"Is she your girlfriend, Zayden?" Mrs. Sierha asked. She was beside his husband, Mr. Sierha. A little while ago, I was shocked when I see Mr. and Mrs. Sierha walking downstairs. I panicked more. We are sitting on the big sofa in front of the big television.
"No, ma'am" I am the one who answered. I did not want them to misunderstand us. I want to confidently say that we are nothing but I think that's arrogant. I want to have a good first impression on me.
"Oh really? What is your name again?" Mrs. Sierha asked. The way she asked me, I know she is interested in me. Sadly, her son and I have a big misunderstanding. I don't think we can solve it soon. Maybe if we both hear each other side, we can be friends again.
"Bravery Zoe Alphonse, Mrs. Sierha" I introduced my self. I feel a bit shy while talking to them. Mrs. Sierha offered her hands to me, I accept it. Mr. Sierha did the same way.
"By the way, Bravery. Don't call us Mr. and Mrs. Sierha. You can just call me Auntie" Mrs. Sierha said. She said while fixing his husband's neck tie.
My eyes widened but I don't want to disagree with her. Mr. Sierha invites me to eat lunch with them but I rejected it. I am worried that my mom would be waiting for me. When I bid goodbye to them, they offer that Zayden should drove me home. I rejected it again. I was too shy to say yes to them.
"You're with Zayden, right?" My mom asked. I can say from her voice that she is not happy. "You said you are mad at him. They why are you still with him?"
Did she see us? As far as I can remember, I tell him anything. But I was sad because she is right. She knows the best for me because she is my mom.
We are now here at her room. While she was scolding me, I accidentally push the vase beside her bed. I was panicking right now! "Oh my gosh" my mouth shaped I.
My mom immediately went near the broken vase and pick the piece of it. "Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded "Don't worry about me, Mom. I am sorry" that was me. I went near her and helped to clean what I have messed up.
"You know, Sylvie. This vase is important to me and I want this vase to always be by my side. Just like you, you want someone and you want to treasure him too. You want him to always be by your side, even if you sometimes he offended you. Did you know who I mean, Sylvie? It is Zayden." she said while picking up the pieces of the broken vase.
I lower my head. I feel like I really trusted the wrong person but like what my mom said, I wanted him to stay by my side. To stay with me. Maybe my mom knows it because of what I act these days. Possibly, I act strange. Well it is because of my feelings. I have never feel this way before.
After that, my mom invites me to sleep in her room. "Make sure to choose wisely when it comes to man. Uh, no, choose wisely in every decision that you were making. Think of the possible thing that might happened if you choose it. Do not make a decision that will make you sad or unhappy. Do not make a decision that you will regret in the future." she said while caressing my hair.
We are now laying down in her bed. While we are doing nothing, I suddenly remember someone that is very important to me, to us. It is my father. I remember when he was teaching me how to do taekwondo when I was young. That was years ago and still, I can not forget that. Even if he made a huge mistake and he cheated on my mom, and also me. He still in my heart.
"Sylvie, always remember what I am always advising or telling to you. I know it can help you in the future. When you have your own family." I softly looked at her, eye to eye. I can not even forget what she was always telling me.
"I won't mom. Your words and voice are like music to me. When I started to hear it. That was the start that I will not forget it." I said while fixing the teddy bear beside me.
I am saying the truth. Her words a music to me. I wanted to hear it everytime I feel sad. Because that is my motivation in life. Her words of wisdom. She is the only person who have that kind of voice. The voice that I want to hear even if my already hair turns into color white.
"I will never forget every word that you are saying mom" I added. I turn to her.
Her eyes sharpened at her "Promise that to me, Sylvie" she said with her strict voice. I chuckled. Not like others who do not want to hear their mom being strict, I always want to hear it. It is because she was being strict but not always. She is so soft. That is why she let my father to hurt her. She did not even protect her selft once just to protect me, her daughter.
That is why I always wanted her is to have a long life. I can not think of me without her. Since I was a child, she is the one who is taking care of me. Her attention was all on me all of the time. Because she was scared that my father, her husband might hurt me. She said that he can take all of the hurtful words and him physically hurting her. Just for me to be safe. Think of that, even my own father was hurting me, was cheating on us. So how can I trust anyone when my own father can't earn my trust?