Tiptoeing Through The Tulips Novels & Stories

Ang sweet naman niya sa kaniya. Huminga ako ng malalim. Pagkatapos ay nagkibit-balikat, sinara ang pinto at nilapag ang dalang bulaklak sa mesa, saka kinuha ang Tulips. Sa hindi malamang dahilan ay para akong sinasakal habang tinititigan ang nagpupulahang mga petals ng Tulips na hawak-hawak ko. I smiled bitterly before I took a glanced at the lady beside me.

sabi niya at matamis na ngumiti. ​Nagsimula akong magpatugtog sa piano. And to see everyone na natuwa sa tugtog ko, sapat na 'yon para magpatuloy ako. But as I was halfway through, my eyes caught a waiter standing near the entrance of the marquee. Unlike the others, he wasn't serving. He was just standing there, holding a single black tulip. ​He raised the flower toward me, a haunting smile visible on his lips, and then he slowly backed away into the shadows of the palm trees.

I looked at him intently as a curve formed in my lips. “Yes, I really do!” I answered. I heard him chuckle. What’s the matter? Did I say anything funny? “Glad to know it. But believe it or not, those flowers are artificial only. They are not going to wither,” he revealed. “Huh?!? You mean all of these tulip flowers are artificial? But how did they smell like honey?” I asked out of astonishment. “Simply because we sprayed honey-scented perfume on them,” he replied.

The flowers are mostly tulips— a purple tulips to be exact; that’s my favorite flower. “Ang ganda po miss, dream wedding niyo po?” Nakangiti aking lumingon kay Floren sabay tango. “Yes, and thank you.” sagot ko rito at tumingin ulit sa ginawa ko. Maingat ko iyong itinabi at kumuha ulit ng canvas para makapag pinta ulit. “Ammm.. pasensya na po, oras na po ng meryenda pero hindi pa kayo nananghalian. Kumain na muna po kayo.” Nahihimigan ko na ng pag-aalala ang boses niya.