Page 10 of Storm
It was merciless the way she kept nagging me all day, not allowing me to set one foot out to meet my friends, unless I agreed with her damned condition.
The charcoal eyed, petite woman, that is my mother, sure has soft features and a lovely face, but only I know she has some inner supermom/mother hen power in her. Otherwise, how in the world could anyone had forced me into the task of shopping! Yes, it was because of her, I helplessly got my ass in a mall...for shopping. I hate shopping!
It was torture...Sheer torture! Only things I loved about malls were the ice creams and the mouth-watering burgers, found in so many varieties in one place. Yum!
The food court called me with seduction and I was gliding towards it, ready to melt in my ice cream. I could taste it on the tip of my tongue, before I had even reached it, and... Bang! I collided with a short, plum, cute looking, almost silver haired woman.
She was circling around as if lost.
Steadying her after the collision, I smiled,
“Hi there!”
I turned to leave for the aforementioned divine ice-cream call, but she held my hand with the sweetest unsure smile I had ever seen,
“Dear, if you aren’t in a hurry, could you please help me pick out a present for my Grandson?”
“For his birthday...?”
“No. I just haven’t given him anything in a while and I would like to.” she chuckled, unable to find words to explain.
I did not need words. I was spellbound.
“Wow! You give your Grandson presents for no reason?”
She just shrugged,
“He is a wonderful kid. I’m lucky to have him.”
“You should be a teacher. Give such gifting guidance to my family.” I murmured in bewilderment.
On second thoughts, what if on her teachings they make me her version of a good kid, like her freaking Grandson?! Hell no!
Quickly I added,
“Actually give only this guidance to everyone around me...my friends, parents, cousins.”
She nodded, chuckling softly.
“You are great by the way. I’m a fan.” I told her controlling my glee.
Gifts for no reason...Wow!
I was in another world when she shook me a little. She was still staring at me, waiting in anticipation for the answer.
Can I say no?
“Oh yeah, of course I’ll help you.” I assured her while thinking, ‘here melts my ice-cream dream.’
I took her around a few male product stores. Those that sell useless gadgets, male accessories, clothes and what not’s. All full of testosterone energy, flushing my skin nicely, if you know what I mean.
“So your Grandson is a...?” I left the question hanging in the air.
I wanted to be sure that we were talking about a man and not a boy here. Not just because it would have poured cold water over my hot and bothered flush, but also as I wanted to know if I should be taking her to the kids section.
“He is a thirty year old, very handsome, and charming guy.” The silver haired woman said with a smug smile.
“Uh-hun... That is not gonna work.” I nodded, giving her a look that, I do not buy it.
