Falling for Florence

10

Leander clenched his fists in anger due to irresponsibility of Adrian. Adrian, again, came back early morning after enjoying the party the whole night with his friends. He was now sleeping and unable to attend today's meeting once again.

Leander instructed Zemira to wake him up and sent him to the office no matter what. Zemira was trying for past twenty-five minutes to wake him but failed.

Zemira shooked him, calling out his name to wake him up, however, he just covered his head with a pillow and avoid her.

"Wake up, Adrian," she said and removed the pillow after many failed attempts.

"Mom, I fell asleep late this morning. Don't wake me up, " Adrian finally spoke.

"Everything that has happened is because of your sleeping in every morning, " she spoke, her voice rising slightly in her annoyance.

He exhaled and opened one eye, "what happened?

"You don't see it, right," Mom asked in return.

"You look pretty good," Adrian tried to distract her and again put a pillow over his head.

"Aren't you aware of anything at all?" Mom again removed the pillow from him, grasping the white strands tightly in her hands.

"Mom, wouldn't it better if you put aside the question and spoke more openly?" He tried to open his eyes.

"Your brother is at work. You father is bursting with anger on your absence in office. And you're still lying in bed." She explained angrily.

"Troy is at work. Dad is making vacation plans for after his retirement and I'm sleeping. Isn't it great? Everything is in order, perfect," he chuckled. He began to turn his back towards her, but she pulled the blanket from him, "Adrian, you'll get out of the bed, take a shower, and go to work." She threw the second pillow away which was beneath his head. "Look, you owe me. I swear, I won't bless you. Get out of the bed right now!" She yelled her final statement.

"Okay, okay." He stood up, kissed her forehead and went to the washroom, dragging his feet along the way.

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Florence was upset. As her mom knew about her participation in a race, she cancelled her plan. Florence and Aurora went for some fresh air to reduce the stress, the latter attempting to console the other.

"Come on, Aurora. Say it. Say that I'm at fault here," Florence said angrily, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Why don't you try to understand your mom?" Aurora finally spoke.

"Try? I did everything she asked of me! Did I choose my college myself? Was it my decision to work with Troy? No!" Florence roared.

"Can you calm down?" Aurora asked, placing ahead on the girl's shoulder.

"I mean, everything I've done wasn't enough. Now she's restricting my life. Where exactly am I in this picture? Nowhere! I literally don't exist," Florence said, her voice lowering as her anger faded, instead replacing itself with sadness.

"I know it's hard. She's your mom, but she's also my aunt! I have been on her side myself as many times as I've defied her... She's difficult. I know. " Aurora was trying to explain her but she cut her off in the middle," Wow, thanks. Finally, someone said she's difficult!"

"She is, yeah. But there's something more difficult," Aurora couldn't restrain herself from revealing the truth to her.

"What's that?" Florence curiously asked.

"That she's nearly always proved herself right." She said, changing her mind.

"Come on," Florence answered, rolling her eyes. 

"My words may sound like nonsense to you now, but you'll understand when you are a mom," She said.

"I really doubt that because I have absolutely no intention of getting married," Florence announced.

After a few moments of silence, Aurora offered, "Let's eat something. You sit here and I will bring something from that shop," She spoke, pointing at a building across the street.

Florence walked to a bench as Aurora left, and continued abusing her luck.

As she passed a car, she looked in the mirror to see how she looked. Her hair was a mess. "I look terrible." She almost shouted and continually cursing her luck. She was twirling her fingers around the strands of her.

The door was suddenly opened. Troy came out of the car, as she faked a smile at him. She was embarrassed, her cheeks heating up. "You're even fighting with car windows," he teased.

"I was fighting with myself," she interrupted.

"You found the right address at last," he laughed.

"I recommend you the same thing. Maybe that way you won't torture people around you that much." She said angrily.

"Just go slowly so your hairstyle is not harmed," he answered in the same tone.

She left without answering him.

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