His Encounter With A Widow

Somewhere in San Francisco

Flora POV

I was lying on the bed with my legs crossed while my whole attention was centered on the book in my hand.

I heard my door room opened, I glanced up from the novel I was reading.

I couldn't hide the frown that crept on my face, and I looked down to my novel again.

“How are you doing, dear?” She asked as she ambled closer, I scoffed lightly.

She sat very close to me on the bed and placed a hand on my leg; yet I didn't spare her a glance. What does she want?

“Flora” She cooed.

I rolled my eyes and tossed the book aside.

“What's it, Mum?” I asked bluntly, and she sighed; bringing her face down.

“Flora, dear, you should know I'm doing all this for you; you…” “What exactly are you doing, Mum?” I butt in, standing on my feet already.

“Haven't you done enough?”

“You handed my hand in marriage at a very tender age, you gave me out at age Twenty, Mum” I chided, and she lifted her face to look at me.

“And now, my supposed husband is dead for the past three months and again;I was forced to be a widow for the next six months” I continued with tears welling up in my eyes.

She stands on her feet and come closer to me. The tears were now rolling down my cheeks.

“So, tell me, what exactly are you doing?” I questioned calmly and she slowly held my hand.

“Flora” she called, but I removed my hand from hers. I was not in the mood to listen to her sermons now.

“I'm tired, mum,” I wiped my tears with the back of my palm. “I'm tired of staying indoors and wearing this ridiculous black dresses,” I almost yelled as I pointed at the black long gown I was wearing.

“But you still belong to the Gabriel's dear” she hushed, my expression switched to a quizzical one.

“What do you mean?” I mouthed under my breath. She breathes out heavily before tucking her loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Since your ex-husband (Xavier) is dead, you will get married to Ryder his younger brother; the Gabriel's still wants you, Flora” She explained and my eyes bulged.

What?

“Mum, do you know what you are saying?” I asked hoarsely, and she lowered her gaze.

“What have they done to you?” I questioned as I grab her arms. “What on earth did they gave you?!” “Why do you have to trade my happiness with their wants, Mum?” I yelled.

“First was Xavier, and now Ryder?” I shook my head. “For heaven’s sake, I'm Twenty-one mum. I'm tired of this marriage stuff.” I reminded plainly and she sighed.

“Flo…” She was saying again, but I cut in rudely. “You made me drop out of college all because of that marriage and thank goodness, Xavier is dead; I can start my new life afresh. And now, you are telling me I'm getting married to Ryder again!” I rasped.

“Ryder of all men? You know how much I detest him from sight,” I reminded and paused to catch my breath.

“Flora dear, you know I love you” She cupped my cheeks, I chuckled.

Does she love me?

But doesn't love my happiness.

“You will have to get married to Ryder, I know what's good for you, Flora” She said in a convinced tone and my heart sank.

I gently withdraw her hands on my cheeks.

“Whether you like it or not, Mum, I'm never getting married to anybody. Ryder or not,” I said sternly and without sparing her one more glance, I slide my feet into my slippers and stormed out of my room.