The sun rose over the horizon and it found Lujiet still lying on her couch completely broken. It was the same case with Lujiet's ex-nanny Charel when she dropped by her house.
I know you're wondering why any nanny would choose to see the devils that were once imposed upon her, but it happened that Charel grew very fond of Lujiet during the short time she had spent with her when Lujiet was but a toddler. Indeed she considered Lujiet as her own child at that time, being a deluded young woman who was yet to step into the world of matrimony and motherhood.
Helplessly, Charel had watched Lujiet with progressive sadness as she ruined a perfectly enviable love-life. Being very wise in worldly ways by now, Charel knew there was nothing that she could say to prevent Lujiet from this tragedy that was meant to happen.
Shocked by Lujiet condition, she ran to her side. Holding her close, she listened as Lujiet burst like a dam and cried about her tragedy. Soothing her, she made Lujiet clean up and took her out to a Florist, in a feeble attempt to cheer her up.
As Lujiet breathed in the scent of the blossoms, her heart grew heavier and heavier, but the feeling of acceptance finally sunk in. Knowing that she could no longer cry, Lujiet turned, prepared to leave. Instead she found herself facing a rolling camera and a microphone held by an over-dressed and heavily made-up woman.
Halfway-across the world, it was almost around noontime. Moreo was busy checking his equipment that was being loaded into the helicopter that was to fly him close to La Gran Sabana. He was looking out for Jetta, trying to avoid her inevitable kiss of good-luck. She was spitting mad about the night before, when she could find no way to share a room with him. So, right in the morning she had cornered him and forced him to endure a very much-unwanted Valentine's Day present.
He shuddered at the very thought of being close to anyone other than Lujiet now. He had completely forgotten about the day but fortunately enough, Jetta hadn't noticed his less-than-enthusiastic response.
He started pacing around in the room. He felt like a lion caged in a less-than-adequate space, a candle surviving on the last of its fuel, a blob of earwax itching to be removed. (OK, maybe that was a visualization you did not need...)
"Where is the freaking chopper anyway?” he thought with annoyance. With nothing better to do, he switched on the common room television.
Yes you right about guessed it. This is where I am tempted to stop this bloody narration and just throw the bloody ending open. To stop, or not to stop... that's the question. What the hell, well you've suffered along till here, so I better finish off with the agony.
Anyway, it is pretty much predictable.
Lujiet blinked once.
Twice.
The smile on the over-dressed woman who pretty much resembled a mannequin jarred on her senses.
An over-trained artificially squeaky voice introduced its owner as "Roberta Baldwin", making a report on "Owr lil tuuuddy VVVVaaaelentinnnns Daeeeey" and begged her to tell her about her experiences of the Valentines Day. So, Lujiet started... (no, I'm not stupid. If you want to know the story, go back to chapter uno)
And... You guessed it. Moreo saw it all.
An hour later, as Lujiet sat gnawing her nails and ruining her French manicure, watching Moreo jump off the freaking falls, yes, the parachute opened.
Week later thousands of news coverage witnessed the (if you ask me, completely X-rated) kiss of bonding between Moreo and Lujiet at Heathrow airport...
The End
I know you're wondering why any nanny would choose to see the devils that were once imposed upon her, but it happened that Charel grew very fond of Lujiet during the short time she had spent with her when Lujiet was but a toddler. Indeed she considered Lujiet as her own child at that time, being a deluded young woman who was yet to step into the world of matrimony and motherhood.
Helplessly, Charel had watched Lujiet with progressive sadness as she ruined a perfectly enviable love-life. Being very wise in worldly ways by now, Charel knew there was nothing that she could say to prevent Lujiet from this tragedy that was meant to happen.
Shocked by Lujiet condition, she ran to her side. Holding her close, she listened as Lujiet burst like a dam and cried about her tragedy. Soothing her, she made Lujiet clean up and took her out to a Florist, in a feeble attempt to cheer her up.
As Lujiet breathed in the scent of the blossoms, her heart grew heavier and heavier, but the feeling of acceptance finally sunk in. Knowing that she could no longer cry, Lujiet turned, prepared to leave. Instead she found herself facing a rolling camera and a microphone held by an over-dressed and heavily made-up woman.
Halfway-across the world, it was almost around noontime. Moreo was busy checking his equipment that was being loaded into the helicopter that was to fly him close to La Gran Sabana. He was looking out for Jetta, trying to avoid her inevitable kiss of good-luck. She was spitting mad about the night before, when she could find no way to share a room with him. So, right in the morning she had cornered him and forced him to endure a very much-unwanted Valentine's Day present.
He shuddered at the very thought of being close to anyone other than Lujiet now. He had completely forgotten about the day but fortunately enough, Jetta hadn't noticed his less-than-enthusiastic response.
He started pacing around in the room. He felt like a lion caged in a less-than-adequate space, a candle surviving on the last of its fuel, a blob of earwax itching to be removed. (OK, maybe that was a visualization you did not need...)
"Where is the freaking chopper anyway?” he thought with annoyance. With nothing better to do, he switched on the common room television.
Yes you right about guessed it. This is where I am tempted to stop this bloody narration and just throw the bloody ending open. To stop, or not to stop... that's the question. What the hell, well you've suffered along till here, so I better finish off with the agony.
Anyway, it is pretty much predictable.
Lujiet blinked once.
Twice.
The smile on the over-dressed woman who pretty much resembled a mannequin jarred on her senses.
An over-trained artificially squeaky voice introduced its owner as "Roberta Baldwin", making a report on "Owr lil tuuuddy VVVVaaaelentinnnns Daeeeey" and begged her to tell her about her experiences of the Valentines Day. So, Lujiet started... (no, I'm not stupid. If you want to know the story, go back to chapter uno)
And... You guessed it. Moreo saw it all.
An hour later, as Lujiet sat gnawing her nails and ruining her French manicure, watching Moreo jump off the freaking falls, yes, the parachute opened.
Week later thousands of news coverage witnessed the (if you ask me, completely X-rated) kiss of bonding between Moreo and Lujiet at Heathrow airport...
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