A normal, initial reaction of a girl who receives a bouquet of flowers is to be giddy, excited to know the Prince Charming who gave it, and just, well, be happy.
Another item in the checklist that tells me, I’M NOT NORMAL.
After the break, my student broke into our class (he had his break for 30 mins and came in while I was already discussing) from the rear of the classroom, walked towards me, and handed me a bouquet of flowers. Pink roses and white liliums in purple wrap. I was at the height of my disgust, telling my students how disappointed I was of their behavior, and the mood of the class turned differently. I felt like I was I high school teenager at the middle of my class being teased by my classmates. Well, it's almost the same, except that I was the teacher in that class, and those teasing me were my students. I asked my student several questions: What's that for? Who gave it to you? (translated in my head: What the hell is that? Who on Earth gave it to you?-they may sound mean,but really,if I were not in front of my class,I would have said that)
My women's instinct switched on immediately. It's him. I know it's him.
It wasn't plain instinct though. It had logic in it. The student who brought the flowers to me has the same surname, almost the same personality, and a lot of resemblance with my former student (so I really think they're brothers), who is a very close friend of "him".
And my logic and instinct were both.........................right. I received a text message from "him" immediately after my class. "Hi. Nareceive mo yung flowers?" Confirmed!
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
I received another text message from my little sister: "Ate may flower dito sa bahay may nagpapabigay sayo.." "Yung _________ na student mo ang nagdala,walang sinabi kung kanino galing.." (And this student also happens to be a friend of "him".) True enough, another bouquet of flowers (a larger one) welcomed me home. Peach,pink and red roses with a big white lilium at the center, in pink wrap. My initial reaction: "What the???"
I wasn't giddy,I didn't feel any excitement. I wasn't that eager to know where it came from. I don't know. Really, I'm just not normal. Or maybe I am. The thing is, this "him" happens to be someone I really don't like. Not that I hate "him", I just don't like "him". And I don't like" him" for no reason,of course. (I'm mean,but I'm not that mean to actually 'broadcast' the reasons and incidents that made me dislike "him",so I'll keep it that way: I have reasons,and I mean,really,GOOD reasons).
And one more thing. We just moved in to our new house last Saturday, but the flowers reached our new home. I felt like I was being stalked (yeah,right,I may not be a celebrity to 'deserve' a stalker but how on Earth did he reach our new house??) I was having mixed thoughts and emotions,until I couldn't contain them all that I suddenly felt blunt. Nothing. Then afterwards came back to my vigorous self as if nothing unusual happened on that day.
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The flowers were vibrant in colors, attractive, and refreshing to look at. Pink roses and white liliums in purple wrap. Peach,pink and red roses with a big white lilium at the center, in pink wrap.
