Secret Love Nest 2018

Special

Who go crazy over a vase of arranged flowers?

Qing...apparently.

It all started one rainy day when something unexpected came into our doorway.

A vase of arranged flowers. In multi colored blooms like pink carnation, red roses, lavenders and even white lilies. It was a surprise.

And Qing is not happy to see it.

Qing: Who would send you flowers?

Me: (admiring the arrangement) I don't know. But these flowers look beautiful. And they (sniffing) smell wonderful too.

Qing: It looks expensive and well thought, yes.

Me: Yeah. Somehow it's making me feel happy just looking at it. Efforts were clearly put on these flowers. Let's put it in our bedroom.

Qing: No!

I was surprised at the loudness of his tone.

Me: Why?

Qing: We don't even know who sent it.

Me: Oh yeah.

Oh did I forgot to mention? The flowers has a card but all it said is "For Dayu".

That's it. Two words. For Dayu. Nothing else. Not even the name of the sender.

Qing: And we cannot ask the delivery guy because he is gone already.

Me: Because you almost push the man out. You...I don't know...after seeing the flowers...you just turn weird.

Qing: I am not weird. I am pissed. Who is this person sending you flowers?

Me: I don't know. There is no sender name on the card. What do you want me to do?

Qing: (didn't take time to think) Throw away the flowers.

Me: What?

Qing: Throw it away. You are not that fond of flowers.

True. But still...

I look at the expensive, beautiful flower arrangement. It's so pretty, even I who is not a fan of flower arranging will surely feel regret if I will just chuck these flowers on the garbage bin.

Me: No. I like it. Someone put efforts in these flowers to make whoever will receive it feel special. And it's for me and it's doing it's job. I feel special just looking at these blooms.

Qing: But we don't know who sent it.

Me: So? Someone forgot to write their name on the card, is that the flowers fault? Why are you venting your pissed off feelings on the poor flowers?

I sneered at him and walk towards our room, carrying the vase with me.

Qing: I am not... Feng Jian Yu! Not in my room!

Me: (stopping to face him) It's my room too. And these are my flowers! They go where I want them to go. Suck it up, Wang Qing or I will start getting mad. Do you understand?

Qing clamped his lips in annoyance. I let him stew in his tantrum and take my flowers inside our room. I put the vase in the middle of my writing desk and smile as it instantly brightens the room and my mood.

Me: I should demand flowers. Who would have thought that they can make me feel this way. (Taking a deep breath) (exhaling slowly) Ah.

I love every details of the flower arrangements. From the big lilies and full bloomed roses to the pretty carnations and the lavender twigs, green leaves and asters.