Seven Nights of Hell
Day 5
"A Distant Wail"
I felt the sun shining through my eyelids. It must be morning, possibly noon.
I couldn't procrastinate waking up anymore. Uggh...
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I ran a towel through my hair while picking out a shirt for the day.
I paused to take a quick whiff of my hair. Oddly enough, my hair didn't smell like watermelons, and I even used the stupid watermelon shampoo.
Finally decided on the thin white hoodie and headed for my favorite room in the entire house--the kitchen.
That was until I was stopped by a pair of long legs stretched across the 4th step of the stairs. With her laptop in hands and reading glasses that had rolled down to the tip of her nose, she looked hard at work.
I waited a few seconds until she acknowledged my presence but she didn't even look up. Out of defeat I cleared my throat.
Finally she looked up. "Oh, you woke up... Good morning," she started to get up.
"Good morning," I replied as she joined me on my trip to the kitchen.
"Hey what's that?"
I looked over to see she was pointing to the flawlessly wrapped gift with a red bow. I tried not to make my annoyance audible, "It's... you were sleeping. A woman... err... Diane I think the name was, dropped this off. It's from..."
"Oh-my-gosh! He didn't!" She squealed with the wrapping paper on the floor and a royal red velvet jewelry case open.
Could the man possibly get any more materialistic?
I couldn't help but glance up at her beaming eyes. She was glowing. It was a hysterical sight.
"Look!" She turned the box to me and in the velvet jewelry box, lay...
"A macaroni necklace?"
WHAT?
"It's a MULTI-COLORED macaroni necklace, thank-you-very-much," she defended, "And yes! I saw Sarah wearing one at our company dinner the other day, her toddler made it for her. I guess I might have made my benign envy rather obvious."
So Mr. Zaid Ali made a necklace for Sharon that normally a child, between the ages of 3-5 depending on when they are enrolled, makes for their mom.
I do not know what to make of this. So...he see's Sharon as a motherly figure?
"No! He did it to make her smile! You know, friends do that kind of stuff for each other. Ya-moron!" my little Mr. Know-It-All Swayam voice in my head shouted out. He's an annoying little twerp you see.
Well if that was the case, he had succeeded because it had been 5 straight minutes and yes-you guessed it-she was still smiling. And then came the tears.
Sigh... Women.
It was too early in the morning to deal with this.
"Alright... Shar- Alright Sharon, ok come on, Sharon it's ok,"
The level of awkwardness unintentionally present in my comforting methods is probably illegal. Somewhere.
Not Oregon though, everything's legal in Oregon.
And then she decided to wet my shirt with the last bit of her tears, and wrinkle the back with her hold. And we stood there like that for a moment.
Her detached sobs calmed down to form nice even breaths. She pulled apart and I was able to tell from the redness in her eyes that she was still in need of my expert supervision.
"I'm sorry about that," she smiled through the stuffy nose her tears gave her and tried to calm her nerves with a glass of water.
"Something up?"
"Wha- No... Not at all, don't worry. And sorry about that little...thing over there, I'll be going back upstairs."
***
I hushed down the stairs after checking up on her. She had been napping.
Well I guess I'll go do some grocery shopping, I think we're running low on potatoes, spinach, bhindi, milk, orange juice--very low on orange juice, Bournvita (don't judge), fettuccin-"
My thoughts were interrupted by impatient knocking on the front door.
It was Mr. BMW Ali and Dian(e).
"Hey S-" Dian started only to be stuck at, "S- I knew it starts with an 's', sorry man."
"Swayam, Mr. Swayam Shekhawat, Diane," Zaid aided.
"Yes, that is my name indeed. You guys are probably here for Sharon but she's
sleeping,"
"Till this hour? That sloth. I'm gonna go wake her up, wanna come with D?"
"Actually, you should probably let her rest, she kinda had a break down this moment,"
"Huh?"
"I don't know, I mean I'm guessing she's on her period but don't tell her I said that," I cautiously whispered the last part, "...but after opening your present and staring at it like an idiot for five minutes she started bawling. And she seemed like the happiest person a few seconds before tha-" I stopped to notice that they were having their own conversation.
'Well then!' I mentally huffed.
"You idiot!" Dian(e) finally shouted at him.
That felt good. It did. Very satisfying. And I didn't even have to do it myself.
But in the next second Zaid zipped past me and rushed up the stairs as fast as he could without making a sound.
I'm pretty sure my face resembled a giant question mark to Dian(e).
"He gave her a macaroni necklace that a CHILD makes for his or her MOTHER, I mean can he get any closer to an oblivious fool? I just wanted to make her happy," she mocked his reasoning.
"I'm sorry but I don't follow,"
"Oh don't you know? Sharon was once pregnant with Mr. Ali's child,"
Sharon. Once pregnant. Mr. Ali's child.
Pregnant. Sharon.
Mr. Ali's child.
Mr. Ali.
Mr. Shekhawat.
Mr. Ali.
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Guilty of a super late update. Forgive me por favor.
I hope you liked it.
-Shweta
Edited by -ForeverYours- - 12 years ago
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