sad, because she couldn't spend time with you anymore; helping around the house and stuff. She didn't want you to be lonely, so I wanted to offer you some company." Jungkook said, confidently. His word slurred here and there, but she could understand him.
"Did she make you come here?" She asked, kind of side-eyeing him.
"Not at all, ma'am. She doesn't know I'm here." He reassured her.
Your mother's frown slowly turn into a smile, hearing his words clearly. She almost started crying, to be honest.
"Thank you, baby. Yes, I would like that." She smiled. "And you can call me Ms. Dabiku."
