The sweet scent of white roses

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


Ally sat infront of her huge wooden desk, working away on her laptop. Her windows were open. Just then, a gentle breeze blew past, carrying the sweet fragrance of white roses to her nose. She paused in her work and turned towards her right, smiling slightly as she looked at the 2 stalks of white roses that sat quietly at a corner of her desk.

Ally had never received any flowers before, much less catch a whiff of white roses. The closest she got to smelling anything that might possibly be the scent of white roses would be her Bulgarian white roses facial masks.. but that's a whole different story — and smell as well.

Ally's phone rang. It was him. Ally picked up the call.
"Hello! Where are you?"
"Taking the lift up to your home."
"Okay!"
Ally hung up, took her keys, skipped to the door, flung it wide open, she unlocked the gates, and without putting any shoes, she went out barefooted into the corridor and sat on her swing as she waited for his arrival.

While Ally sat on the swing, with the swing rocking gently in a slow rhythm, she gazed up.. White clouds were scattered across the blue sky in an uneven pattern, the sun gracing the land below with its warm rays. It was a beautiful day. And then Ally heard the rustling of plastic, he's finally here —with her J. CO. donuts! She had been bugging him for weeks for the deliciously sweet donuts that were perfectly crispy on the outside and tenderly soft on the inside, glazed with a thin layer of white sugar coating at the top.

"My donuts!!!" Ally cheered.
He appeared before her after the turn of a corner. The bag that carried her donuts came into her view first. Ally grabbed the bag happily.
"Did you buy for my mummy?"
"Er... Inside got 3! You can give her one!"
"Hor hor!!! Never buy for her! You die.." Ally teased him.

Ally shook her head in mock dismay as she stood up from the swing and made her way back into the house.

"Wei.." He said.
"Tsk tsk.." Ally continues shaking her head.
"Wei!"
"What?" Ally turned around as she voiced her question.

From his back, he whipped out a small bouquet of two white roses. Ally froze. She stared at the flowers in disbelief. This was the first time that anyone had ever given her any flowers. What's more.. There wasn't any celebratory meaning of any special occasions attached to it. It was merely another ordinary Saturday which he came over to her place to chill and simply spend time with her.

Slowly, Ally reached out for the flowers. As the tip of Ally's fingers touched the bouquet and her fingers wrapped around the stem of the flowers, she couldn't help screaming in her head, "They are real!!!!! He bought flowers for me! He is giving me flowers!!! My favourite flowers! White roses!!!" If he said anything at all, Ally had no recollection of them. She was too high up in the clouds to hear whatever that he had said. Ally muttered a soft 'thank-you' to him which hardly sufficed in expressing the immense sense of gratitude that was stirring within her.

Holding her delicate flowers cautiously in her hands, and with the wide silly smile that hung on her face, she made her way back into the house with him following close behind her...