Flowers From You

chapter twenty one

TUESDAY.

Amoret.

I woke up because of the humming noise from a woman. I sat up wearily with half-closed eyes and messy hair. There I saw a back of some woman holding up a dress against her chest, checking herself on my mirror on the wall.

I lay back to my bed, getting back the sleep I lost. It's just mom, imagining herself like a teenage doll.

Wait.

I rise up on my bed again with wide open eyes seeing my mother with her back in front of me. Her presence stood there literally, and I can't just believe it.

I mean, how can she...? Did she...? I thought... I thought she just always came home every weekends?

And why do these people always surprise me?!

When my mother saw me in the mirror sitting on my bed, she turned her feet around presenting me a dress that she's holding. And she's grinning unlike last weekend when she looked similar to a vicious monster.

I don't get what she's smiling about, and I don't even get why she's here. You probably know how I hate the idea of her being here in the house even though she's my own mother.

So, instead of smiling back at her, I just frown my lips and glare.

"I think this dress is very well-suited for you, dear", she claimed. Apparently in the good mood. In that state, you'll expect a dear and benevolent mother with a high pitchy voice caring for her daughter.

But, I'll never let her captivate me with those charms.

"Why are you here?", I grunted, drooping my shoulders, then she drape the dress on her arm.

"My boss granted me a few days break after I manage to give him as what he called an 'amazing' proposal in the company", she explained, "That's why I'm going to stay here until Sunday".

"And what's with the dress?", I asked again with my toneless voice.

She chuckled as she lifted up her arm where the dress was hanging. "Oh, this?", she pointed, "I bought the dress for you on my way home. I just missed you wearing dresses before than these days".

I rolled my eyes as she hold the dress again with both of her hands on the sleeves of the dress. She traveled her eyes on it while presenting it to me like I'm the customer of some boutique and she's the saleslady.

The dress has white casual blouse, elbow-length sleeves, pocket on the left-side chest with a flower embroidery on it, a shiny gold belt and a floral mid-calf skirt. Sure it won't hurt the dress code, but it's not the kind of style I have now.

I always wear dark-colored clothes and also white ones, but please, I loathe dresses nowadays.

That's why I ignored her and say, "Whatever, I won't wear it", as I crawl out of my bed and head to the bathroom to prepare for school.

"Amoret!", she called, but I keep on walking, "You must wear it".

I keep on ignoring her, but before I open the bathroom door, she caught my wrist and made me turn to face her. "What's your problem, mom?!", I exclaimed.

"If I say you'll wear it, you will", she commanded gripping my wrist tight while the dress hanging on her arm.

"And if I say I don't want to, I don't want to!", I hissed, "Now let go of me!".

"No!", she bellowed, "I bought this for you and you're not going to wear it? If not today, then when? Why don't you appreciate this thing that I bought for you even if you're not being a good daughter to me?!".