I Saw Her

Chapter 9

Since young, I would always imagine my future relationships to be special and different from others. My girlfriend and I wouldn't go on ordinary dates at ordinary places and say the same ordinary things to each other.

But that's what everyone thinks at first, right?

The truth is, all relationships are ordinary. Every couple will be ordinary and stay ordinary, but what's different is the feelings that they feel for one another.

It's the warm feeling I get every time I see Amelia. How my heart thumps so violently when I see her sweep her hair behind her ear. How I long for her to always stay beside me, forever and ever.

It was two months after Amelia and I became a couple. She was still recuperating in the hospital, since the doctor estimated that it would take about three months for her to recover fully. I visited her everyday to keep her company.

"The hospital's food sucks, Roman. It's bland, tastes weird, mushy as well", she pouted.

I couldn't help but smile at how cute she was.

"How about I cook your meals for you?" I suggested, jokingly.

"REALLY?! You will?" she brightened up.

I couldn't resist her charms and relented, agreeing to cook her meals everyday. She clapped her hands in joy. I've only cooked once for Amelia and her family, just a simple meal consisting of steam egg and chicken broth, but I've already received showers of praises about how delicious it was.

Amelia's eyes looked like it sparkled as she looked at me. "Can you please make me an omelette? I haven't eaten one in ages!" she asked.

I sighed, already making plans in my head about learning how to make an omelette.

When it started to get dark, I said my goodbyes to Amelia, who was still sitting upright on her bed, happily waving at me.

On the way back home, I purchased a cooking book from a nearby bookstore and hurried home, not wanting to waste any precious time.

Upon reaching home, I headed to the kitchen immediately to practise making an omelette. I didn't want Mom to know that I've reached home already since the situation at home was a little... tense.

I whisked the egg and poured some chopped celery and sausages into the egg mixture, before proceeding to cook the omelette on a pan. A failure.

Again. Still a failure.

I cussed out loud. Not wanting to disappoint Amelia, I tried again and again. The omelettes looked sloppy and uncooked.

After an excruciating two hours, I finally managed to cook a decent looking omelette. It tasted not that bad too.

I grinned. I finally did it.

At that moment, Mom walked in, reeking of alcohol. She kept stumbling, bumping into walls as she trudged into the kitchen.

"Oh hello Roman, what are you doing?" she smiled at me. I gritted my teeth and cursed silently, not wanting to talk to her.

Nowadays, she stopped working already. She just stayed at home, drinking alcohol. But worst of all, she treated her children like strangers, not giving us any love and often quarelling with us.

I hated her.

She slowly walked towards me and looked at the pan. "Is that for me?" she asked and took a fork.

Without me even saying anything, she took a piece and put it into her mouth. My blood was boiling.

"Roman, this is delic-", she said.