Black

Chpater 12

My mum's fingers were tall. They did my hair in seconds. She lets me wear her favorite diamond earrings as well.

"this must be really special occasion to you." I say as I wear her earrings. 

"Of course," she watches me. Wondering if I'm going to take care of her non-human babies. "My daughter not only left her room. But actually going out. With a guy. A real guy."

I roll my eyes. "You're being Ridiculous now." She laugh.

I stand up and check the clock on her gray wall. It says 7:48pm. I glance back to her. "I'm going to put on the dress and shoes now." 

she smiles and nods. She knew how to get ready for a date. She knows the alphabets of the what-to-do- before-dates. And comparing to me, she was an expert. Even though she went on dates with three males in her entire life. Including my divorced dad.

I walk back in my room, still in my bathrobe. but now my face is heavy with beauty. 

I put on the dress. Trying my best to not ruin my perfectly-made hair. And I fail a little since the dress was so damn tight. 

I sit on the edge of my bed. Terrified to move because the dress might crack open. Yes, it was that tight. Even though my butt was below average. 

I lean carefully. Sliding my feet in the leather boots. I stand up and I'm almost as dizzy as when I'm on a plane. It was too tall and I'd look weird standing next to Zayn.

I grab my black leather purse and I proudly make it out of the room without falling on my face. Not even once.

My mum calls my name from downstairs. Asking me if I was ready. I check myself for the last time. I scream yes.

I walk down the stairs slowly. With both hands on the handrail. I check my sliver small watch around my wrist. It's 7:56pm. He must be outside. I know he is.

I finally made it all the way down. And I was greeted by my mum's wide smile. She hugs me, again. 

"What's up with all the hugs?" I crack a smile as we both sit in the comfy big couch. 

The silent fill the room before my mum says. "Don't try hard to impress him." 

Was she reading my insecure thoughts?

"Be yourself, Sach. You're beautiful, funny, and sweet." She titles her head a little. "Every guy would be lucky to have you."

I smile. No one can be as sweet as her. 

I stroke her wrinkly hand. "I know, thank you for the tip."

She smiles and I smile back. And I think of the day I'm gonna get married and I wonder what she's going to do and how many tears will be shed and how many hugs I will receive.

A bell ring cuts my thoughts like a knife. My mum jumps. 

"He's here!" she exclaimed. Her voice low as whisper. I feel my stomach tighten and my hands getting sweaty. -I check my watch- it was 8pm exactly. I knew he was outside.

I stand up adjusting the dress. Making sure it covers all the places it suppose to cover. I can feel the stress dripping with the sweat in my palms.

My mum made her way to the door. Pulling it open with a big big smile on her face. Her eyes widen when she sees him. Possibly as much as my eyes widen when I saw him laying next to me. He was handsomer than ever. A sharp black suit, narrow lapels with a thin black tie on a very white dress shirt. The colour white fitted him like my favorite sweatpants fitted me and it made him look more tanned than he already is.

My mum gasped a little with admiration. And I thank god she's my mum and she won't hit or flirt with Zayn.

"Hello." Say Zayn with his smoky voice.

"Hello, Love." My mum finally says. "Come in," she moves a little.

He takes a step in. and my mum closes the door behind him.

"I'm Sach's mum." She stick her hand out for him in a polite way. Zayn takes it and kiss the back of her hand like gentlemen in movies. 

"Nice to meet you," Says Zayn as he stand up straight again. And I silently pray my mum wouldn't faint. 

Zayn glance behind her. locking his golden eyes on me. My face feels funny and I catch myself smiling. I walk over to them.

"wow." Zayn breathed out. And I blush.

"You look…" he stopped thinking. "gorgeous" 

I nod. I know I was. 

"Now excuse us, Ma'am" Zayn offers his arm and I warp my short fingers around his biceps. His arm felt hard with the muscles but yet amazing. He titles his head to face me. "We gotta go now." He shoots a half smile as he opens the door and walks us out.