Meeting him

"Miss, I guess this isn't for me?" I asked the woman. She handed the big bouquet to me.

 

"It's in our system, ma'am, with the flower."

 

"Maybe you just made a mistake, Miss," I insist.

 

I can't believe it. This is a bouquet of white tulips, my most hated flower right now. It can't be a coincidence. There are many flowers in the world; why this flower?

 

"Okay, I'll just call." She dialed something on the phone. Someone answered the phone while she was talking. The flower caught my eye. There was a card inside. I was curious about what was inside, so I took it and read what was written. If it's not mine, I'm sorry for the owner.

 

Missy.

 

I quickly put the card back, and I pretended I didn't care. One word, one name. It sounds familiar to me.

 

"I'm sorry, ma'am; it's mislabeled." She took the flower again. I forced a smile and thanked her for the bag. I also left there and walked back to Louie's car. He didn't park the car and just waited outside.

 

I opened the car door and sat down. Louie just looked at me; he didn't say anything. When he saw me holding my bag and started driving.

 

I looked at the contents of the bag. I checked if I had all my things, and none of them were lost. Fortunately, I never saw that man's face again.

 

I just looked out the window. Missy and the white tulip keep bugging me about something.

White tulips remind me of unforgettable memories that I should keep on the ground. Before, that was my favorite flower, before everything turned upside down. White tulips seem so pure and cleanse my mind whenever I see them, but they become my nightmare every time I see them right now.

 

"We did everything we could do; we are sorry for your loss," the doctor said before she left me just looking at nothingness, and it seemed like I too lost my life hearing that. Petals are crushed and fall from the tightness of my hug to the flower; she gave this. The white dress I was wearing turned so bloody red that you wouldn't think it was white earlier. My whole body lost strength. I sat down on the cold floor and let go of the bouquet I was holding. The white flower gradually falls.

 

I wish I had taken it; I wouldn't have sent her back to the car. If only that red car hadn't been in a hurry, I still have my mother on my side, and we are smiling on the stage because I kept my promise and achieved it for her.

 

"Babe!" was the voice of Denver echoing in the hospital hallway. I could hear his footsteps hurrying. He approached me.

"I'm so sorry that I'm not by your side. I want to come with you, but you said I should continue our graduation for us." He helped me to sit on the chair. I responded to what he said with a small and forced smile.

 

"It's okay, Babe." I held her hand and rubbed it gently.

 

"Thank you because you are here and I'm not alone anymore." I leaned on him while still holding his hand.

 

"Whoever did this will pay, Babe, I promise." He gently kissed my head.

 

We were silent for a few minutes; no one wanted to speak to us. I hope it's just a nightmare. I should wake up.

 

 

"Babe, I'll just fix Auntie's papers; you just stay here and rest," he said, kissing my forehead again.

 

My mom is my only family; I don't know how I am now. I haven't kept my promises to him. I have no one else to contact to tell them that Mommy is gone. We lost contact with Mommy's clan for a long time. What will happen to me now? All I know is that I still have Drenver in my life. I sniffed and just bent down and covered my face. I felt a presence in front of me, but I didn't dare to look at it. All I want is to be with my mommy again. I want to go back to the time of the accident. I regret.

 

"It's not your fault, Missy," someone said in a low voice. It came from the presence on my side.

 

"I hope that you will never blame yourself for an accident you did not cause. My dearest sympathy for your mother." He left after that. I looked to see if the man spoke, but I only caught him behind. Something caught my attention. A white flower is my mom's favorite.

 

"Thank you for the ride, Louie," I said when we reached the restaurant where the meeting would be held. I was going down and going inside. I said my name to the front desk, and they guided me to the reserved table.

 

The project for which I will sign a contract later is about the precious manuscript I wrote; it is different from the one I wrote before. I hope the meeting will be smooth and there will not be too much to revise. First, I went to the powder room to retouch my make-up and fix my hair. After that, I went back to the table, but before I got close to it, the face of the man sitting there was familiar.

 

My mouth dropped to the ground when a familiar scene flashed through my memory. He is the one; what the heck! Don't tell me he is the one I should meet. My foot was stuck, and I couldn't seem to move. I wasn't ready to talk to him. I'm ashamed and disgusted, and I don't understand my feelings. I just want to leave. I'm not going to attend the meeting, but the project is a waste. Our eyes met, the surroundings seemed to stop, and the only sound I could hear was my heart. His stares are deep, and his hair is well done. the clean and unstained face. Is this my one-night stand? Fuck, this man makes my pants drop. I snap my imagination and go back to the real world. I can't back down because he has seen me. I compose myself and walk slowly to the table.

 

"Hi, good morning. I'm Friah Marviz, the manuscript writer." I introduced myself and laid a hand in front of him. He accepted it and introduced himself. "Trence Lee, the CEO of SVL."

 

CEO? You mean the owner of the SVL, and he will be my boss?