blissfulxoxo
sarNie Oldmaid
I wish Pueng would return back onscreen. Mark and her would be cute together, lol, even though they're siblings in this FF. 
Shadow of Silence (Revenge) - Chapter 11 (10/27)
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mainhiathao
sarNie Granny
i'm waiting for an update >.< j/w who's next...cause i can't wait to read the ff, i'm excited =D
missstaceythao
sarNie Adult
I believe SoriyaX is next ^^
Iya
sarNie Adult
hey everyone! sorry for the long update. Let's just say life got in the way and I've haven't been able to get anything done. Anyway, I was going to add more to this chapter, wanting to progress a little more with my couple, but i figure i can do that next time. So here it is. Please ignore the grammers, i'm horrible at it. ^_^
“Look. This is the last time I’m telling you this. I’m not taking any more work. You know that I’m quitting.” Yaya foraged into her purse for her keys as she spoke into the Bluetooth. “I’m not even supposed to be on duty, today. But I do it out of respect for you. Please don’t bother me anymore.”
“But—“
“If I’m ready to start again, I promise you’ll be the first to know. Bye. And thank you.” She hung up before her boss was able to protest any further. Sighing, Yaya placed the cell into her purse and opened the door to her apartment. “I’m home, aunty.” She announced and drop haplessly onto the couch. Her headaches been getting worse lately and the higher dose of aspirin is not helping. She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. “Auntie?”
This is not working, she thought in frustration, not sure if she’s thinking about the medicine or her life in general. She continued to rub her forehead, hoping the dull ache would subside. The quiet atmosphere of the room seems to help relax her somewhat. If only her life was the same.
Wondering what her nanny is doing, she got up and made her way toward the kitchen. But her footstep stopped suddenly as she spotted objects placed ornamentally along the wall, and displayed on the hall dresser. She paused in a moment of wistfulness, followed quickly by anger. “Auntie!”
“What is it, miss?” her old nanny came walking out of the kitchen, her always-ready-smile slowly fading as she took note of the expression on her mistress’ face.
Without taking her eyes off the offending objects, Yaya spoke in a hoarse tone. “Who told you to put these here?”
Taken back, the older woman stared helpless at her mistress. “No one, Miss. I just noticed that they are very beautiful. I thought it would be a waste for it to sit in the storage room, so I—”
Yaya whirled around. “I told you, didn’t I? I don’t want to see them again.”
“But miss, these are beautiful. I’ve thought you might feel better, see—”
“The only thing that will make me feel better is to see these atrocious things locked away.” She took controlled breathes to help ease the anger. Instead, it only seems to strengthen her anger and that awful ache that she had become very familiar with lately. She turned away from the objects. “Take it away,” she whispered, barely managing to control herself. “Get it out of my face.”
“But, miss, these are your—”
Yaya’s temper snapped. “I don’t care what they are?! Get it out of my face!” She stared at the incredulous expression on her nanny’s face and her control snapped. “Fine. If you don’t do it, I will.” She stalked over to wall and started grabbing the frames one by one, pulling them off the wall and tables and toss them carelessly onto the floor. The picture frames shattered against the hardwood floor, sending glass shards flying all over the place. “I don’t want to see them. Do you hear me? I don’t want to see them!”
“Miss! Miss! Don’t! Please!” The older woman grabbed her mistress from behind, tears started to fall from her eyes. “Don’t! You worked so hard on them. Please don’t destroy them. Please!”
Yaya struggled with her. “Don’t stop me! Leave me alone! I’m getting rid of them. Let go!”
Too occupied with their struggles, the two of them failed to note the knock on the door, nor the footsteps of a man entering the condo, having heard the commotions. Quick to assess the situation with one brief but thorough scan of the room and the two struggling bodies by the hallway, he made his way toward them.
Unfortunately, by that time, Yaya, having use all her strength, pushed the woman away from her, the momentum causing the older woman to slip and fall over the shattered glass.
“Auntie!” The man yelled and came to assist her, but not before the shattered pieces of glass cut into her flesh, and bright red blood gushing out like waterworks. The man took off his outer coat and pressed them against the wound. “Don’t move.”
While the man tended the wounds, the nanny stared up at Yaya. Her face was paled as she stared at girl she had raise, now turned into a stranger. The man glared at Yaya accusingly. “What are you doing?”
Having become shocked by her actions, Yaya stood there as if she was a frozen statue. His words snapped her back into reality, and she quickly wiped the tears that were welling in her eyes. “I told her to let me go,” she said, managing to sound as unaffected as possible.
Ignoring them, she grabbed the remaining frames and threw them against the wall, while the two of them watched helplessly from the sidelines, her nanny’s face filled with shocked and disbelief. The other, incredulous and something that border hate and disapproval.
When the deed was done, Yaya stood in the middle of the room, lost in her thoughts as she watched the destruction of what had been once her dreams and livelihood. A teardrop slipped from her eyes as she tried to stamp down that void in her heart. “See to it that it will not happen again,” she whispered. Turning to face her nanny, she ignored the man, who was looking at her with obvious disgust. “If you can’t do that, then go home. I can manage without you.”
She heard a sharp intake of breathe as well as her name being called, but she ignored them. “Understood?”
Her nanny stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. Then listlessly, she replied in a humble tone, “Yes, mistress.”
Yaya exchanged a warning glance at the man glaring at her and stalked out of the room. Once in the safety of her locked room, all the strengths she had somehow mustered up suddenly dissolved into thin air, leaving her weak and exhausted. She slid quietly onto the floor in a helpless heap, managing not to make a sound as sobs started to tear at her throat. And there, she allowed her the tears to fall. Only this time, she promised herself. Only this time, and she’ll not cry again. But she has a good reason to now. Because it will get worse after this.
And she cannot afford any more wounds to fester…
Oblivious to the going on in the privacy of the bedroom, Barry sweep the floor clean of glass with the broom he found in the kitchen storage. It doesn’t get all the glass out, but it’s nothing a good vacuuming won’t cure. He paused and glanced at the housekeeper, who sat on the couch, paled and lost in her own thoughts, and mentally sighed.
Barry had finished dressing her wounds earlier and had thanks the lucky stars that it wasn’t too deep, nor will it require stitches. It will heal in time, given proper treatment and care. If only that can be said about the person herself. Since her mistress locked herself in the bedroom, the elder woman became so lost in her thought that she doesn’t even flinch when Barry had flushed the wound with alcohol he found from the first aid kit in the bathroom. If she continued to be like that, he is going to have to call the ambulance for fear she might be in shock. If she is, she needs proper treatment.
Damn that heartless woman.
If it wasn’t for his fears of the housekeeper bleeding to death, he would had marched after that woman and teach her a few lesson or two at how to treat an elder. Nothing get him riled up more than seeing a younger person treating an elderly with disrespect, much less one that raised her since birth.
After discarding the glass into the trash, Barry paused in kitchen to compose himself. If he doesn’t, he might let his emotion get a hold of him and find himself breaking down the master bedroom’s door. Sighing, he wondered how in the world does Mai have such a heartless sister. Even worst, how could Mai care about such a person. Selfish, heartless, and with no regards to anyone besides herself. He ran a hand over his face, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Experience in the medical field had taught him that there are such people in the world and there’s nothing other can do about it. It could be that Mai was unlucky and ended up with someone like that. The question, however, is how will he manage to get the message across to her.
Having met Yaya on the last three occasions, she had been nothing but trouble, a huge source of migraine and frustrations. Barry was never the person to judge base on first impressions. He was a firm believer in seeing through actions rather than words and appearance. And so far, Yaya’s actions the last three times he met her only help to confirm his conclusion that she the most rebellious and self-centered woman he ever came across.
Recalling the morning after the almost-car accident, Barry wondered if he should tell Mai that the deal was off.
Having felt that he has enough time t recuperate, Barry made his way back to the nanny, who finally recovered some of her color. Noticing that he has missed some cuts on her fingers, Barry grabbed the first aid kit again. While tending to her fingers, Barry couldn’t help but noticing that the woman was old enough to be his grandmother. Again, rage started to consume him. Doesn’t she see that? The woman raised her, damn it!
“She doesn’t mean it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Surprise, Barry glance up briefly at the woman. Though it was obvious of the woman’s distress, she manage a smile. “Miss Yaya hasn’t always been like this.” Barry scowled. The woman continued. “She was always the first one by my side when I’m sick and the last person in the world to want any harm to come to me.”
“Apparently, she changed,” he simply said.
That made the woman smile again. “Yes, people can change. But I’m a firm believer that people cannot change their true character. And her character has always been kind and giving.”
Barry remained quiet. Though he was tempted to argue, a part of him knew that she is right. He grew up believing that too, a reason why he doesn’t care for first impression. With the benefit of a doubt, he had to admit that if she managed to have a person this loyal to her, then there must be something about her that is worth helping.
Hope you guys enjou the update. Sorry again for the long wait. Have fun updating too, writers. I can't wait to read the rest. ^_^
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Chapter 9
“Look. This is the last time I’m telling you this. I’m not taking any more work. You know that I’m quitting.” Yaya foraged into her purse for her keys as she spoke into the Bluetooth. “I’m not even supposed to be on duty, today. But I do it out of respect for you. Please don’t bother me anymore.”
“But—“
“If I’m ready to start again, I promise you’ll be the first to know. Bye. And thank you.” She hung up before her boss was able to protest any further. Sighing, Yaya placed the cell into her purse and opened the door to her apartment. “I’m home, aunty.” She announced and drop haplessly onto the couch. Her headaches been getting worse lately and the higher dose of aspirin is not helping. She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. “Auntie?”
This is not working, she thought in frustration, not sure if she’s thinking about the medicine or her life in general. She continued to rub her forehead, hoping the dull ache would subside. The quiet atmosphere of the room seems to help relax her somewhat. If only her life was the same.
Wondering what her nanny is doing, she got up and made her way toward the kitchen. But her footstep stopped suddenly as she spotted objects placed ornamentally along the wall, and displayed on the hall dresser. She paused in a moment of wistfulness, followed quickly by anger. “Auntie!”
“What is it, miss?” her old nanny came walking out of the kitchen, her always-ready-smile slowly fading as she took note of the expression on her mistress’ face.
Without taking her eyes off the offending objects, Yaya spoke in a hoarse tone. “Who told you to put these here?”
Taken back, the older woman stared helpless at her mistress. “No one, Miss. I just noticed that they are very beautiful. I thought it would be a waste for it to sit in the storage room, so I—”
Yaya whirled around. “I told you, didn’t I? I don’t want to see them again.”
“But miss, these are beautiful. I’ve thought you might feel better, see—”
“The only thing that will make me feel better is to see these atrocious things locked away.” She took controlled breathes to help ease the anger. Instead, it only seems to strengthen her anger and that awful ache that she had become very familiar with lately. She turned away from the objects. “Take it away,” she whispered, barely managing to control herself. “Get it out of my face.”
“But, miss, these are your—”
Yaya’s temper snapped. “I don’t care what they are?! Get it out of my face!” She stared at the incredulous expression on her nanny’s face and her control snapped. “Fine. If you don’t do it, I will.” She stalked over to wall and started grabbing the frames one by one, pulling them off the wall and tables and toss them carelessly onto the floor. The picture frames shattered against the hardwood floor, sending glass shards flying all over the place. “I don’t want to see them. Do you hear me? I don’t want to see them!”
“Miss! Miss! Don’t! Please!” The older woman grabbed her mistress from behind, tears started to fall from her eyes. “Don’t! You worked so hard on them. Please don’t destroy them. Please!”
Yaya struggled with her. “Don’t stop me! Leave me alone! I’m getting rid of them. Let go!”
Too occupied with their struggles, the two of them failed to note the knock on the door, nor the footsteps of a man entering the condo, having heard the commotions. Quick to assess the situation with one brief but thorough scan of the room and the two struggling bodies by the hallway, he made his way toward them.
Unfortunately, by that time, Yaya, having use all her strength, pushed the woman away from her, the momentum causing the older woman to slip and fall over the shattered glass.
“Auntie!” The man yelled and came to assist her, but not before the shattered pieces of glass cut into her flesh, and bright red blood gushing out like waterworks. The man took off his outer coat and pressed them against the wound. “Don’t move.”
While the man tended the wounds, the nanny stared up at Yaya. Her face was paled as she stared at girl she had raise, now turned into a stranger. The man glared at Yaya accusingly. “What are you doing?”
Having become shocked by her actions, Yaya stood there as if she was a frozen statue. His words snapped her back into reality, and she quickly wiped the tears that were welling in her eyes. “I told her to let me go,” she said, managing to sound as unaffected as possible.
Ignoring them, she grabbed the remaining frames and threw them against the wall, while the two of them watched helplessly from the sidelines, her nanny’s face filled with shocked and disbelief. The other, incredulous and something that border hate and disapproval.
When the deed was done, Yaya stood in the middle of the room, lost in her thoughts as she watched the destruction of what had been once her dreams and livelihood. A teardrop slipped from her eyes as she tried to stamp down that void in her heart. “See to it that it will not happen again,” she whispered. Turning to face her nanny, she ignored the man, who was looking at her with obvious disgust. “If you can’t do that, then go home. I can manage without you.”
She heard a sharp intake of breathe as well as her name being called, but she ignored them. “Understood?”
Her nanny stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. Then listlessly, she replied in a humble tone, “Yes, mistress.”
Yaya exchanged a warning glance at the man glaring at her and stalked out of the room. Once in the safety of her locked room, all the strengths she had somehow mustered up suddenly dissolved into thin air, leaving her weak and exhausted. She slid quietly onto the floor in a helpless heap, managing not to make a sound as sobs started to tear at her throat. And there, she allowed her the tears to fall. Only this time, she promised herself. Only this time, and she’ll not cry again. But she has a good reason to now. Because it will get worse after this.
And she cannot afford any more wounds to fester…
Oblivious to the going on in the privacy of the bedroom, Barry sweep the floor clean of glass with the broom he found in the kitchen storage. It doesn’t get all the glass out, but it’s nothing a good vacuuming won’t cure. He paused and glanced at the housekeeper, who sat on the couch, paled and lost in her own thoughts, and mentally sighed.
Barry had finished dressing her wounds earlier and had thanks the lucky stars that it wasn’t too deep, nor will it require stitches. It will heal in time, given proper treatment and care. If only that can be said about the person herself. Since her mistress locked herself in the bedroom, the elder woman became so lost in her thought that she doesn’t even flinch when Barry had flushed the wound with alcohol he found from the first aid kit in the bathroom. If she continued to be like that, he is going to have to call the ambulance for fear she might be in shock. If she is, she needs proper treatment.
Damn that heartless woman.
If it wasn’t for his fears of the housekeeper bleeding to death, he would had marched after that woman and teach her a few lesson or two at how to treat an elder. Nothing get him riled up more than seeing a younger person treating an elderly with disrespect, much less one that raised her since birth.
After discarding the glass into the trash, Barry paused in kitchen to compose himself. If he doesn’t, he might let his emotion get a hold of him and find himself breaking down the master bedroom’s door. Sighing, he wondered how in the world does Mai have such a heartless sister. Even worst, how could Mai care about such a person. Selfish, heartless, and with no regards to anyone besides herself. He ran a hand over his face, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Experience in the medical field had taught him that there are such people in the world and there’s nothing other can do about it. It could be that Mai was unlucky and ended up with someone like that. The question, however, is how will he manage to get the message across to her.
Having met Yaya on the last three occasions, she had been nothing but trouble, a huge source of migraine and frustrations. Barry was never the person to judge base on first impressions. He was a firm believer in seeing through actions rather than words and appearance. And so far, Yaya’s actions the last three times he met her only help to confirm his conclusion that she the most rebellious and self-centered woman he ever came across.
Recalling the morning after the almost-car accident, Barry wondered if he should tell Mai that the deal was off.
Having felt that he has enough time t recuperate, Barry made his way back to the nanny, who finally recovered some of her color. Noticing that he has missed some cuts on her fingers, Barry grabbed the first aid kit again. While tending to her fingers, Barry couldn’t help but noticing that the woman was old enough to be his grandmother. Again, rage started to consume him. Doesn’t she see that? The woman raised her, damn it!
“She doesn’t mean it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Surprise, Barry glance up briefly at the woman. Though it was obvious of the woman’s distress, she manage a smile. “Miss Yaya hasn’t always been like this.” Barry scowled. The woman continued. “She was always the first one by my side when I’m sick and the last person in the world to want any harm to come to me.”
“Apparently, she changed,” he simply said.
That made the woman smile again. “Yes, people can change. But I’m a firm believer that people cannot change their true character. And her character has always been kind and giving.”
Barry remained quiet. Though he was tempted to argue, a part of him knew that she is right. He grew up believing that too, a reason why he doesn’t care for first impression. With the benefit of a doubt, he had to admit that if she managed to have a person this loyal to her, then there must be something about her that is worth helping.
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Hope you guys enjou the update. Sorry again for the long wait. Have fun updating too, writers. I can't wait to read the rest. ^_^
chubbycheeks
imma kick ur-ass-aya !
Thank you so much for the update!
mainhiathao
sarNie Granny
awwh that was a nice chapter. feel bad for yaya and the old lady.
missstaceythao
sarNie Adult
nice chap
pinkdisney32
sarNie Oldmaid
Love the update.
Chapter 10
Margie opened the balcony door and took a deep breath as she gazed at the moon. "Just how many years has it been, since you've given me this cursed fate." Asanee gently walked over to his mother and gave her a giant bear hug giving Margie a shock."You scared me there son." smiled Margie as she pinches his cheek. "Why are you still up?"
"I couldn't go to sleep." Margie hugged him tighter. "Did you have a bad dream again?"
"No, it was the opposite." Margie had a confused look. "Opposite? What do you mean?"
"I dreamed that I saw daddy." smiled Asanee. "Daddy?" Margie squatted down to Asanee's level. "Who do you mean daddy? Uncle Mark you mean?"
"No mommy. It was blurry, but he said he was my daddy." Margie hugged him. "It's just a dream son.. besides, daddy is ..."
"Dead. I know, I know mommy." continued Asanee in a sad tone."Hmmm. How about this, I'll take you to the amusement park tomorrow for your birthday after we visit your older sister Kaew ok?"
"Ok mommy. Promise?" He stuck out his pinky. "I promise." smiled Margie as she cross their pinkies. "Let's go to sleep now."
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"Hello everyone. Today I, your host Boy, will take you on a tour around the new amusement park that just barely opened today." He looks around and then continued looking at the camera. "It seems like the place is already getting a buzz already. We'll go inside right after the break."
"CUT! Break time!" shouts the director.
"Here's some water for you handsome." said one of the female staff.
"Why thank you pretty lady." said Boy as he walks off to the director. "Did you want something?" asked the director.
"Yes. I just wanted to inform you that I'll be taking a little break these next few days."
"Why? What's with the sudden break?"
"Well you see, I just needed some time for myself since I've been working too much lately." The director looked at Boy and then laughed. "Working to much lately you say?" He then had on a serious face. "That ain't going to work on me. Did you forget that you just got off a break a week ago?"
"Come on director.. I really need this break." pleaded Boy as he got on his knees.
The whole crew stared at them. Having all eyes on the two, the director agreed. "Fine! But I must say this is your last one for this year. You dare ask for another one and you'll be fired! You got that!"
Boy quickly got up. "Thank you! Thank you! You won't regret it."
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"Mommy, do I look ok?" asked Asanee as he stood up by her.
"Oh my. Who's this handsome little man next to me?" Margie pinches his cheeks. "Why so formal today?"
Asanee then paced around. "Well, you see. You said we'll be visiting Kaew, so I wanted to look good."
"You're so sweet my dear son, but you won't be comfortable riding in that little suit of yours later though."
"It's ok mommy, I had a back-up plan." Margie crossed her arms. "And that is?"
"Ta-Da!" Asanee took out a set of clothes from his backpack. "See, I can change into these later." Margie blurted out laughing. "You're so funny son, smart too. Fine, fine. You got me. Go ahead and wear that."
"I got the smart gene from you mommy." smiled Asanee. "Hmm, are you up to something little boy? What's up with all this pleasing."
"Nothing mommy. I'll go start the car for you." He quickly took the keys are ran outside. Margie shook her head as she sighs.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" shouts the crowd from the roller coaster.
"Well, look at that. That looks like one scary yet awesome ride. I'll be going on that in a bit." smiled Boy. "Now let's see if I can get some other people in the crowd to go with me. We'll be right back."
"CUT! Break time!" the director threw a crumpled paper at Boy. "What's that?"
"What do you mean?" questioned Boy in confusion. The director threw another crumpled paper. "That wasn't even in the script for the show."
"Don't worry about that." smiled Boy. The director touched his neck. "Really, really now? You think we have enough money for the people. Don't you know the big bosses are cutting down our financial expenses?"
"You worry too much. It's going to be a piece of cake." The director turned the other way. "You better make it work or else it's coming out from your paycheck." Boy gave him a salute. "Got it boss!"
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Tears streamed down Margie's face as she set flowers by her daughter Kaew's grave. "My daughter, you didn't even get to see the world. I didn't even get to dress you up like a princess. Are you doing well?" Asanee wiped her tears. "Don't worry mommy, I'm still here." He quickly blinks his eyes. "Though I'm a boy instead of a girl."
Margie smiled. "Silly boy. Why would I want you to be a girl?"
"Because I'm a boy, you don't get to dress me up like a princess." He then stares at Kaew's grave. "Oops, I'm sorry older sister. I got sidetracked." He quickly placed the windmills by the grave. "I purposely made these for you... though mommy taught me them."
Margie placed a little cupcake on the side. "Happy Birthday Kaew!" smiled both Margie and Asanee as they both got up. "Come on, let's get going." Asanee grabbed a hold of Margie's hand. "Mommy, don't be sad ok?" She gently pats his head. "I'm fine."
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"We're here now son. Now hurry up and go change in the restroom, I'll wait for you by the fountain there ok?" said Margie as she points over to the fountain. "Got it?"
"Yes mom." He hurriedly runs to the restroom. As he finished changing, he asked to borrow a phone from a stranger. "Excuse me mister, can I borrow your phone for a moment please?"
The stranger shoved him away. "Get away from me you kid!"
"Please, I need to call my daddy." He stares at the stranger with puppy eyes. "Fine.. but hurry up though!"
"Thank you mister!!!" Asanee soon dials Mark's number.
"Hello?" answered Mark.
"Daddy, I mean Uncle."
"Asanee?"
"Yes uncle. Are you here yet?"
"Sorry, I won't make it.. stuff came up."
"Really? I really wanted you here to celebrate my birthday."
"I know, but I promise I'll get you a super cool toy later ok?"
"Fine.. Bye Uncle." He quickly hung up before Mark could continue talking.
He hands the phone back to the stranger. "Here.." He walked out the restroom with an unsatisfied look. "Darn it.. No fun at all."
*RingRing*
"Hello?" answered Margie. "Did you need something Mark?"
"Ah yes, your son called me earlier and a while ago just now. I was supposed to come meet up with you two but things occured.. so I won't make it."
"I see.. Looks like Asanee has been making up plans that I don't even know these days."
"Don't blame him, he's a kid."
"I know.. well I'll let you go now. Bye."
"Alright, bye."
Margie hung up and look at the dialed calls. "Just what is he planning?" Asanee runs over to her. "Mommy,let's go on that fast one." Margie stares at the roller coaster with a worried look. "I don't know son.. your heart.."
"Don't worry mommy.. Didn't the doctor say it's ok? Besides, I'm a big boy."
Boy walks over to them with the cameraman recording him. "Well look at him.. This little boy sure has guts." says Boy as he looks at the camera. "Well, would you like to ride with me on that roller coaster."
Asanee stares at Boy. "Mommy.. It's that guy from the hospital." Margie pulled him in. "My son isn't riding that."
Boy looks at Asanee. "Are you sure you don't want to ride with me?" Margie gave him a disgusted look. "I already told you, my son isn't riding that." Boy grabbed Asanee's hand. "Come on, I see it in your eyes that you want to go." Boy and Asanee quickly runs to the line with the crew right behind and got on.
"Just what do you think you're doing?!?! How dare you run off with my son with out my permission!" Shouts Margie from below. "Get back down here this instant!!!"
"It's ok mommy. I trust this guy." smiled Asanee. Boy looks at him closely. "How old are you?"
"I'm turning 5 this year." answered Asanee. "F-Five you say?" Asanee nods. Boy was in disbelief. "A-alright everyone.. we'll be right back." After he said that, the roller coaster started off.
Margie continues screaming from below. "Asanee!! Asanee!!" Her heart began pounding super fast worrying over her son.
"I'm ok mommy.. I-I... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" screamed Asanee as he faints. "Kid.. Kid.." Boy begins to shake him. "Kid.. Are you alright?" He stares around. "Stop! Stop the ride!! He's unconscious!!" The roller coaster was soon put to a halt near an exit. Boy quickly carried the kid down to Margie.
"He's unconscious.." said Boy in a worried tone. Margie glared at Boy with her teary eyes. "You evil person!! Get out of my life already!!!" she shouts continuously as the emergency crew carried Asanee away. "Don't ever come near us!!!!"
The director walked over to him. "Are you out of your damn mind? How dare you randomly take someone's kid up there without permission? Look what happened.. What if they sue us? You've gone crazy!" Boy was in schock. "I.. I.. I'm sorry." The director turned around. "That's it for today! Call it quits!!" Boy fell to his knees. "Just what have I done?"
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END OF CHAPTER 10
A/N .. sorry for the wait >_<.. and for the rush of my update.. it seems like im rushing the family to meet.. @_@ hope it made sense.. this was all one scene >_<.. im evil.. muahahahaha... hmmm.. this chap had more margie&son instead of boy..
mainhiathao
sarNie Granny
I love the update. Asanee is very cute. btw i love ur banner.
pinkdisney32
sarNie Oldmaid
aww...this chapter is sad.
SmileBo
sarNie Juvenile
Hella good.
Love the mother-son relation,Asanee is one cute boy. :kiss3:
Wow,she have two childrens!!
What have Boy just down,he must be out of his mind..Taking some1 else child without permission. :smack:
Why is he so sureprised at the answer "5 years"
Thanks, waiting for 17.
Love the mother-son relation,Asanee is one cute boy. :kiss3:
Wow,she have two childrens!!
What have Boy just down,he must be out of his mind..Taking some1 else child without permission. :smack:
Why is he so sureprised at the answer "5 years"
Thanks, waiting for 17.