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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 6:39:57 GMT -8
Well a place for weird and cute drabbles... ouo. This is my first drabble.. an offering for you Your Majesty Derp.. Enjoy! I have two versions of this drabble. If you want the second version feel free to ask for it. Ouo It has no name sorry.. {Spoiler}“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” said little Cahya, his violet eyes focused on his mother Nancy, waiting for an answer. “Oh, sweetie, Daddy.. he’ll be here someday,” she said, knowing he wasn’t his mother, she didn’t even know if Cahya’s father was still alive. “Why don’t you go and play in the backyard for a while.”
Nancy turned to walk back toward the kitchen, touching her forehead to hold back the tears. Oh, if only I could tell you the truth, she thought(grabbing the mail as she turned to stand behind the kitchen counter). I am not your Mommy, I don’t know if your daddy is still alive..
She thought Cahya had left but when she turned around. “When is someday?” asked Cahya awakening Nancy out of her thoughts. She looked up to see him still sitting there on one of the chairs closets to the counter in the dining room.
“I don’t know Cahya,” she answered unconsciously. Her voice sounded like it was breaking. “How do you not know when is someday, when you said ‘someday’!?” Cahya asked staring at the table in confusion. “I want to know because Tommy asks me about my dad. He says every family has a Dad,” He seemed like if he was thinking or wondering. Staring at the floor. His eyes lit up when he suddenly realized the meaning in those words.
“Mom?” Nancy looked up. “Do I have a dad?” Nancy’s tears burst forth, crying without a sound. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Cahya asked getting out of his chair. Nancy opened her mouth, sounds escaping as if gasping for air. I am not your Mommy.. “What happened?” the four year old asked innocently, not understanding. “Why are you crying?” “No, I am okay,” Nancy said regaining composure she ran her fingers under the rims of her eyes trying to dry her tears away. Cahya just kept staring. “Don’t worry, I am alright,” she said despite the tears that kept coming, as she was still trying to dry them. “It’s okay, I am fine.” There was no convincing him. In fact it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself. She finally controlled her tears. Now that the tears were really gone it seemed convincing or at least enough for Cahya. He seemed to relax a bit. “By the way who is Tommy?” Nancy asked. “Oh he is my friend,” responded Cahya. “He lives on the other side of the backyard fence.” “How old is he?” “He is four too.” Cayha replied showing his fingers. “I am gonna go check if Tommy is outside,” said Cahya skipping to the backdoor. “Bye Mom!” The screen door slapped shut. Whew I almost blew it! Nancy thought.I gotta pull myself together. I can’t let him find out right now. It was true she couldn’t let him find out. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Nancy still remembered when Ivan first handed him to her. He had stolen Cahya from his mom. Nancy had tried to find a way to return Cahya to his mother, only to be faced with a threat. She peeked out the window. The guards were still outside, watching the establishment. Nancy felt terrible. Ivan’s brainwashing sure was effective. She felt her heart twist… inside. Her tears began to flow again. She turned away from the window, then stared straight into the barrel of a gun.
She felt her heart leap.
A woman with feline features and tan skin was staring at her. She loaded the barrel. “Where. Is. My. Son.”
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 10:52:20 GMT -8
okay, here is the other version, Derp, Ouo. “Mommy, where’s Daddy?” said little Cahya, his violet eyes focused on his mother Nesia, waiting for an answer. “Oh, sweetie, Daddy.. he’ll be here someday,” knowing it was all a lie. “Why don’t you go and play in the backyard for a while.”
Nesia turned to walk back toward the kitchen, touching her forehead to hold back the tears. Oh, if only I could tell you the truth, she thought(grabbing the mail as she turned to stand behind the kitchen counter).
Your daddy he is probably dead, I could not let you live with someone like that..
She thought Cahya had left but when she turned around.
“When is someday?” asked Cahya awakening Nesia out of her thoughts. She looked up to see him still sitting there on one of the chairs closets to the counter in the dining room.
“I don’t know Cahya,” she answered unconsciously. Her voice sounded like it was breaking.
“How do you not know when is someday, when you said ‘someday’!?” Cahya asked staring at the table in confusion. “I want to know because Tommy asks me about my dad. He says every family has a Dad,” He seemed like if he was thinking or wondering. Staring at the floor. His eyes lit up when he suddenly realized the meaning in those words.
“Mom?”
Nesia looked up. “Do I have a dad?”
Nesia’s tears burst forth, crying without a sound. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Cahya asked getting out of his chair. Nesia opened her mouth, sounds escaping as if gasping for air.
“What happened?” the four year old asked innocently, not understanding. “Why are you crying?”
“No, I am okay,” Nesia said regaining composure she ran her fingers under the rims of her eyes trying to dry her tears away.
Cahya just kept staring.
“Don’t worry, I am alright,” she said despite the tears that kept coming, as she was still trying to dry them. “It’s okay, I am fine.”
There was no convincing him. In fact it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself. She finally controlled her tears. Now that the tears were really gone it seemed convincing or at least enough for Cahya. He seemed to relax a bit.
“By the way who is Tommy?” Nesia asked.
“Oh he is my friend,” responded Cahya. “He lives on the other side of the backyard fence.”
“How old is he?”
“He is four too.” Cayha replied showing his fingers.
“I am gonna go check if Tommy is outside,” said Cahya skipping to the backdoor. “Bye Mom!” The screen door slapped shut. Whew I almost blew it! Nesia thought.I gotta pull myself together. I can’t let him find out right now.
It was true she couldn’t let him find out. Not now. Maybe not ever.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 6:14:09 GMT -8
Well this is for Captain. I hope I didn't break captain's muse. Iain is such a lovely character. These drabbles take place a few years after Arthur dies.. well umm.. they have no name, and they are kind of weird... feel free to ask questions, and tell me what you think of them. “Mairi, you wanna come to my house after school?” he asked happily. “We will do homework then get a few snacks.” It was just a small group of friends, it was fun spending time with them together. Andy, Cahya, Roger, and Galiena.
“Sure!” she quickly replied. Then giggled enthusiastically. Once the school bell rang, Mairi begged Mummy, and after a while of pleading. She was allowed to go to Cahya’s home. ----------- He rushed to the hospital, sweat dripping down his forehead. This was frightening. ‘An accident’, they said over the phone. Still it didn’t ease the pain, and fear he was going through.
He sort of stumbled into the hospital room. Estelle was a mess of dripping makeup and tears except she had no fear, in fact she seemed surreally calm. He held her in his arms.
Mairi looked like a bandaged mess, connected to cables, she was still breathing. Lightly barely. But still.
“What happened?” a gruff, and almost inaudible voice spoke, a voice he didn’t recognize as his own. He didn’t realize he had asked that question. In fact as the doctor answered his question, the whole conversation that followed he felt as if he wasn’t even in his own body.
His mind felt slow. Words popped out to him. She was sitting. Alone. Drunk driver. Crashed into the house.
Soon a small group of children came and stood on one side of the bed. Tears staining their faces. An Indonesian woman came, and hugged Estelle. This felt so unreal. Time was stopping. Freezing.
A soft voice broke through the numb frenzy in his mind. He turned to look at Estelle, his eyes seemed stunned beyond comprehension.
“Mairi had been…h- hit by the truck,” she choked. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, and he pulled her into his arms again.
The doctor went on to speak, and this time Iain was awake. “She broke a few bones, and lost a bit of blood, she is a little swollen, but she has no brain damage, and she will still be able to walk, her legs are just fine, considering the circumstances, she is lucky to be alive.”
Lucky? Lucky! The doctor spoke as if he was talking about something as ordinary as a game of chess. He was talking about his daughter, for pete’s sake Iain felt like strangling him!
His daughter was a living breathing person who could’ve gotten killed! But then again he couldn’t expect every doctor to care, or worry. There was a lot of patients suffering, and if the doctors actually tried to wear their patients shoes, they would probably die of a heart attack. So becoming insensitive was a way for them to cope with the chaos around them.
Iain walked over to the side of the bed, and took Mairi’s tiny hand in his. It had been a few hours, in fact it was already night time, and he had taken Estelle home, and Mairi’s friends had left long ago.
He walked over to the other edge of the room and sat on the bench. He fell asleep. He didn’t know for how long, but when he woke up, he was happy to see a small crowd of people, in particular one of them with wild orange hair. They were already leaving unaware that Iain had woken up. He turned to see Mairi’s face shining like fireworks.
Iain grinned, and walked over to the edge of the bed. He had the urge to hold her in his arms, and hug her close but he knew it would probably hurt if he did such a thing. His arms tensed as he tried to contain himself. He took her tiny hand in his rough and callused hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“He was here..” she turned happily her voice was less raspier and you could hear the little girl timbre in the midst. He could see her tiny feet pushing past the edge of the blanket.
Oh, Donny had a way of making children smile. “Yeah, he was, dear,” he replied. In part he felt warmth in his heart that his girl was smiling, and in a way he envied that trait with jealously, his jealousy was sort of boiling. If only he was the first to make his daughter smile and not Donny! He would even be ridiculous, if that was the only way to make her smile…
“Uncle read me story!” she replied, with joy, she let of his hand, and grasped the blankets edge. The raspy-ness in her voice, was less pronounced but still there.
Uncle Donny was always lively when he read stories.. Iain was out of words. “Yea, he did.”
No wonder she was smiling so much..
“It was about dragons!” she reached her hands above her like if she were trying to grasp tiny dragons in her hands. “Tell him to come visit me more often, read me a story again!” she said her voice was a little louder this time, but still barely above a whisper.
Iain laughed. “Yeah, I will tell uncle Donny, and I will buy ya the book me self.” Mairi’s looked startled. “Uncle Donny didn’t read me a story…” she shook her head lightly. Iain looked at Mairi with a question in his eyes. “It was uncle Artie,” she replied. “He came here and read me a story.. last night.”
Iain’s expression froze. “How come you never told me I had another uncle?” Mairi asked reaching for Iain’s hand. How was he going to explain to his child that her uncle Arthur had been dead for years..
here is another one.. It had already been a few years. He was happy, retired and enjoying himself. Today was one of those days, when the house was a bit messy, but it didn’t matter. One of those days when there was a bit of sunlight out, but you wouldn’t bother opening the curtains. When the sunlight was so strong it was sort of passing through the curtains, casting honey colored, and light dainty shadows, around the house. It was one of those days when the whole family could just relax let the hours pass, without a care in the world.
A pair of grubby but tiny hands reached out to him. “Daddy!” she squealed in delight. He reached out to her, hugged her, then placed her on his lap. He caressed the curly short wisps of blonde, with his fingertips, lightly pressing. Then kissed the bold spot on top of her head, it was closest to his chin. She clutched the blankie to her chest with her right arm. She was nibbling the edge of her teddy bear’s paw, holding it with her left hand. Her innocent green eyes looking curiously at the glowing screen of the computer, as father tapped away at the keys.
He wasn’t planning on spending much time there. He just wanted to check his email. She stopping her nibbling and she turned to dad. “You, Kum pey wit’ me n’ Mummy!” she giggled. “N’ a sec, darlin” he replied tapping away. She piped up and down, he struggled, he didn’t want her to fall. She squeezed teddy and blankie to her chest. It was just the usual emails. Junk mail, newsletters he didn’t feel like reading, and offers. He deleted most of them. There was one form the office. He opened it, but didn’t bother replying. He was retired anyway. It probably was just news of some sort. She sneezed then giggled.
His screen opened a new email, and was filled with an assortment of letters all over it.
“aaayyyeee!” she giggled. He looked down to see she was pressing the letter G. |New|Forward|Reply|Delete Inbox(3) | To: Outbox | From: Drafts | ASKJHIlknabcakewbawfeuaiiiiiivjdnccvj;;,’tpptt3356 Deleted | GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGgggggggggggggggg Spam | gggggggggg
“na’ stop that!” he rused and grabbed her hand, and gently set her down, then gently pushed towards the door, and sat back in his seat. “Or’ll feed ye extra vitamins!” “NO!” she giggled running away. Her blankie being dragged away behind her against the floor. He closed up the page. There was one email left. It was the third or second weird email he had gotten this week.
It had no sender, and all it had for a subject was three dots. The first time he had one of these emails. He figured it was a virus, but then when he opened it, it was nothing of the sort, just a simple “Hi!” he figured someone sent it to him on accident. This email would be the same as the first. There was no ‘To’, or ‘From’ on it.
He decided to open it his curiosity getting the best of him. All it had was two sentences.
|New|Forward|Reply|Resend|Delete Inbox(3) | Outbox | Iain. He has been watching you. Be careful of your Drafts | Whereabouts. Deleted | -Arthur Spam |
Iain spat out his coffee. He felt a shiver go up his back and the hairs on his arms stand on end. He felt furious. What a stupid joke! Surely Donny must have done this. I got up from his seat and took an angry swig of his coffee, a slight growl under the scruff of his voice.
This was really low, and dishonoring…
It was just like him- but then Donny was a prankster but he surely wasn’t going to use Arthur as a joke… he wasn’t that careless. He turned to look at the screen. This still didn’t make sense. Two sentences, if it were really Arthur the letter would be much more elaborate…and who was ‘He’? It had to be a prank or a virus. Yeah. Surely a prank. Probably one of the researchers from the MI6, he was going to give them a call, and hopefully get the fool who did this joke sanctioned or something. Yeah Arthur was dead but it didn’t give anybody the right to joke about him yet… it didn’t feel right. There was nothing funny about the fact that Arthur died, and there was nothing funny about how he died. It had only been a few years, his grief was less but still…
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