Love Sick : The After Story

Forgiveness

[Noh's Point Of View]

"What about this one?" I hear my mother's voice and raise my head to look at the aged yet beautiful face of my mother. She smiles gleefully as she poses for me, wearing another dress from the pile she had taken with her into the stall. The dress she's modeling this time it's a crimson red silk. By the elegant design and the way it glues itself against her slender figure, I can tell that the price must be high. I question if she brought enough money to pay for it but keep myself from asking to prevent offending her. 

Apparently, the company for which my father worked was hosting a Christmas party by the end of the month and both, my father and mother, had been invited. Knowing that all of my father's co-workers would be  there, and that their wives would be along them, she wanted to dress impressively. Everyone will probably dress to impress, I should do too. I don't want to embarrass your father in front of his co-workers much less, in front of his boss. She had said as she dragged me from shop to shop, hoping that I would be able to provide her with some  good fashion advice. But she had been wrong when she thought that I would be any help. It had been an hour and a half and none of the dresses she had tried nor my opinions had satisfied her. 

"So, how does it look? Be honest." She asks as she turns into different sides, giving me a look from different angles. I rest my chin in my palm and look at her carefully, trying to come up with a good opinion but I am not experienced when it comes to woman clothes so I feel at loss. In the end, I decide that it looks good and smile at her encouragingly, "It looks perfect on you, ma! You'll be the prettiest among the ladies at the party!"

She raises an eyebrow before letting out a whine, "That's exactly what you said about the previous dress! As a matter of fact, that's all you've been saying! Noh, dear, I know that you love your mother but you're not being much help!" Well, I told you so. That I'm with a guy doesn't necessarily mean that I'm good with this kind of stuff. Ugh! Woman!

"Well, what am I supposed to say? They all look good on you in my opinion!" I tell her as she stares at herself in the mirror, completely ignoring me. "Argh! This isn't it either!" She mutters seeming exasperated herself before turning around and walking back into the dressing stall. As I watch the door shut behind her for the millionth time, I feel a prick of annoyance creep into me. I had been sitting here for an hour already, watching her try on different dresses, none of them good enough to satisfy her. My butt was numb by now and the air conditioner in this area was freezing me to death. 

"Mom, would you mind if I go to the bathroom for a minute?" After another ten minutes, I finally bring myself to ask her, hoping that she wouldn't mind. Although I wasn't dying to leave her side, I felt that I would lose my sanity if I didn't see a different surrounding in the next ten minutes. "Okay, okay! You go ahead! I'll choose on my own and then I'll meet you at the dining area." She tells me nonchalantly as she comes out of the stall, wearing yet another dress. Giving her a last thumbs up, I start walking away from her. 

[Phun's Point Of View]

Tick Tock.

The clock hands move slowly as the time progresses while I continue sitting in what used to be the family couch. On the next couch, my mother seats. With her chin resting in her palm, she observes me with a content smile, taking in my image and pointing out every little detail that has changed in the past two years. If you're wondering where my father is, he is upstairs, supposedly 'preparing himself to see me'. He said he needed some time to prepare himself to see you.. He will come down soon, don't worry.. My mother had told me a moment ago, as we sat down on the couch. Preparing himself to see me? What am I? A monster? Why is it taking him so long to come down? Not that I'm eager to see him or anything.