CHAPTER SIXTEEN PRIMROSE

Filled with joy from my fabulous weekend,I opened the door to my restaurant. I changed the cardboard from CLOSED to OPEN and danced my way to the kitchen. I walked to the bathroom and tied my hair high and rolled it in a bun. It's not something I usually do but I just thought of doing it. I normally just coil it around the ribbon but today was a special day so we're doing things differently. I opened the windows and smiled as I took in the new breath of fresh air. Everything was just nice and I wanted to let them know just how nice they are. Nature never seemed so beautiful to me until now. I loved every single bit of it. The flowers outside our kitchen window,the bees that flew around for the pollen, the dandelions getting their petals dispersed in the winds...it all just opened a new dimension which I never new existed. I loved every single bit of it. All thanks to Omar I can now appreciate everything around me. I used to be a lonely church mouse but now who can spot that mouse again? I was a complete replica of the jovial jack. I discovered a new side of myself that I didn't even know existed. When with Omar, I could see the best version of myself. A free minded and spirited woman. Every disfigure on me became cured and brand new. Every little one.

What gave me courage the most was that Omar knew every single bit of it. He knew my flaws and he was okay with them both my strengths and weaknesses. He even helped me get over my weaknesses and now I feel like doing something better in life. At first I used to be a nerd and all I could think of was death but now I feel like bringing back the shine of life. I now know there's more to living that wasting it on thoughts of death. I know I lived a sad life but that doesn't mean I should let it choke my future. Omar made me realise that. It can be a little crooked when it comes to my aunt who feels absolute hatred for Omar. I don't mind what she thinks though she does that. I have the spirit of my mother in me and she always tells me to follow my heart; and my heart says go for it. No matter the case,I won't let go of Omar.

"Hey Juliet...busy thinking about Romeo?", Agatha,one of my fellow works mates asked. She gave me this whacky smile. I smiled too confirming her guess. I was really thinking about my Romeo.

"Correct!", I bubbled. I sat her down and started the engine for us to travel on a whole world adventure of my date's gossip. I didn't have Lizzie to talk to so Agatha was right here.

"So what happened?",she asked eager to listen to each and every word of mine. I was so happy that someone wanted to listen to me. I was used to it being Lizzie but things don't always go as we want them to and this time around I had Agatha. Dear Agatha. I saw Lizzie's shadow, right behind the kitchen wall. I could tell she wanted to come to us and join the fun but her pride denied her. I could still feel her heartbeat from where I was. I knew she badly wanted to sit with me too. She wanted to talk to me, to touch me and to hug me again. I deeply knew she wanted to do that but unfortunately, she was under a dark shadow that prevented her from doing it all.

"Well....it was a very good weekend. My boyfriend took me to linterna de amor", I smiled. Right after the epic breakfast we had at Krazy Kangaroo last Saturday, I felt really sad for Omar and Lily so I took him out for window shopping. We had ice cream fights and eating competitions. I just wanted something to put his mind off of the story he just told me....and of course I won at all those. Later in the evening,he took me to linterna de armor, a Spanish hangout. It was a lover's place where lovers would exchange words in form of notes, place them in lanterns and set them across the sea. It was my first time going there and I was really delighted about everything.

"You....are you.....kidding....you really set your foot at linterna de amor??", she gasped in shock. "It's like my dream place you know....."

"When you are busy dreaming...some of us are busy living it...", I waved my hand across my face and smiled elegantly like a queen on a pageant.

"Oh shush...",she gave me the angry baby look and later we burst into laughter. I was happy. Happy that I shared with someone this part of my life.

"Did you guys get to light a lantern? I hear only one lucky couple light a lantern after the whole thing and set it across the air...",

" Sure we did...after we all lit the lanterns and set them on the water...we also won the lottery and got the chance to light the lantern and set it across the sky. I hope it goes straight to the moon spirit and let's her fulfill my wish...",I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers firm. I deeply meant that.

"What'd you wish for?",she gave tiny chortles as she got up from her seat and rested her arms on my shoulder. I crossed my hands and passed them through my shoulders to touch her hands. I could feel the warmth of passion. Her hands had the asset of friendship which was rare and couldn't be found in anyone's hands. I turned around and held her hands while looking at her. I couldn't help but blush a little before I told her what I wished for. Each time I thought or remembered my wish I'd always smile and cry at the same time. I just didn't know if it was going to get fulfilled but it was my deepest heart's desire. I longed and wished for it to really come true. Really.

"Well....I wished for-",

"Primrose!!!",the horrible ill voice that resembled Ursula's called my beautiful name while coming to me triumphantly ready to guzzle down my joy right after she interrupted me in the middle of a statement. She came to were I was and looked at me like grilled chicken on a plate and ready to go down her belly. "This is not a hangout where you gossip about your dates and boyfriends...it's a place where you work okay...it's okay if you have charm to trap rich boys to make you swim in pools of money.....some of us don't have that cunningness and so we have to work for every single penny. Get your legs working and make the customers some coffee...", she let it all out and in a second I really got angry. She really got a soft core on insulting me and I was so sick of it. I really couldn't understand why she hated me so much. For the very first time I really got hurt by what she said and I could feel tears gathering in my eyes. I really felt like crying. What's wrong with sharing your joys with a friend? Just what is wrong with that? I couldn't understand. I know this is a work place and I even know we don't really have to get chatty and relax yet focus on work but did it mean we had to shut down the friendship because of work? Natasha just had beef with me. She had serious beef I swear and whatever it is I'll make her spit it one day. But hey,why wait for one day when she can actually say it now? I know Mr McGregg is on my side and even if I cause a fuss around here it'd still be to my own advantage. He won't let me go because he needs me for money. His love for money will certainly be my ticket to fighting back to Natasha. When the boss comes,he's going to do whatever he can to give me the white star dust while her Excellency gets the ticket to doom. I held my tears in and turned around to give this woman a reply she'd never forget when something amazing happened.

"Natasha! Could you give her a break? Seriously what's your problem?", it was Lizzie. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this real? Was it really happening?

"Lizzie.. ",Natasha was as shocked as I was and that gave me a clue. This wasn't a charade it was real. Lizzie was really standing up for me. Unimaginable joy moved up in my heart. This just couldn't be happening. .

" What?? I am a defender of the truth so I will speak up!!",she screamed. Defender of the truth? Yeah right. Pretty oxymoronic and paradoxical. The great defender of the truth was living a big fat lie.

"What did Prim ever do to you that you taunt her everyday? What? What you knucklehead ? What do you hate her for? Did she kill your father maybe ? Or did she steal your boyfriend? After all she traps rich boys right? Why can't you just say you have a crush on her boyfriend??", Lizzie yelled and I noticed she was getting out of control. Did she mean that? Duchess Natasha the woman who owned a whole world of insults had an eye for my boyfriend? Oh My What..???!! I can't believe am saying this but I really love what Lizzie is doing. I wanna hear more secrets about this grumpy woman. Today Lizzie stood up for me like wonder woman and I really loved it. I got my friend back. Finally! I knew she was still there somewhere. I truly believed it. Oh Hail Queen Lizzie.

"And what was that thing you said about work? Do you work? What work do you do here other than sitting in your office and bossing everyone around? What work do you do besides that please let me know? I've worked here since this shop was opened but I've never seen a day you sweated for the money you receive every month. Prim and I are one of the people that work our butts out just for you to receive the tons of money you receive. All you know how to do is to bring out nasty words from your mouth and kill the very person that brings bread on your table. We are the people that run around in here all day making beverages and deliveries all for you to get money at the end of the month and you say you sweat for a penny? Ha! Natasha if you wanna lie,save it for someone else just not me. Just not me. I won't buy it no matter how you bring it to the crowd. Even if you gave it for free..it won't ever be at my disposal!"

"That is enough girl!", the woman broke in to try and save her dignity of which Lizzie has just robbed her of. I couldn't help but let the tears freely flow down my cheeks. This is one of the moments where I was smiling and crying. This woman was shown her place once and for all and I couldn't be happier.

" Yeah you've had enough. This served you right. Next time you better think before planting a word in that empty brain of yours because if you twist the truth again, I'll always be here to make it right",my heroine finished her statement and made her exit. I followed her lead and also made my exit. I couldn't stay there for a little longer. No second more. I couldn't even breath in this atmosphere. I ran outside the building and cried. I was totally confused. I was both happy and sad at the same time. Happy that my best friend came through for me but sad that awful woman said wrong things about me and Omar. She said I have a charm that traps rich boys. How disgusting is that? How on earth would she even think in that dirty manner? Just how? A thought more poured tears down my tears harder than before. I didn't know what to do. I removed my hair ribbon and freed my hair. This was one thing I believed gave hope. Somehow it just made me feel safe. I squatted and put my hands on my cheeks. I sat in that position for a while and then stood up. Nothing was really working out. I needed to talk to someone. I just wanted to talk. I wanted a hug and I just needed to find a way to get it. I hugged myself as no one will really be there for me except from me myself. I couldn't stop crying and I quickly took my phone out of my pocket. I had to make a phone call. I needed to call that one person who makes me feel on cloud nine. That one person who brings out the best in me just by one glance. That one person that when I look at,all my sorrows and pain seem to fade away for a while and only with one touch they completely disappear. That one person who whenever I cry,is always there to wipe my tears away and within a heartbeat is able to replace my frown with a smile. My teddy bear topiary. Omar. I quickly took my phone and with no hesitation dialed his number. He picked up after a number of trials.

"Omar....", I trembled as I called his name. Another river Jordan flowed down my face and I tried not to make it obvious. I calmed myself down to see if I could speak in a more reasoned way.

"Hey Prim....sup? Do you need something.....something or someone...",he bluffed and I laughed with just those few words. I knew he would help. I knew he would make these terrible tears know the way out and invite in the summer smiles. I just knew it. I felt calm just after hearing his voice. The wound healing, joy restoring and peace bringing voice.

"Omar...Omar....where....Omar where are you?",I stammered as I had to sniff in between the words and I knew it was exposing my secret.

"Am at my boss's house. He called me and said it's urgent....what's wrong...why do you sound like your crying?", he started asking a lot of questions and I couldn't bring myself to answer them.

".... Um....nothing's wrong...I just....well....I'll talk to you later okay....just tell me when you're free okay....I'll...I'll...appreciate", I mumbled. I put my hand on my mouth and cried quietly. I don't know why I couldn't control myself but I had to.

"Please try not to mumble so that I can hear you better",he said on the other end of the line. I could tell he was concerned about me. I could feel his voice quaking because of the tension in his heart. Something happening to me gets the worst out of Omar. He gets confused and weak like Samson when he got his hair cut.

"I'll...talk to you later...okay...please ...tell me...when you're...done", I quickly cut the line and put the phone back in my pocket. I got up and began walking. I always felt better and at ease when I walk. I wiped my tears after talking to Omar. I felt relieved and calm that I heard his voice. I know he doesn't know what is really wrong but hearing his voice calmed me down. I felt a bit better. It made me stop my crying. I walked to town and toward the shops. I didn't know why I was going in this direction but I just went forth. I couldn't feel my feet and all I could feel was a breeze pushing me in this direction. I was light on my feet and I could feel like a giant carried me off the ground. Off to the clouds.

I walked toward Krazy Kangaroo and stood right on the door. I was supposed to be at work now. A thought occurred to me. I'd be carrying a tray of coffee right now and probably racing to someone's table. I'd probably be looking for ingredients to make a cup of cattelatte. I laughed at the thought. I can be pure silly at times. I placed my hand on the door handle and was about to open it when...

"You're not planning on having ice cream without me,are you?".

I flipped and almost fell down. I completely recognized the voice of my Pyramus. What kind of Thisbe would I be if I wouldn't recognise my lovers voice? It always gave me the excitement and butterflies like I was experiencing it for the first time. It always felt brand new with him. I turned around and quickly threw myself at his mercy. I spread my arms like a bird that was ready to overcome the power of gravity and fly. Around his waist they went and I rested my head on his chest. Omar was taller than me and it always somehow made me feel like a Roo in the pouch of kanga.

"Certainly not...",I squeezed myself against him emphasizing my point. He couldn't understand what I meant am sure but sooner or later he would. I felt his arms on my back and he followed my lead and squeezed me too. He leaned his head on mine and I felt as though his thoughts were being transfered to mine. I exhaled and relaxed into the hug enjoying it more. I felt Omar's hand as it crept behind me and gently stroke the back of my neck. I could follow the traces of the hug and I saw it ending up in a brisk comical caress and I loved it more. Omar was so warm. I know we are warm blooded but his warmth was just the different kind. Along with himself it also heated my soul. It brought this energy and spike in me that kept my heart going. It was a special warmth,that which not even my mother made me feel...

"You know....it's not considered romantic in most circles when you cause your partner to pass out due to lack of oxygen in the middle of that which is assumed to be a romantic hug", I heard him whisper into my ear and I smiled. The waves of his voice were ticklish and I couldn't resist it. I slowly drew myself away from him while keeping my hands on him such that after the hug I was still holding his hands and looking into his eyes. He was smiling. I could tell he was saying something. His smile was speaking louder and gladly I got the message. I smiled back and followed him as he lead me into the parlour.

"What will the lady have?", the waitress asked me while taking her pen from her pocket and ready to write down my order. She was a pretty Irish woman with crystal eyes just like me.

"Um...",I looked at Omar hoping that he'd do it but he signalled me to place an order.

"I'll have bastani sonnati please...",I replied and smiled at her. She smiled back and then gestured at Omar.

"What's that?",he asked me.

"Persian ice cream...", I replied.

He gave a waffled look and just ordered vanilla ice cream with caramel topping. I couldn't help but laugh because for once he showed that he didn't know something. She left with our orders and I began looking around. The shop wasn't as full as it usually is and I remembered we came somewhat early and the day was still young and attractive. I felt a warm soft body on my hand and I looked to see Omar's hand on mine. I couldn't help but stare at him. He did the same. I placed my other hand on top of his and he did the same. I felt awfully sad all of a sudden. I kept on recalling what Natasha said. I trap rich boys and make them sink me in pools of money. Did I do that to Omar? No,am not after his money. I know that pretty well. Or maybe am just denying it to ease my conscious yet deep down I really love him for his money? I really love all the gifts he gives me. Such a grand proposal and expensive hangouts but is that really all I want from Omar? If he couldn't have all the millions in his bank account,would I still be here?

I couldn't find an answer to any of these questions and it started getting me confused.

"Why was my baby crying?", he asked shoving me out of my day mares. This wasn't night so day mares would do. I gave a weak smile and withdrew my hands from his. He was a bit surprised but I quickly smiled to make sure he doesn't suspect a thing. "Well....um.....I was confused", I began. I swallowed a bit as I didn't know how to say it. Should I ask him if he thinks I like him for his money? No no. That won't be appropriate. But it will help me. I'll finally know why. I know the truth. I just needed motivation to support it. But do we need motivation to support the truth? Only lies need motivation because they aren't as strong as truth. Am I lying to myself?

"Omar...",I quickly held his hands in mine and he was surprised for a moment. I squeezed his hands unknowingly as I was fighting on whether to ask or not. Why was it hard to just explain what was really going on? Why couldn't I just explain how it happened and get it over with.

"What? What's wrong?", he asked. I could tell he was angry because of my hesitance but he swallowed it in and tried to keep it cool. I could feel his hands trembling in rage although he was speaking to me in a calm tone

"Do...do you think....I love you...only because of the money you have?", I asked straightforward. I didn't want anything to delay me or distract me. I just had to pour it out of my mind. I felt heated up all of a sudden and a drop of nervousness fell into my blood.

"Oh My Goodness....You tell me....", he just smiled at me.

" No...I don't love you for your money....I need you Omar and....that makes me love you.... I indulge you as I would a delicate flower. Each time I meet another guy, the more I realise it's only you I want to be with because you carry the key to my happiness",I said it and of course I was crying. I can't believe that came out of me. I felt strong again. This is just what I needed. Confess my love to him and only then, I would realise what I truly feel for him.

"...because of that....I'll always follow you wherever you go....the more I realise I need you, the more I love you....",I ended my statement with a sniff. I felt him taking my hand. He brought it to his mouth and planted a kiss on it. I giggled because I really felt good. I could still feel his breath against my hand and it somehow sent sparks stimulating my nerves to get to work. Impulses got sent to my brain and the response came back. I didn't know if I would be able to do what my brain had suggested I should. I sat comfortably and just stared at him while thinking of a plan. My nerves collapsed and I couldn't relay the response anymore. My brain sunk deep in my heart and my heart couldn't pump blood anymore, weakening my peripherals. My hands became lifeless as well as my legs such that if an emergency came up,I wouldn't be able to run. Only my eyes were functioning properly. I was able to look at this one beautiful flower in front of me. He had this pretty curve on his lips and exposed all his white teeth. He kept his eyes locked to mine. I could see myself getting lost in them. I felt like I was being hypnotized to only think of everything as though it were his face. I leaned my cheek on my palm against the table. Still in my hypnotized state I kept looking at my sunshine. His smile was so elegant and it hastened my heart rate. I couldn't understand what science this was but I sure was liking it. His sight brought pure eyegasm to me.

He then raised his eyebrows and immediately lowered them too. I felt a bit shy all of a sudden and closed my eyes. I felt a cold mass of liquid on my cheek and it melted and slipped all the way to my neck. I shivered and brushed it off. I opened my eyes only to find Omar looking at me with a smile on his face.

"I've always known am so handsome but I didn't know am handsome enough to hypnotize you so much so that you couldn't even notice the waitress when she brought your icecream", he laughed and I felt so good. Surprisingly.

'There is no shame in anyone finding out just how much I feel for you Omar...I'd even stand on the top of the mountain just to proclaim it',the inner me said as I smiled at him and later followed into his laughter. I didn't feel embarrassed at all that I was acting mad in front of so many. It only motivated me that even in front of the whole wide world,I'd always have the power to proclaim my love for him.

*****

" Ready for today's adventure?",he asked as he opened the door for me. I nodded and got into the car. He closed it and raced to the driver's seat and then took us off. I didn't know where we were going but I didn't even ask. I know I was curious but I wanted it to be a surprise. A good surprise. After my fabulous weekend and a good yesterday,I had hope that today would turn out even better. I didn't even dare report for work because I was so full of my love today. I decided to dedicate the day to him. Whatever he wanted,we would definitely do. I spent the whole journey looking outside of the window. I've never been to this side of the town before...if at all we were still in town. The grass was well trimmed and all through the while from were the lane began. It was pure green and I knew it was healthier than I was. At intervals each and a different colour of a rose was planted on both sides of the road. I really loved it. I kept smiling and hallucinating about this whole trip. I really didn't know where we were going or what was going on but I enjoyed the whole trip.

I felt the car pull over and I knew we had reached wherever we were going. He got out and rushed to come and open the door for me. I smiled at his gentleman character. I remembered what Tony said when I went to his house. Being a gentleman is more than opening the door for a lady. Quite true but you'd believe it's a lie after hearing it from him because how he treated me certainly didn't show how much of a gentleman he was. I quickly forgot about him and focused on my beautiful date. We went into this building and I tried not to look around, afraid of getting lost before the actual bomb. He held my hand and we both went into the elevator to the sort of top most floor. It somehow had a ground in it. I was surprised to how that was but anyway.

"Welcome...to my meadow...", he began waving his hands in the air. As the breeze brew his shirt,it dispersed his cologne all over me and I took it in. I waved the air bringing more of it to my direction so that I can inhale the sweetness and glamour. I felt stupid when he caught me doing what I was doing. I gave an excuse that I was waving my face as I felt like puking. He believed me and nodded as he walked away. I followed behind him and saw that which caught my eye's attention. A helicopter! Are you kidding me?! Oh My God you have got to be kidding me like seriously. I walked toward it and felt it with my hand to make sure I wasn't dreaming. And I wasn't. This man was out of his mind. What kind of proving his love for me is this?

"A helicopter?",I asked completely surprised. I honestly was surprised.

"Yeah baby...private", he replied. He knew I was wrecked by wonder so he just stared at me and made sure I was on track. He came to where I was,held my hand and we went into the tiny cabin that was close to the big plane pitch. We got in and met a man who seemed to be arranging a couple of files reminding me of my other work at Tweetsz and delights.

"Good morning sir...", he began.

"Good morning...", Omar replied. Sir? Why was he being addressed as sir?

"I would like to take the jet for a ride...", Omar started. I squeaked and quickly covered my mouth with both my hands. He was taking me for a ride on his private copter? Oh My God! I wished I'd just faint right then because this was unimaginable. A private helicopter? Where did it even come from?

" Oh sure sure...I fixed in new darts yesterday so it'd probably be a good time to try it out...don't worry though. You won't hit a rock",he calmed my nerves. I already got nervous after he said we should try out the new darts. What if they weren't properly fixed and we ended up crushing into some ocean and unfortunately I can't swim. I wasn't risking it. I was ready to say no to Omar but when this man said we won't hit a rock I was calmed. Not fully but I still felt secure. If it was death,at least it'd take me along with my Omar. No better Romeo and Juliet than this.

"Thank you...", Omar replied taking the keys from him. "This is Primrose...and her say is as equally important to you as my say...", he said to this man who looked at me and I found myself hiding behind Omar. Pneck to make sure I was firm and won't fall. He held me back and and I could feel his moist hands against my skin. He twirled while I was on his back and I was screaming 'stop! Stop!' But he didn't. I was so scared at first that I'd fall but then I remembered that in Omar's hands,only good things happen. He stopped and I whined and asked him to do it again. He did it again and again and again and I went on and screamed out loud.

"Am the luckiest woman in the whole world!!!!". He stopped and turned me around. He held me by putting his arms around my legs and in a perfect position for me to put mine around his neck. You know...like it is in movies. I was looking down at him and he was looking up at me.

" What'd you say?",he whispered.

"You heard me right", I smiled, leaned in and placed a peck on his forehead followed by another on his cheek and on his shoulder. I felt him slowly put me down and carefully made sure I landed on the ground. I quickly slipped out of his grip and went behind him. I hugged him from behind so I could feel his heartbeat. lub dub,lub dub. I saw it in a movie once and I've always wanted to try it. It really worked. I could feel my Omar's heart, beating for.....me!

As though handling an egg,he drew me from behind and hugged me from the front. Love has never felt so good. I felt safe. I was far away from home but my heart told me I was right there. Home is a place in the heart and I was right there with Omar. I smiled after he broke the powerful mighty embrace.

"Awww..",I gave a sad face. "I was enjoying that"

"Me too but we've got to get going...We'll continue when we get to our destination okay...", he pecked my hands and led me to the jet. He helped me get in as well as sit besides him.

"We are the pilots today okay....and don't sweat it,I'll teach you how to fly it", he winked. My heart skipped a bit. I couldn't believe this was happening. Like really. I wasn't only going to get on a copter but I also get to fly it. I felt like screaming out loud but I had to contain it for later.

"Am not going to go through the aircrafts operating book because I already have,so I'll just tell you what you need to know and is important in this whole being", he said slightly slapping the chair. I smiled and nodded confirming that we had to go ahead with the class. Am so ready to learn.

"The collective is the lever mounted on the cabin floor to left side of the pilots seat...locate it please...", he requested and following the direction,I looked behind his seat and seemed to find it. I pointed at it and he gave me a thumbs up.

"The throttle is the twistable grip at the end of the collective",he said again and I also got to work. It wasn't hard this time because I already knew the collective so I just had to look besides it.

"The cyclic is the stick located directly in front of the pilots seat",and again he spoke with a slight twist on accent when he was mentioning the word stick just to show me it was only being used as a reference.

"Lastly the tail rotor which is controlled by the two pedals on the floor also known as anti-torque pedals", I looked down to were our feet were and found the treasure. X marks the sport after all.

"Good. You know you're a really fast learner and that's why I love you...",he smiled and set himself in the right position. I did as he did. He told me he'll handle the controls that require his hands and I'll handle the ones with legs. We're doing this together, as a team for we were a team. A mighty team. A beautiful team.

He operated the collective with his left hand making it rise. Raising the collective made the helicopter rise too. He made small movements in operation of the cyclic control changing the direction in which the helicopter was pointing. This totally felt like a dream come true. I could see the the whole ground seeming so far with every passing minute. I felt as though I was levitating and probably sitting on the clouds. I felt like I was flying. With every single rise,I could see the ground at a distant now and it seed as though we were glaring through the sky. I could see the birds fly across my face and the air slapping my face. I could see the sun so close and I felt like an alien on planet Mars. The sun rays beamed across my face and I swayed my face for them to do their work. Every single one of them lit my face and an inconceivable, mind-bogging experience jumped up and down in my belly. It was one of the moments I'll never forget in my life.

"Prim...step on the rotor pedals.... If you step on the left,the nose will tilt to the left same thing with the right. So I want you to step on the right with force so that we go in that direction...I want to show you something before we disappear", he chuckled. I did as he said for real the helicopter tilted to the right and we flew in that direction. He flew it slowly and steadily to make sure I don't miss a single glance. Indeed I didn't. Everything was so pure and serene and beautiful. I adored every single bit on nature. I turned to the man next to me and stole a glance. I couldn't understand what I did to deserve such an awesome friend. Someone looks at me and all they can see is hatred. And yet,here was someone who would look at me and all he'd see is love. To shower me with his love was all my life longed for. Every breath I took was just for none other than him. He made me look like the most fortunate girl to have him...and why not of course I was. I don't need to win a fortune to know how fortunate I am. Just a single look at him made me know I had hit the jackpot and obviously, I was the most fortunate. I changed my gaze and looked outside. I saw an infiltration of white flowers into the ground. A lake of them covered the whole place and it seemed to be an estate. Every single one of them stretching out their petals as though they wanted to give me a high five. I could feel them wanting me and I also told them I wanted them. I looked closely and they seemed to be saying something. Yes...they were speaking. I sat straight up and peeped my head outside making sure that I do not fall.

The flowers were planted in a way that they wrote words. I could see my name on them. I looked closely and my heart burst. I couldn't understand how it happened but I loved every single bit of it. I adored every single word. I smiled and looked at Omar. He looked back at me and winked. I couldn't believe it. He planted a whole estate of flowers and wrote those words for me. Each syllable melted my heart and it was escaping through my eyes in form of this salty liquid. I looked back down to read just once more.

'I love you Prim',so said these pretty flowers. I turned my gaze to him and my heart said it for me. 'I love you too Omar'.